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About Pinsk

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

From the archives of the newspaper “Ainikait”

Both the Red Army and the Heer were finding it hard to assemble decent attacking forces: all the battles bar one that started on Saturday were.

The river Rechytsa flows right by! It's our heartbeat. Kids play by its banks, old timers sit and jaw. I once overheard someone say, "Them waters got more stories than we do!" Crazy, huh?

Feliks Rabinovich Obituary - Columbia, SC