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Life Begins At Forty
Life Begins At Forty
Life Begins At Forty
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The first in a series of linked short stories, 'Life Begins at Forty' introduces the Ribakov family of Volgograd. As the Russian economy, society and everything they have ever known disintegrate around them, father Nikolai, mother Nina and teenage son Ivan struggle to retain their dignity and integrity whilst coming to terms with the new reality of post-Communist 1990s Russia. These stories deal with the corrosiveness of bribery, corruption, disillusionment and despair, and the hope that comes from love and family that motivates the characters to carry on.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherDavid Brining
Release dateJul 9, 2012
ISBN9781476470122
Life Begins At Forty
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David Brining

The author has lived and worked in several different countries and has been, variously, a camel jockey, a tennis coach, an underwater photographer, a motivational speaker, a magazine editor, an opera singer, a pantomime dame, a cat-sitter and a ghost-buster.

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    Life Begins At Forty - David Brining

    Life Begins At Forty

    A short story by David Brining

    Copyright David Brining 2012

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    Life Begins at Forty

    NIKOLAI Nikolayevich peered through the tiny, pitted window of his kiosk into the late-autumn fog which shrouded the railway bridge in heavy, grey layers a few metres away. He could just make out the concrete pillars that struggled under its weight. The window was a six inch square of clear Perspex so scratched by customers’ rings and frosts gone by that nearly everything on the other side seemed disfigured. The kiosk crouched beside a solitary neighbour on the corner of 7th Gvardeyskaya and Parkhomenko in the shadow of a towering, grey apartment block. Behind its fading red and white facade, beneath the grimy, flaking Marlboro sign, within its cramped, crowding walls, the usual

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