From Stalingrad to Winograd

For some days, the country looked like the Place de la Concorde in 1793. The entire public sat expectantly facing the guillotine, waiting for the tumbrel to bring the marquis, for the marquis to lie down, for the blade to fall on his neck, and for a soldier to hold up the bloody, severed head … Continue reading “From Stalingrad to Winograd”