It was a look and character that Galina Boulgakova perfected. A battered woman trapped in an abusive relationship, or a sexual-assault victim, or a grief-stricken widow or even a prostitute. She dove into those tortured characters, getting into their heads and exuding the kind of heartache directors on the stage and screen in Moscow wanted.

If train A leaves the station going 60 miles per hour and train B leaves one hour later going 85 miles per hour, when will train B catch up with train A? More importantly, will the fate of either of these trains really prepare a high school student for the demands of college-level math classes? […]