A Mordovian winter seems endless, especially if you are going to see seven of them in succession, and not by choice. But under the snow, a seed is knocking: This strong collection of poems from Latvian writer Knuts Skujenieks, could not be…
A Mordovian winter seems endless, especially if you are going to see seven of them in succession, and not by choice. But under the snow, a seed is knocking: This strong collection of poems from Latvian writer Knuts Skujenieks, could not be…