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Resuscitating a Fish
Her hair is gathered, away from her pale porcelain face. Her silent beauty calls to mind a death mask. It is hard to encounter Masha Yozefpolsky in a surprising mood. In recent years her voice has gradually become shrouded in auras, her speech is dense, and her breath – short. A thousand cigarettes a day.
"I grew up in Odessa, by the sea, shifting between my gran…
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