“Son, why go there? You’re just back, strong and honest — why step into such filth?”
From Village Roots to Prison Bars: The Trial of a Harmonist Raised deep in the lush, untamed wilderness where sunsets glow like molten iron and mornings awaken with rooster cries and the scent of fresh bread, Oleg Gordeev’s village, Zarechye, nestled on a river bend shrouded in early morning mist, was more than just a … Read more