Wednesday, June 08, 2016


"The burned-out town—broken columns and the hooks of evil old women's fingers dug into the earth—seemed to me raised into the air, comfortable and unreal like a dream. The naked shine of the moon poured over the town with unquenchable strength. The damp mold of the ruins blossomed like a marble bench on the opera stage. And I waited with anxious soul for Romeo to descend from the clouds, a satin Romeo singing of love, while backstage a dejected electrician waits with his finger on the button to turn off the moon."

—from "Italian Sun," one of The Red Cavalry Stories, as found in The Complete Works of Isaac Babel, page 231, translated by Peter Constantine

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