A scattering of snapshots, ancient and dusty,
Where we are young, old-fashioned, and stylish,
No bellies, no wrinkles.
Where blue fountains flow,
Beautiful plans are drawn in a whim,
Laughter splashes without reason.
His performance on the stage of our Russian house was planned in the spring, but everything was postponed for reasons beyond our control. The anticipation was so exciting.
He flew to Brussels from Switzerland by plane. We agreed to meet near the metro. I recognized him immediately: there is something about him from the Soviet intelligentsia, kind and bright. The word “intelligent” cannot be translated into any other language. It is, as it is fashionable to say now, a combination of external and internal qualities. An intelligent person is felt on a subconscious level.”
Sergey first inspected the hall. What he saw delighted him: ‘Just like in the good old traditions,’ he commented on the setting.
Usually, the literary salon takes place in the mornings. The evening event is only happening for the second time. And, it must be said, the audience liked it. They even expressed indignation at such injustice: ‘We also want to attend the literary salon’…
Dear readers and regulars of the Russian House, starting from January, we will try to launch an evening Literary Salon in parallel. On Tuesdays. The first session will be dedicated to poetry. Learn verses and stay tuned for announcements.