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Japan records over 43,000 whooping cough cases in 2025

Whooping cough cases continued to soar in Japan with the cumulative figure reaching 43,728 so far this year, a more than tenfold increase on the approximately 4,000 cases reported for all of 2024, Kyodo News said Tuesday. Preliminary data from the Japan Institute for Health Security showed that the number of cases reported by hospitals and

Emerging Poets Face Off in Showdown

Bots Challenge Young Poets: A Literary Showdown By Alexander Voronin Member of the Union of Russian Writers As tradition holds, the literary season closed on a high note with the Derzhavin Poetry Festival on Monday. Let us reflect on the journey. Since last autumn, ahead of and following the BRICS summit in Kazan, we at Kazan

Bots Challenge Young Poets: A Literary Showdown

As tradition holds, the literary season closed on a high note with the Derzhavin Poetry Festival on Monday. Let us reflect on the journey. Since last autumn, ahead of and following the BRICS summit in Kazan, we at Kazan Vedomosti hosted five online sessions with poets from China, India, Egypt, Iran, and Indonesia. From November to April,

Walking Alone – Poetry from China

Walking Alone You come from all directions Always alone You walk toward the opposite of your starting point Not knowing when you’ll return Walking alone, from childhood to old age Then from success to failure Coming from loneliness, and stepping into one’s own glory Walking alone, humming

My Venice – Poetry from Italy

My Venice I’d like to fill my hands Of your lighter face, Tie your splendid moons to my wrists – Ah the beautiful, reflected moons In the silent becoming -. I would like to seal in the touch – And in the lightning, in the tweak – Waters, petals and birds, Bending them into spikes In