Pavel Beldyugov “Snow falls in the dark and quietly circles over my sad and terrible country.” / Illustration: roma8d Summer, smelling of rotten cherries and wet asphalt, has melted away, leaving behind only the ghosts of evenings on the verandas with cocktails. The cities of a sad and terrible country will soon drown in snow and human dirt: the future is shown in the evening news, and proud mothers stand at the coffins of dead soldiers.