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Mikhulskaya and Fillipova are emerging leaders in the avant-garde underworld of Soviet fashion design. They labor over sewing machines in cramped apartments shared by husbands and children; every drawer is crammed with fabric, zippers and buttons scrounged up in state stores and weekend flea markets. Thanks to their sardonic use of hallowed Soviet symbols, the two women cannot be members of the Society of Soviet Designers, and their styles are not bought by Dom Modeli, the state fashion center...
...Francisco Aguilar-Urbina, an adviser to Costa Rican President Oscar Arias, said at first that his delegation had low expectations of Quayle: "The impression we had was that they put him in a drawer during the campaign." But he later said Quayle won "very positive reviews" in his talks with Latin leaders. The Vice President impressed Brazil's President Jose Sarney by asking about the country's November elections. "You mean in Brazil?" replied Sarney, evidently astonished that Quayle was aware of the upcoming vote. Even Ortega had kind if somewhat condescending words: "I thought he showed an ability...
...death, every detail of its history becomes sacred. He constantly tries to recreate the letter's origins, to determine whether his mother knew about its existence before he found her with it, and to trace its journey from the safe where it was first kept to the desk drawer where it was after his father's death. He says, "I did not see my mother actually find the letter. Come across it; locate it. I'm building backwards again." Toward the end of the novel, the boy has begun to assimilate his varying pictures of his father...
...letter written to me? What about that? (Passed to me in my sleep, a neglected dream, or it made too much sense, or made too much of me.) Safely deposited in a bank. Withdrawn to a drawer of the excellent desk in the living room exactly when...
...parents now have different priorities. Late that first night when I was back, I went to the kitchen to get a snack. For the only time in my memory, the fridge was empty. No longer did cold cuts spill out of the meat drawer. Gone were the two gallon jumbo containers of orange juice and the six packs of vanilla pudding. Lost forever were the leftover pieces of peach pie or the cold chicken...