“I took a swing, remembering the lessons of Sharafutdinov, the heavyweight champ. I took a swing and fell on my back.I don't remember what happened. Either it was slippery or my centre of gravity was too high...In any case, I fell. I saw the sky, enormous, pale and mysterious. So far away from my problems and disappointments. So pure.” Russian LiteratureThe Suitcase Author:Sergei Dovolotov - Translator Antonnia W. Bouis