The Dancing Barber
Description
Being a Ukrainian in Stalin's Soviet Union was a dangerous occupation. Millions perished in the famine of 1933, and millions more were sent to the gulags, never to return.
Taras was one of the lucky ones. He may have survived, but his life was changed forever.
Thirty years later, Taras and his family were living contentedly in England. And after a lifetime of suffering and toil, he was finally on the verge of the fame and fortune he deserved.
The last thing Taras needed was for Klem, and his alter ego Voloshin to move into his attic, and begin raking over the past he had tried so desperately to forget…
Taras' past untruths unexpectedly come back to haunt him, and events soon take a sinister turn, when an angry Soviet Colonel arrives, determined to silence the truth whatever the cost…
About the Author
Author Name : AC Michael
AC Michael was born in Yorkshire, England and enjoyed writing stories and drawing cartoons from a young age. When not writing, his diverse interests range from hill-walking to gardening, and from watercolour painting to quantum physics. His favorite authors are Roald Dahl, Leslie Charteris and Ian Fleming. AC Michael has also written and illustrated three picture books, which will be completed later this year. See http://www.acmichaelbooks.co.uk for details.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone