Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

Our Father All-Merciful! Don’t abandon your own long-suffering Russia In her present daze, In her woundedness, Impoverishment, And confusion of spirit. Lord Omnipotent! Don’t let, don’t let her be cut short, To no longer be. So many forthright hearts And so many talents You have . . . . Continue Reading »

In Twilight I well remember the very widespread custom, back in the South, of “twilighting.” Carried over from before the Revolution, it might have also been fortified by the meager, perilous years of the Civil War. Yet this practice had come about much earlier. Was it born of the months-long . . . . Continue Reading »