• Prose


    466 total views, no views today Prose Standing up for yourself by Yevgeny yevtushenko Unit- I In 41, I was living alone in an empty flat in a quiet Moscow street…      My parents were divorced and my father was somewhere in Kazakhstan with his new wife and their two children. I seldom received letters from him.      My mother was at the front. She had given up her work as a geologist to become a singer and was giving concerts for the troops.      My education was left to the street. The street taught me to swear, smoke, spit, elegantly though my teeth, and to keep my fists at the…

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