I didn’t find who attacked my great-grandfather with an axe. But I think I learned who didn’t.
“History bleeds into the present in Tanya Zaharchenko’s investigation of her family history in Ukraine’s eastern town of Kharkiv, replete with axe-wielding criminals, chandelier-adorned mansions, and a long-unsolved assassination.” — editors’ blurb
Some reflections on genderations and the latest language debate in Ukraine.
A discussion of languages in today’s Ukraine by four writers from Kharkiv: Serhiy Zhadan, Yuri Tsaplin, Oleh Kotsarev, and Andrei Krasniaschikh. Moderated by Tanya Zaharchenko, with English translation by Iryna Sabor. Podcast from a University of Oslo event on 26.09.2016
Nothing big, nothing overpowering. Just a gentle, droning whisper in the back of your mind. What will you really change if you go to that march now, and another passing car leaves you without a leg?
For eight years now, Russia’s oldest and arguably most noble human rights group, Memorial, has been organizing an annual commemoration event for victims of the Great Terror. The ceremony, called Return of the Names, takes place every year on October 29.
My experience at the March for Peace in St. Petersburg on 21 September 2014.
Here are five thoughts about the things I wish I knew three or four years ago, when I started this blog and was just beginning to research my topic:
What a New Doctoral Candidate (in Britain) Might Want to Know
Those of us whose childhoods coincided (partially or fully) with Soviet times were shaped to various degrees by the little masterpieces that served as the country’s children’s cartoons. These remarkable animations, it seems to me, absorbed much of the kindness and thoughtfulness of the people who lived in those times.
Last month, the municipal authorities of the city of Novosibirsk refused to grant permission for a memorial plaque to Yana (Yanka) Dyagileva.
Yanka (Russian: Янка) was one of the best-known representatives of the Siberian underground rock scene. She was born in 1966 and drowned in a river in 1991, a few months before her 25th birthday.
It was with much sadness that I learned about the passing of Grigory Pomerants (Григорий Померанц) in Moscow this past weekend. On the evening he died, as it turns out, I sat at a friend’s kitchen table and admired this extraordinary man’s 1990 collection “Открытость бездне” [Openness to the Abyss]. What a strange coincidence.