BLUE BOG
(A literary caricature of Mykola Khvylovy’s writing style)
Chapter One
Bog – how bland…
Sounds so vague: bog...
But now fever – that’s vivid. Tossing and turning... Sweating... Convulsions... Eyes red, lips red, breasts red, but the tongue is white... (Tongue – language – nation – oppression – liberation)…
Liberation – nation…!
Eh, people!
Arise ye people, before the flies and mosquitoes finish you off!
Bog sounds bland… Let’s call it –
– A swamp…
Swine… wine... grapes… Press… Juice… Blood… Revolution…
Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!
…The dawn glowed red…
It dayed…
The day came and the day passed…
…The day passed (to pass, to piss, toilet, the Terminological Commission of Hetman Skoropadsky’s Ministry of Transport).
This is just waffle.
But now...
Under a dusky sky the b
