Нора-Друк, незалежне видавництво сучасної літератури

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A Stroll to the Zone

by Markiyan Kamysh

Translated by Svitlana Bednazh

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Inspired by the plenitude of optimism of utopian slogans and the mother-effing inbreeding of unreal Soviet supergraphics, we were in the process of building a Dream. And in pursuit of it, a Horn of Plenty was found – the peaceful use of atomic energy, a panacea for the national economy, and a beacon on the road to the bright red communist future.  In awe of its own might, with bright faith in the best, we built nuclear power stations across the entire USSR.

From FARIDE

by Iren Rozdobudko

Translated by Hanna Leliv

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A calm like thatonly ever happened before the storm. Uneasy but perfect in its stillness. Even the birds were silent, feeling the slow rising of the waves that werestarting to swell many kilometers away, soaking up the innocent landscape, surging up higher and higher, about to come down on the village like a violent force of nature.

And in thatcalm that reigned in that time without governance,strange things started to happen to Faride that hardly anyone else noticed; a human community, once seemingly friendly,now looked at the “strangers” with suspicion and mistrust.

From Ruta by Kapranovy Brothers

Translated from the Ukrainian by Hanna Leliv

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The gun barrel jerked and spat out a bullet. It flew, slicing through the air and leaving emptiness behind. It seemed to squeeze the space, gradually transforming it into a solid transparent wall, and it was only that wall that Andriy could count on, as he simply couldn’t catch up with the bullet. He ran after it, trying, again and again, to grab it, but that swift piece of metal was always one second ahead. Andriy’s lungs felt the vacuum in the bullet’s wake; he could not draw a single breath in this dry, prickly vacuum, but he strained every nerve and charged ahead hoping to stop the speeding bullet. Somewhere behind him, Sergeant Kozlov was laughing. His laugh was so loud that the space in front of him suddenly broke into black cracks and then crumbled to dust together with the gray-haired cameraman’s equipment and Ruta, the girl standing behind it. Andriy screamed, tearing his parched throat, but no sound came out, his pain and despair staying inside, in the depths of his subconscious.

From KYIVAN HOLIDAY

by Natalia Tysovska

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A young American Fulbright scholar ventures to Kyiv, Ukraine, only to find herself in the middle of two different mysteries both perilous and addictive.

A young American scholar, Jenny Barton, whose main scope of interest is the role of women in WWII, comes to Kyiv to work in the local archives but even before she can reach her destination she is taken hostage by criminals as a burglary witness. Her quick wit helps her run away only to wind up all alone in the suburban area, without money or ID, with the criminals chasing her.