Mari Zhashkiv Whore ❤️

About Kharkiv

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Stories relating to Zashkov

I get there, and the guards are all flustered. I’m like, “What’s the plan, folks?” They’re all lookin’ at me like I’m the superhero. I’m no superhero, just a guy tryin’ to keep the peace. We set up a perimeter, and I’m feelin’ like a general.

"Before the Bolshevik coup, relations between Jews and Ukrainians were very warm," says the translator of the "Stawiszcze Memorial Book"