Gogol – The Nose: Just an Organ, or a Crisis of Identity?
It’s a quiet March morning. A barber cuts into his loaf of bread—and finds a nose inside. No, you didn’t misread. Ivan Yakovlevich, shaving soap still on his fingers, is ...
It’s a quiet March morning. A barber cuts into his loaf of bread—and finds a nose inside. No, you didn’t misread. Ivan Yakovlevich, shaving soap still on his fingers, is ...