Georgi Gospodinov

Georgi Gospodinov   Daughter A middle-aged man came into the train compartment, cradling in his arms a large rag-doll dressed in a child’s jacket. “Excuse me, are there two free seats here?” The other passengers exchanged glances and didn’t reply. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said, pointing at the seat across from me. “Except there’s only […]

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