July 1, 1995

Grandmother’s Tongue

By Josip Novakovich

As a kid in Croatia I learned that I had an American grandmother through eavesdropping on my parents during tax time, when my father—a clogmaker, that is, a “private entrepreneur,” […]

July 1, 1995

Katya

By Alison Brackenbury

‘In old Russia,’ says Katya, raising blue eyelids, ‘There were no thieves. You would knock on a door, If you were traveling on pilgrimage, Then people would open, at all […]

July 1, 1995

Mortal Sin

By Alexei Bayer

Stay. Over there,” said Sylvia Solomonovna. “Keep an eye on the bags.” And she went to stand on line for their tickets. Polina remained under a giant electric departure schedule, […]

July 1, 1995

Saint Anthony

By Liliana Ursu, translated by Bruce Weigl

            Translated from the Rumanian                   by Bruce Weigl   From the stars the hand of a child throws cherries at us. From the lake the hand of a child throws strawberries […]

July 1, 1995

Count Orlov

By Alison Brackenbury

He slept with the Empress; fathered her child; Strangled her husband. The funeral scarves Hid his fingers’ scars. His marches split Poland. His last, passion? Horses: a dark trotting breed. […]