Vladimir

In First Love, the titular aspect of Vladimir's feels encompassses that of teenage angst and yearning for companionship. Vladmir, like most people his age, are in search of a romantic pursuit with a young woman. His relations with such are at most innocent and extremely naive. However, the assumption that the novella's title pertains only to Vladmir would be a misconception. In reality, the title appeals not only to Vladimir, but to 2 other significant characters as well ; Zinaida and Pyotr.

A Bird In Flight

I'm much better at writing poetry than a story, So I thought this would work.

I met a girl

from a dream

who came to life 

and split the seam

of a heart so scarred

and filled with pain

of love still lost

yet not regained

But god had given

me respite

he sent to me

a bird in flight

delicate, soft, 

and full of grace

I knew my heart

could not keep pace.

Yet years would come

and seasons go

as a broken man

once filled with woe

had lived again

to see the light

of a forgotten world

once filled with fright

but all good things

in time will end

embracing death

as a friend

a bird not destined

for the ground

returned to god

without a sound

A requiem for 

my love I sang

and from the rope

her feet still hang

THE NOSE

As I awake, the smell of fresh bread is all around me, and the world is dark. "By God", I think to my self, "What in the devil is going on"? Suddenly, a hole is ripped in the darkness, and I'm staring at a man holding a bread knife in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. I said,"Are you going to keep on staring or will you explain why in the hell you're staring at me with a bread knife"?. The man's jaw drops, and in a dramatic fashion, swoons and faints in his chair.

"How rude", I exclaim, as I crawl toward the newly created hole. As I begin to climb from the hole, I find myself in a dimly lit kitchen. As I gain my bearings, I come to realize that I'm half way in and half way out of a fresh loaf of Rye bread. "Oh, That explains a lot". Fully emerged, I crawl toward the unconscious man in front of me. As I approach, he began to stir from his stupor. Thinking that I'd started things off on the wrong foot, I prepare to introduce my self. The man sits up, shaking his head in a confounded manner. "Hello there, Good Sir", I exclaim. "It's a pleasure to meet you" ! "ARRRHHG " ! "What the hell"?, screams the man. Taking one look at the bottle in his hand, he flings the whiskey into the wall and runs screaming out of the kitchen. "Never again"!, the man screamed repeatedly again, as he fled in fright.