I’ll never forget about Ksiusha. Ksiusha, who looked so like a ninny, with her squinting eyes, her pockmarks. And how was she to blame? Her blame lay in her pockmarks, her squinting eyes, and the unsightly dresses she wore…
In Memory Of The Poet Xenia Nekrasova
In Memory Of The Poet Xenia Nekrasova
In Memory Of The Poet Xenia Nekrasova
I’ll never forget about Ksiusha. Ksiusha, who looked so like a ninny, with her squinting eyes, her pockmarks. And how was she to blame? Her blame lay in her pockmarks, her squinting eyes, and the unsightly dresses she wore…