Feb 1 2017

The Officers' Club

Ludmilla Petrushevskaya

The first time I ran away I must have been seven, soon after the victory. In early June I spent several days in the wild. I didn't sleep in Strukovsky Garden: around there, all the usable spots had been defiled; through the cracks in the band shell I could see feces and mold. But I did find a spot—in the director's office at the Officers' Club. Along with other kids, I had learned long since to get in past the guards of the Officers' Club to watch movies and learned to collect bread crumbs from
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