Le « seubveï » puait, les gens attendaient bêtement le train. Mais soudain un groupe
d’ados se mit à brailler :
- Un rat, un rat, regarde !
La foule tourna ses regards vers le rat qui traînait avec difficulté un gros morceau de
hot-dog. Les gamins gueulaient : more →

Little Pickles

Ljusja Petrova loved her pickles more than anything else. She frequently stepped out onto her stairwell and began to sing: „Oh, you my little pickle, my sour little pickle.
The artist Nikolaj lived in the neighborhood, he was always painting landscapes in his shed, so that he could then sell them. But for some reason no one bought them.
One day he got sick and tired of the little song.
He got up early in the morning, went into the garden and painted all of the cucumbers red.
No one really knows what happened between them after that. But
Nikolaj is often seen at the Danilovsklijmarkt with a barrel of pickles and it is said that Ljusja Petrova has an exihibition in New York-Soho. more →