Alyosha was the younger brother. He was called the Pot, because his mother had once sent him with a pot of milk to the deacon’s wife, and he had stumbled against something and broken it. His mother had beaten him, and the children had teased him. Since then he was nicknamed the Pot. I was … Continue reading Alyosha the Pot | Leo Tolstoy #shortstory| This Reading Life
#368: What had I imagined? Time as a merry-go-round one could jump on and off? The year as a stream running underneath my eighteenth of November? As it turns out, both Tara Selter and I got a little obsessive about the whole Roman coin thing in On the Calculation of Volume II. On the very … Continue reading On the Calculation of Volume II | Solvej Balle| This Reading Life
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