Christopher Mattison

Winter 2007

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By Gleb Shulpyakov, translated by Christopher Mattison

From the Russian.    A white Viennese chair sets against the sea and you—time fades in the landscape's evening waves. Sculpted cheekbones in profile and a child's sand-plastered shovel. When […]

Winter 2007

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By Gleb Shulpyakov, translated by Christopher Mattison

From the Russian.    How long have these roads weaved between darkening lakes. Sedges creaking along the way, and sturgeons splashing in the heavens. In the cossack village Birch Footbridge […]