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Translated by Kalina Momcheva   I saw him at the statue of the Priest[1] – he was the same old hippie from back in the day, […]

Translated by Dimitar Angelov   Driven by their hunger, the wolves devoured without hesitation. Some were born here, others came from afar. This winter they were […]

Translated by Gabriela Yordanova   The old man was lying on the bed, covered with a blanket. It was an old bed, moved around the room […]

Translated by Kalina Momcheva   There are a lot of talented nightingales around the world, and they sing a lot of songs. They hover calmly, looking […]