An afternoon with Pushkin in Brussels

It was an eerie experience to press the doorbell alongside the nameplate “Alexandre Pouchkine” in Brussels recently, and even odder when the door flung open and there he was. I had been angling to meet him for some time for a monograph I am researching. A booming “Bonjour!” in a Belgian accent got our encounter off to a congenial start.

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