Question of the Week

In the winter of 1991, snow was everywhere: on the roads, on top of cars, on the roofs of houses, on the trees and grass, on the park benches, in the hearts of young children pulling sleds, in the thoughts of the employees of the road maintenance department, and in the fat pockets of the ski resort managers, although the white and pure could not cover the grayness of the dull and ugly apartment buildings, the ingrown soot caked in the chimneys, the broken arms of old ladies who slipped on ice while purchasing their daily oblation of bread and milk, the excrements flushed down from the...