Review of 'Simple Things'
By Matthew Bown
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
The Eternal Husband
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Translated by Hugh Aplin
Hesperus Press, 2008, pp. 155
From one of the world's greatest prose writers, this is a remarkable psychological novel examining the duality of the human consciousness. Velchaninov, a rich and idle man undergoing a moral crisis, is confronted in St. Petersburg by Trusotsky, the loyal husband of Velchaninov’s former lover.
Translated by Hugh Aplin
Hesperus Press, 2008, pp. 155
From one of the world's greatest prose writers, this is a remarkable psychological novel examining the duality of the human consciousness. Velchaninov, a rich and idle man undergoing a moral crisis, is confronted in St. Petersburg by Trusotsky, the loyal husband of Velchaninov’s former lover.
Lizka and Her Men
by Alexander Ikonnikov
Translated by Andrew Bromfield
Serpent's Tail; May 2007; pp.155
Lizka is a young Russian living an unexciting life in a backward rural town. After her first fleeting and unsatisfactory sexual experience sets the locals’ tongues wagging, she moves to a larger town – G – in search of a new life – and love.
Translated by Andrew Bromfield
Serpent's Tail; May 2007; pp.155
Lizka is a young Russian living an unexciting life in a backward rural town. After her first fleeting and unsatisfactory sexual experience sets the locals’ tongues wagging, she moves to a larger town – G – in search of a new life – and love.
Review of 'Simple Things'
By Matthew Bown
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
Review of 'Simple Things'
By Matthew Bown
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
MOVIE SPOILER ALERT. Yesterday I viewed the film Simple Things (Простые Вещи) by director/scriptwriter Alexei Popogrebsky at the Russian film festival in London. It's a good piece of kitchen-sink naturalism, which moves at a more leisurely pace than I think any US or UK movie would attempt.
Rossica 1
Hermitage Rooms in London
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Rossica 1
Hermitage Rooms in London
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.