Jane Labous is shaken and not a little stirred by the frozen magic of a Russian winter From the moment you arrive at the Soviet-style Sheremetyevo airport and spot its female officials in their dominatrix uniforms, Moscow makes you feel as if you’re in the middle of a James Bond film.
I wrote this short story during the recent snow, while looking out of the window… Dawn is bright and cold as steel. Outside, the lawn is sugar iced with snow. The frozen garden flashes in the sunlight. Time, for the moment, hangs in the balance and the noiseless morning floats, suspended beneath the ice blue […]