Book Chapter
Red Head
The subsequent text offers an excerpt from the chapters of this extraordinary book. It is intended to give readers a glimpse into the content and perspicuity retained within its pages.
The subsequent text offers an excerpt from the chapters of this extraordinary book. It is intended to give readers a glimpse into the content and perspicuity retained within its pages.
Paris… Hello, Beloved… Hello, City with a capital letter… I know that everything has already been said about You, all sung and written… You have been mentioned and written about at all times, sent to…
My bar counter was crammed with dozens of books: I admired Monet’s work, I learned everything about the life of Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec, Gauguin, Henri Rousseau and all the Impressionists… I raved about Stendhal, Maupassant…
I was sitting in Sheremetyevo airport… tired, broken and devastated… I was flying “home”… What about “home”? And where is “home”? Ah… yes… in Dnepropetrovsk… At least that’s what my boarding card confirmed. Long live Dnepropetrovsk…