Springtime in the Country by Leo Egerev

Adventures growing up in Russia

Springtime in the country

Set in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, the stories offer some memorable episodes from the author’s childhood and youth, his mandatory military service, and his work that took him all over the country.

The author shares with the reader the fabric of those days long gone by and shows a myriad of funny, quirky yet deeply human characters whom the author met personally – all those people who enriched his life and the memory of whom prompted him to write this book in the first place.

Genre: HUMOR / General

Secondary Genre: BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Adventurers & Explorers

Language: English

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Word Count: 59,250

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Five star ranking on Amazon


Sample text:

“Yes, I have come to your small town, and I’m so glad to see you all!” The crowd was already really close to him, yet they kept pushing towards him, repeating that Sankovsky had arrived. Sankovsky thought that perhaps some of the people at the end of the crowd might not be able to see him very well, so he climbed on top of his luggage and yelled, “Hi, I’m Sankovsky, I’m here!” At that moment, he noticed that the people who caught up with him never stopped to say hello. Instead, they kept on running towards the train. He kept repeating himself in a loud voice, “I’m Sankovsky, I’m Sankovsky, I’m here!” More and more people continued to pass by, shouting that Sankovsky had arrived but not paying attention to Sankovsky himself. He started thinking that perhaps they didn’t hear him, or maybe they just didn’t recognize him. He tried to stop people by clutching onto their clothing and explaining to them that he was Sankovsky.

 

One of the big guys he tried to stop kicked him in the face. Sankovsky fell off the luggage pile, while hundreds of people continued to run past him, stepping on him and his luggage, without even noticing. Finally, one drunkard stopped, helped him to stand up and asked him if he had anything to drink. Sankovsky told him that he was Sankovsky. The drunkard looked at him and told him that he was not a train. He then pointed to the train and said, “That’s Sankovsky.” He said the train was named “Sankovsky” because its final destination was the small town of Sankovski, and that’s where all of those people were headed. Everyone was trying to board as soon as possible since they didn’t want to be without a seat on that long trip. Sankovsky said he thought they were all just happy to see him, and tears began running from his eyes.


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

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German
Already translated. Translated by Silke Haidekker
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Belen Garcia
Author review:
Excellent translation, timely delivered. Ms. Belén García has been a pleasure to work with. Will be delighted to work with this translator again. Well done!

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