Life Stories
That night, when hunters painted fiery marks on the hotel door, I was shielding my five-year-old son
At the moment when the admiral pronounced my name, the back doors of the hall opened and my mother entered
On the day my husband was marrying my younger sister, the three children who had stayed home told me
“Mom, look! That is the woman who plays in our bedroom when you are at work!” — my five-year-old son
A las dos y diecisiete de la madrugada, marqué el número de emergencias con una mano y abracé a mi hermano
At the sound of the first bell, every window shattered at the same time. Wind burst into the basement
Only Giorgi and his accomplice knew the clinic’s address, but we still did not know whom we could trust there.
That night, as soon as we returned home, I put the children to bed in the neighboring room.
“Your father says that that night the order was given from inside,” Mother finished. The hall fell silent again.
“Then you will use my power,” I told Draven. My voice was trembling, but I was no longer crying.









