Reading Aloud
A podcast dedicated to reading aloud, featuring texts in both Russian and English. The host presents literary works and other material, helping listeners appreciate the sound of two languages. Episodes likely focus on bilingual reading practice and cultural exchange. The show aims to make reading accessible and engaging through spoken word.
Episodes
Motions
Motions
Road
#road
A tiredness
#Tiredness
A ceiling fan
A ceiling fan
A road
A road
A psychologist
A psychologist
Quiet reputation
Quiet reputation
Happy birthday
He was fifty and tired in a way sleep did not fix. The birthday had come and gone quietly, and now he sat on the porch with a beer sweating in his hand, watching the light go orange over the yard.He thought about the meetings. The spreadsheets. The younger men in the office who looked at him the way you look at something that's already gone. Thirty years of that. But thirty years also of structure
A decision
The plane had leveled off an hour ago, and outside the window there was nothing but grey, the clouds going by close and fast, and below them somewhere the ocean they could not see. She had the window seat. He was beside her with a book open on his tray, not reading it.“Do you ever think about going back,” she said, watching the grey go by.“Back where.”“Not anywhere. Just back. In time.”
A conversation
A conversation
An hour
The rain had stopped. She lay on her back and watched the ceiling fan not moving.“You cold?” he said.“No.”He put his arm behind his head. The room smelled like her perfume and the cigarette he hadn’t lit yet.She thought about her sister’s wedding, how her sister had cried, and whether she would ever stand in a white dress and mean it. She thought about the apartment lease, six months left, and whe
A castle
The sun was hot on the beach. They had been there since morning, and the light off the water hurt your eyes if you looked directly at it. He lay on the towel and watched her work with the sand.
A bag of
The man stood in the marble foyer of the boutique, a place that smelled of money and ambition, and watched his wife. She held the shoulder bag as if it were a living thing—fingers tracing the stitchwork, the soft Italian leather, the discreet gold hardware that cost more than a month’s salary for most of the men he had once commanded.He could not see it.
A plane
They sat side by side in the narrow seats. The plane hummed steadily. Outside the window the sky was a flat grey.She held a paperback open. The cover showed a man and a woman in an embrace. She turned the pages slowly.
A thought
Once, in a tall glass building full of busy people, there worked a man and a woman who were both lawyers. They did not know each other well. But every day, at the very same time, they stood in the very same coffee line.
A song
The song came on the radio in the car. He hadn't heard it in years. Twenty-five, maybe thirty.He was fifty now. "Big in Japan," the singer said. His wife was driving. She didn't seem to notice.He remembered the year because that's when they'd met. That exact year. The song had played at every party, every bar, every moment of that burning summer when the world felt possible and small at the same t
A phone
He was in the rain again. Smoking a cigarette he didn't want, watching the street. She would be home soon.The phone had been there on the table. Not hidden. That was the problem. He'd seen the message notification. Just a flash. Enough."I miss you."Not from her sister. Not from anyone who should say that.He stubbed out the cigarette and made a drink. Whisky. The flat was quiet except for the rain.
A run, 2026
She was already in running clothes when he came downstairs, already moving toward the door. He grabbed his shoes.The neighborhood was still dark. A few lights on in kitchens where people were making the same choices they were. She set the pace. He matched it. Not out of deference—they'd stopped being polite years ago—but because it worked."How'd you sleep?" he asked."Didn't. Interview's today.""Yo
A pizza
I'm fifty now, which means I've buried two dogs and about a third of my hairline, but there's one Tuesday night from thirty years ago that I can still walk through like it's a crime scene I never quite closed the file on.
A mask
He came through it like a man who had learned to arrange his face into something acceptable. His shirt was still pressed. His jaw still set in the particular way that suggested competence, control, the machinery of a life running as it should. Anyone looking at him would see a man who had conducted his day with purpose.But inside him was a hollowness.
A job
He sat in his car in the parking lot for an hour before starting the engine.He didn't know why, but he thought of that kitchen. The one they'd had. The one with the yellow tiles and the window over the sink where you could see the oak tree.
A coffee
Car passing on the street below
A street
They walked down the street in the late afternoon. The sun was going down and the shadows were long across the pavement. She held his arm.It was August and the heat had settled into everything. The air was thick and still.
A coin
He saw it on the driveway. A penny. He bent and picked it up without thinking. His hands still moved that way—toward money on the ground, any amount, automatic as breathing.
A structure, 2026
2026
A feeling, 2026
A feeling, 2026
A shadow, 2026
A shadow, 2026
An article, 2026
An article, 2026
A prerequisite, 2026
A prerequisite, 2026
A museum, 2026
A museum, 2026
A dream, 2026
A dream, 2026
A cab, 2026
A cab, 2026
An airport, 2026
An airport, 2026
A candle, 2026
A candle, 2026
A watch 2026
A watch 2026
50th birthday 2026
50th birthday 2026
2026 A wooden bench
2026 A wooden bench
2026, The boy from 1980
2026, The boy from 1980
2026
2026
1887, Александр Иванович Куприн, Песнь скорби
1887, Александр Иванович Куприн, Песнь скорби
1963, Иосиф Бродский, В деревянном доме, в ночи
1963, Иосиф Бродский, В деревянном доме, в ночи
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
1915, Сергей Есенин, Колдунья
1915, Сергей Есенин, Колдунья
1841, М. Лермонтов. «Выхожу один я на дорогу...»
1841, М. Лермонтов. «Выхожу один я на дорогу...»
1925, Сергей Есенин — Цветы мне говорят прощай
1925, Сергей Есенин — Цветы мне говорят прощай
1961, Бессмертия у жизни не прошу, Иосиф Александрович Бродский
1961, Бессмертия у жизни не прошу, Иосиф Александрович Бродский
1859, А.А. Фет, Cтарые письма
1859, А.А. Фет, Cтарые письма
1831, Языков Н. М. «Кубок»
1831, Языков Н. М. «Кубок»
1865, I Am! By John Clare
1865, I Am! By John Clare
1885, "Голубка моя", Дмитрий Мережковский
1885, "Голубка моя", Дмитрий Мережковский
2026 Orange and blue
2026 Orange and blue
1824, Иван Ермолаевич Великопольский Курная изба
1824, Иван Ермолаевич Великопольский Курная изба
1845, Последний разговор, Яков Полонский
1845, Последний разговор, Яков Полонский
1894, Cегодня тих, но сумрачен залив; Сергей Сафонов
1894, Cегодня тих, но сумрачен залив; Сергей Сафонов
1924, С. Есенин. «Мы теперь уходим понемногу...»
1924, С. Есенин. «Мы теперь уходим понемногу...»
1888, И. Бунин. «Какая теплая и темная заря!..»
1888, И. Бунин. «Какая теплая и темная заря!..»
1884, А. Чехов. Хамелеон
1884, А. Чехов. Хамелеон
1853, Зимняя ночь в деревне, Иван Никитин
1853, Зимняя ночь в деревне, Иван Никитин
2026, Нави Вонави, "Февраль"
2026, Нави Вонави, "Февраль"
1908, "Вернуть любовь", Игорь Северянин
1908, "Вернуть любовь", Игорь Северянин
1916, С. Есенин. «О красном вечере задумалась дорога...»
1916, С. Есенин. «О красном вечере задумалась дорога...»
1911, С. Есенин, «Весенний вечер»
1911, С. Есенин, «Весенний вечер»
1824, А. Пушкин. «Все кончено: меж нами связи нет...»
1824, А. Пушкин. «Все кончено: меж нами связи нет...»
1848, А. Фет. Весенние мысли («Снова птицы летят издалека...»)
1848, А. Фет. Весенние мысли («Снова птицы летят издалека...»)
1967, «В профиль и анфас, Василий Шукшин
1967, «В профиль и анфас, Василий Шукшин
1829, "Бессонница" (Ночной порой в пустыне городской...), Фёдор Иванович Тютчев
1829, "Бессонница" (Ночной порой в пустыне городской...), Фёдор Иванович Тютчев
1850, "Воспоминание о детстве", Иван Саввич Никитин
1850, "Воспоминание о детстве", Иван Саввич Никитин
1890, "К Родине", Петр Филиппович Якубович
1890, "К Родине", Петр Филиппович Якубович
1854, Иван Саввич Никитин, Утро
1854, Иван Саввич Никитин, Утро
1918, "Весна в лесу", Сергей Антонович Клычков
1918, "Весна в лесу", Сергей Антонович Клычков
1865, «Детство», Иван Захарович Суриков
1865, «Детство», Иван Захарович Суриков
1886, Беседа пьяного с трезвым чёртом, А. Чехов
1886, Беседа пьяного с трезвым чёртом, А. Чехов
1915, Федор Сологуб, "Ах, зачем ты не затих"
1915, Федор Сологуб, "Ах, зачем ты не затих"
1887, "Заря занималась. Твой шепот невнятный", Александр Куприн
1887, "Заря занималась. Твой шепот невнятный", Александр Куприн
1832, "Нет, нет, не должен я, не смею, не могу...", А. Пушкин
1832, "Нет, нет, не должен я, не смею, не могу...", А. Пушкин
1972, "Беседы при ясной луне", В.М. Шукшин
1972, "Беседы при ясной луне", В.М. Шукшин
1830, "Нет, я не дорожу мятежным наслажденьем...", А. Пушкин.
1830, "Нет, я не дорожу мятежным наслажденьем...", А. Пушкин.
1828, А. Пушкин. Предчувствие («Снова тучи надо мною...»)
1828, А. Пушкин. Предчувствие («Снова тучи надо мною...»)
1829, "Италия", Н. Гоголь.
1829, "Италия", Н. Гоголь.
1826, Н. Гоголь. Новоселье
1826, Н. Гоголь. Новоселье
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