Mikhail Bazankov, leader of Kostroma Writers Organization, in Kostrroma, Russia
Being Wise Sixty March 27, 2022
I get up too early or sleep too late.
My body adapts. My homemade
bread sustains me, and our diet
contains a lot of cheese and tomato
sauce. I sleep hard and then can’t
sleep. I do my best. I always have.
I never understood why some
people hate me. I learned to ignore
them. It doesn’t matter. More people
love me, and I love them. It was
my fate: to love, to heal, to write
the way a woman writes, to be a
master. as good as any man, a sister
to Shakespeare. Whatever happens,
I must keep writing. It’s what I
leave behind me. And I’ve seen
into so many souls. It’s a lot to
ask of anyone, but I never have
objected. I wanted to see, to love,
to fight, to heal, to do my very best.
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