“At seven o’clock the evening of Russian romance began in the Lynn synagogue. Outside the window is the embankment, a blue piece of the ocean. Seagulls on th...

““Well, here’s our Nikolai,” said the director and pushed him towards those sitting on the sofa. There were three of them: an old woman, a young woman and a ...

God is always there. He is ready to give a miracle if someone asks him for it. And this miracle can be love, and there and then when it is completely impossi...

“In the morning we went to the pharmacy. A sick friend needed to buy something for a sore throat. Or the flu. Basically, she had a sore throat and had been c...

“...I never imagine it in the summer, always only in the winter. A strange thing is imagination: I see not only the snow that makes the pavement white and fl...

“Philemon and Baucis lived in a country summer house. The sun seeped through the thick curtains and spread in hot spots over Philemon’s sagging bulldog chin ...

Polina did nothing to be beautiful - her splendor was given to her by nature. Neither the boy, nor the husband, nor the elder could pass by the beautiful gir...

The book of stories and short stories by Irina Muravyova includes both early and recently created works. They are all about love. About love for life, for lo...

Irina Muravyova has lived in Boston since 1985. But the source of her creativity is Russian reality. The impressive memory scenes in her prose sometimes turn...

They are sisters. Tanya, yesterday's high school student, an airy young lady, brought up on Pushkin's poems, turns into a loving woman and a selfless mother....

The Second World War has ended. Leningrad teenager Grisha Naryshkin, abducted to Germany, becomes Herbert Fishbein, a New Yorker and husband of Evelyn Tage, ...

“...A loved one took her somewhere. She rarely wrote to my grandmother and me, and then she stopped altogether. So I grew up without my mother's affection. W...