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It shouldn’t be hard to feel deep sympathy for Ukraine without becoming indiscriminately anti-Russian.
Though half of my family lived in Ukraine, I identified as Russian — even...
This spring was supposed to be my nephew’s last semester of high school in Kyiv. Instead, he is figuring out schools that he can attend near Amsterdam where he is staying with a kind stranger who took him in as my nephew fled his home for the second time in his life. The first time was when he was 9 and he was forced to leave his birth city of Donetsk after Russian-backed separatists started a war for the Don...
NBC Bay Area’s Raj Mathai spoke to journalist and author Sasha Vasiluk, who came to the United States from Russia as a teenager — and still has family in Ukraine and Russia — about the current crisis.
My 70-year-old aunt had planned a quiet week. A bit of ironing, planting petunias in the garden and maybe finally tackling an unwieldy tangle of electrical chargers. Instead, she sits with my uncle, watching the Russian invasion on their laptops.
I’d felt a very familiar sense of dread as Vladimir Putin, the president of Russia, massed troops on the border of Ukraine. But as Russia’s invasion began early on Thursday under the pretext of rescuing the eastern region of Donbas from Ukraine’s mil...
It was the fall of 1996 and my first time returning to Moscow after immigrating to San Francisco a year earlier.
The new boy, Ilya, sat at the very back of the eighth-grade classroom, and as I stood near the blackboard telling my old Russian classmates about my strange new life in America, I could feel his presence—a black hole sucking me in from the back of the fluorescently white room.
There's skiing for winter and seafood suppers in seaside towns for summer in the corner of Italy that "doesn't exist".
Poland isn't exactly a beach destination. Least of all, in the winter.
If you sneak a peek into the freezer of any Russian-speaking San Franciscan, chances are high that you’ll find — no, not vodka, though that may be there too — a package of pelmeni.