Contents
Some historical background
A lone human voice
The author interviews herself on missing history and why Chernobyl calls our view of the world into question
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Land of the Dead
Monologue on why people remember
Monologue on how we can talk with both the living and the dead
Monologue on a whole life written on a door
Monologue of a village on how they call the souls from heaven to weep and eat with them
Monologue on how happy a chicken would be to find a worm. And what is bubbling in the pot is also not forever
Monologue on a song without words
Three monologues on ancient fear, and on why one man stayed silent while the women spoke
Monologue on how man is crafty only in evil, but simple and open in his words of love
The Soldiers’ Choir
2
The Crown of Creation
Monologue on the old prophecies
Monologue on a moonscape
Monologue of a witness who had toothache when he saw Christ fall and cry out
Three monologues on the ‘walking ashes’ and the ‘talking dust’
Monologue on how we can’t live without Tolstoy and Chekhov
Monologue on what St Francis preached to the birds
Monologue without a title: a scream
Monologue in two voices: male and female
Monologue on how some completely unknown thing can worm its way into you
Monologue on Cartesian philosophy and on eating a radioactive sandwich with someone so as not to be ashamed
Monologue on our having long ago come down from the trees but not yet having come up with a way of making them grow into wheels
Monologue by a capped well
Monologue about longing for a role and a narrative
The Folk Choir
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Admiring Disaster
Monologue on something we did not know: death can look so pretty
Monologue on how easy it is to return to dust
Monologue on the symbols and secrets of a great country
Monologue on the fact that terrible things in life happen unspectacularly and naturally
Monologue on the observation that a Russian always wants to believe in something
Monologue about how defenceless a small life is in a time of greatness
Monologue on physics, with which we were all once in love
Monologue on something more remote than Kolyma, Auschwitz and the Holocaust
Monologue on freedom and the wish to die an ordinary death
Monologue on a freak who is going to be loved anyway
Monologue on the need to add something to everyday life in order to understand it
Monologue on a mute soldier
Monologue on the eternal, accursed questions: ‘What is to be done?’ and ‘Who is to blame?’
Monologue of a defender of Soviet power
Monologue on how two angels took little Olenka
Monologue on the unaccountable power of one person over another
Monologue on sacrificial victims and priests
The Children’s Choir
A lone human voice
In place of an epilogue
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