"...He will not end well! A person who spends his nights driving around Lviv on a yellow scooter with a shotgun over his shoulder, following strangers, can't possibly end well. If there's a shotgun on the shoulder, sooner or later it'll go off."
Yezhi unfolded the fabric, which turned out to be a British flag, and tied it around Taras' neck. He spun his neighbour to face the wall with the portrait of the elderly lady once more.
"You remember how in the eighties they had 'Britain days' in the USSR? They hung this flag up in our building and forgot to take it down afterwards - our caretaker was a drunk. So l took it for myself! It's the perfect size!"
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pickFirst finish of November! This one is quite a slow burner, and it‘s two story strands don‘t have any real connection, but there is something very warm-hearted about this novel, and though I was unsure about it at first, it became a strong pick.
pickI thoroughly enjoyed this absurd but affectionate novel set amongst the night-time streets and characters of Lviv. As someone who spends way too much time on seagull-related matters, I laughed a lot.
However, if you were to ask me what this book is about, I‘m not sure I could tell you. The storylines were a little disjointed, yet the conclusion didn‘t feel surprising or original – I guess I just wanted more. I
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