Quotes About Marya

Halfway through the second paragraph, we find that the resisting element within the narrative voice belongs to one Marya Vasilyevna, who, failing to be moved by springtime, appears in the cart at the sound of her name.

In workshop, we talk a lot about raising the stakes of a story. Semyon just did this. There was a bare wire labeled Marya and a bare wire labeled Peasants in a Teahouse and electricity was coursing through each but they were laid out parallel to one another, several feet apart. Semyon, by reacting to the swearimg, just crossed them. Marya and those gathered peasants had nothing to do with one another, were not in relation. Now they do, and are.

It was late spring when Marya Morevna slid her brass key into the lock of the house on Dzerzhinskaya Street, feeling it slide, too, between her own ribs, and open her like a reliquary full of old, nameless bones.