Scene 9 Blat! Goldy where are you? What have they done to you now? And when he woke up a slave in the salt mines he had to invent other realities. As the brutal separation was too great. … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 9
Scene 8 What were these poems about, besides my won suffering of course, they were a therapeutic parlor trick. I’m not sure very many anyone likes them, maybe not even Oleg the Bear, my absconded former droog and … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 8
Scene 7 Explained a young Avindav Debutelier, to the crowded and spontaneously mobbed crowd of mostly non-white Israelis, near the Techanama Gaziit. A most powerful, unamplified orator in Hebrew, Arabic, English and also Haitian Creole, which is similar … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 7
Scene 6 Raphael Ernesto Lynch Contreras has known for years that Sebastian was building an army, for they shared a social club, they shared many drinks, they shared a love for Russian women, they were friends! Raphael had done … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 6
Scene 5 As the rough and frigid waters overtook me, no, I saw no white light of god, I saw my feral Slavic goddess. Mocking me? Rooting for me boldly? I could no longer actually tell. For a cold … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 5
Scene 4 Strong Island, oh how your beaches become more cared for and more picturesque, the farther from the dark masses we go! Unmitigated, crisp dunes of unsoiled sand. I have been out of the hospital for just … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 4.
Scene 3 My name, embattled comrade, is Valentina Stanovova. I have blond hair and a smug, blushing baby face. I proudly a daughter of Dmitrograd, which is now minus one. I am not an architect per say, but I … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 3
Scene 2 I call out for her still into the death of a black ghetto night. I will tell you know now, most dear tovarish, a story of our times. For if in the past I have written you … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 2
ACT ONE: The Brunette in Grapes Prelude Brooklyn, New York, U.S.A. Hold your breath. Breath smoke in if you must, you have to push yourself man, and you have to see things, make connections where … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1 Pro.
#That Night Brunette in Grapes & Other Russian American War Stories Written By Adler S Walt Dedicated to Natalia Abashkina Characters: Valera Adonaev, a Chechen patriot, Dasha Andreavna, courtesan of Penza, Benny Adonaev, Spanish smuggler, Viktor … Continue reading #That Night, Prelude