Olesha, Yuri

Here’s just one of the many fine things about reading stories into my iPod to be read to you: I can read a story like Olesha, and stop and get all breathy in the middle because I’ve forgotten that he constructs it that way, or I can catch myself from snickering in the middle because I’m just IN AWE of how someone can be so sharp and funny as to turn an isolationist rant into a beautiful dreamscape