Tag: Pained

When Elena Kostyuchenko was five years old, in Yaroslavl, a provincial city a hundred and seventy miles from Moscow, the corner of the room that she shared with her mother was taken up by a television with a bulging screen and a fuzzy picture. Kostyuchenko was captivated. She brushed the dust off the picture with her fingers. “It felt like touching a moth’s wings, ever-so-gently,” she writes in “I Love Russia,” a memoir and collection of reportage translated by Bela