a stupid and ignorant Grub Street garreteer

Jeanette is making bramble jelly. She is trying to listen to the Morning Story on Radio 4 while she goes about her task. Jeanette's brow is furrowed as she weighs the deep purple fruit and tips the berries into the heavy jelly pan […]

[…] the church attitude has never been that a teacher should be allowed to blather anything that comes into his head without any accountability at all.

And I’m telling you that he left Nikitkin and passed by some dedushka. The [dedushka] said: “Take me where I’m going.” And he sat that dedushka [down in his cart]. And so, they drove and drove, he says, heading somewhere. Then, he says, “The dedushka got lost somewhere and I was alone. And I went everywhere.”[…]A horse is coming. On it is sitting a dedushka.