Liam

They released the lyre-player after our brief, sincere letter. So we pled for the son of our greatest poet, Pshavela: It is the hope of the Writers’ Union, we wrote, that you will respect the memory of the pride of our nation and accelerate the discharge of his son. And, in a sense, they did hear us. The poet’s son was taken outside and summarily shot. If he were Pshavela himself, they declared, we’d still shoot him.