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The country in whose language there is no gender (which certainly does not equate to equal rights).
A country that is still mourning its Golden Age,
I have to find words to describe the indescribable.
The Chocolaterie, which everyone always called ‘the chocolate factory’,
Tbilisi already enjoyed a reputation as the Caucasian Paris.
if she would undergo another pregnancy, he would prepare the hot chocolate for her every day
Could he have discovered something that was too good for mankind?
the girl embodied the ideal of Slavic-Caucasian collaboration.
the communists, who seemed to have been swarming all over the place for
the first kiss of our story has to be wonderful!
Stasia knew that the skin of the world would tear.
literature was the ‘anchor in the black lake of life’.
Sopio Eristavi was deported to a labour camp.
Why would the fascists particularly want Georgia to be a free country?’
All paths felt like rope bridges, swaying, ready to collapse at any moment.
how naive she had been to think you could drive war out of a person, when you inevitably ended up becoming part of the war yourself.
In Stalingrad, Death was dancing his wildest dance.
the two of them were swallowed up by silence: silence
‘It was terrible for everyone. You should be happy that you’re alive.’ ‘To be happy you must first be able to feel something.’
so horrifically stupid, so unfair.’
Elene had done something terrible, of that she had no doubt; but the punishment had not come.
Construction was completed in what was, for Georgian workmen, a utopian timescale.
Soviet workmen were a breed apart, one that needed a vast amount of alcohol, food, and rest before they could
Daria really did have the strangest, most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
These, after all, are the characteristics we Georgians are proud
every happiness in life must be fought for,
A brand-new VAZ-2103 Zhiguli,
was the brown school uniforms from Moscow
Soviet goods of 1980s
It was the yellow Zhigulis, the black Volgas, and the white Ladas.
Freedom was, after all, just a matter of definition.
life isn’t tailored to child prodigies.
we’re here at the feet of the giant, miles away from anyone,
They don’t want to work, but they want to be rich.
‘I’m going to write, too. I’m going to write books,’
‘And if you don’t know who you are, then look at all the possible versions of you, find the most impossible one,
‘Because people are starting to realise that in return for the sovereignty they so desperately wanted, they’ll have to change their lifestyle.
We played dominoes, cards, board games, we told jokes, listened
patriotism based on nothing but myths?’
I think we’re already so cursed that we can withstand this as well.
taking out one book after another and negotiating them with the help of a dictionary.
Of course you could save a person. I just hadn’t managed to save my sister.
this was the third Georgian Messiah since 1989
wept a century’s worth of tears over the feigning of love,
This country still isn’t at peace, Niziko!’
you deserve the eighth life. Because they say the number eight represents infinity,
