The scarred, marred brightness this bitten-by-night dawn. The one that was awaited, surely, this is not that dawn This is not the dawn yearning for which  Had we set out friends, hoping to find something, somewhere The final destination of stars in the wilderness of...

 ... in which Lyonya, Tolya, and Valya finally come to their senses, while Pyotr Petrovich explains that everything is actually not as it seems The smell of ozone. Fresh and pungent. Mixed with the bitter stench of burnt plastic. This...

Today, I call Waris Shah, "Speak from your grave" And turn, today, the book of love's next affectionate page Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga Today, a million daughters, cry to you, Waris Shah Rise! O' narrator...

... in which Anton and Oleg Aleksandrovich are relaxing in the forest, combining barbecue and physical labor outdoors Dawn was breaking. A burgundy "nine" stopped at the edge of the forest and turned off its headlights. A short, thin young...

... in which student Petrov demonstrates dissent and experiences the full force of the repressive apparatus The interdistrict police station was quiet and practically deserted. A dim yellowish light filtered through the window bars and fell on a potted dieffenbachia...