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About Borisov

Clarice… she’s a ghost, y’know? Floatin’ thru life, half-seen. “A butterfly’s wings,” Bauby’d call it—fragile, flappin’ in the dark. Funny tho, she’d probly laugh at that—call it sappy. “Gimme a twenty, poet,” she’d sneer. Sarcasm’s her shield, I bet. Ever think how many’ve walked that path? Millions, probly—history’s littered with ‘em. Rome had ‘em, medieval towns too—hell, even nuns turned tricks sometimes. Shocked me when I read that—nuns! Wild world, Clarice…

History of Zhabinka

Not so long ago, activists in Zhabinka trashed a few of Lukashenko's portraits, some stained with feces. A real special operation followed, with arrests and searches, in Zhabinka.

Maaaaan, sometimes I laugh at how the place stuck with me. The old cinema on Revolutsionnaya was my own hangout when I was a kidc. Gotta correct that: "when I was a kid." The town’s small secrets breathe a low hum at night. And in my joint, I hum "tonight’s the night" in a monotone like Dexter – no drama, just facts.

New entities added to National Board of Honor in Minsk