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Tais Zolotkovska

Ukrainian novelist, nonfiction author and creative writing teacher

Tais Zolotkovska is a Ukrainian writer from Kharkiv. She lives and writes on Zakynthos, Greece, where she has been based since 2018. She writes novels, memoir, books on creative writing and stories for children. In her fiction, she returns to the ways family stories shape our choices and to what it takes to make a home in a new place.

Her debut novel, The Line of Effort, was first published in 2016. Its 2024 edition was longlisted for the 2025 Encounter Ukrainian–Jewish Literary Prize. Off-Season received the International Choice distinction for Greece at the 2021 Koronatsiya Slova literary competition.

For publishers, agents and translators
Portrait of Tais Zolotkovska

Teaching creative writing

Tais has taught creative writing since 2015 through courses, masterclasses, writing retreats and one-to-one mentoring. She works with people starting their first story and with writers developing or revising a manuscript. Her classes cover plot, character, emotional depth, reading as a writer and revision.

In Kharkiv, she founded the Anonymous Authors Club, which grew into a network of local writing groups. On Zakynthos, she founded Author’s House, a residency for writers and artists.

Books for translation

The novels, memoir, books on writing and children’s books below are open to translation enquiries. Rights availability varies by title, language and territory.

Novels

Barefoot on the Olive Tree

Босоніж на оливі · Knyhy XXI, 2023 · 352 pages

Anna is born on Zakynthos on the day of the 1953 earthquake. Raised by her grandparents, she grows up longing for her mother. Her story takes her from Zakynthos to London and India and back again, as she builds a life of her own. When a Ukrainian writer comes to record Anna’s story, she discovers how the choices of three generations of women have shaped it.

English reading sample and synopsis available on request.

Off-Season

Несезон · Knyhy XXI, 2021 · 304 pages

Nina, a writer from Kharkiv, arrives on Zakynthos in winter to record Anna’s life story. She meets Adam, who has come from Rome after the death of his wife. As the island settles into its quietest months, their conversations make room for an intimacy neither expected. A companion to Barefoot on the Olive Tree, it can also be read independently.

The Line of Effort

Лінія зусилля · First published by Disa Plus, 2016 · Knyhy XXI edition, 2024 · 352 pages

Three lives intersect in contemporary Ukraine. Herman struggles to understand what he wants from love. His mother, Hanna, tries to make a life of her own within a Jewish religious community. Vira returns to her hometown to investigate a family secret. Their choices test the loyalties that have held their lives together.

Memoir

Second Heart

Друге серце · Completed Ukrainian manuscript · Approximately 47,000 words

On Zakynthos, Tais cares for a rescued owl while undergoing fertility treatment and trying to become a mother. After a pregnancy loss, the daily work of caring for the owl gives shape to days marked by grief. Written in fragments, the memoir follows her relationship with the bird and her gradual return to writing.

Rights enquiries are coordinated through the Ukrainian publisher.

Books on writing

Life Between the Lines

Життя між рядків. Зцілення письмом і творчістю · Knyhy XXI, 2025

Developed from letters to readers, this book pairs stories from the author’s life with creative and reflective writing exercises. It invites readers to use writing to pay closer attention to their daily lives and find words for experiences they are still making sense of.

Writing as Breathing

Писати як дихати. 62 дні творчої свободи · Knyhy XXI, 2021

A 62-day workbook for building a writing practice. Short reflections and prompts give readers a place to start each day and room to experiment as they find a rhythm of their own.

Babel excerptsGerman Polish

Write

Пиши. Легкий шлях від ідеї до книжки · Monolit-Bizz, 2018 · Reissued by Knyhy XXI, 2023

A practical guide for writers working on a first book. Exercises take readers from developing an idea through drafting, sustaining the work and shaping a complete manuscript.

Babel excerptsGerman Polish

Tais also co-authored the collective guide Анатомія письменниці. Як творити живі тексти (Creative Women Publishing, 2021).

Children’s and illustrated books

Four Teeth

Чотири зуби · Ranok, 2018

Lesya has just learned to brush her teeth by herself and is eager to show someone else how. A preschool read-aloud about the pleasure of learning to do something on your own and sharing it with others.

English reading text available on request.

Ai-Kim! Ice Cream for Lesya

Ай-Кім! Морозиво для Лесі · Monolit-Bizz, 2018

Lesya’s dislike of ice cream leads her to a surprising discovery about her father.

Wild Rose

Дика Роза · Published as Мені не потрібен собака · Ranok, 2020

When Max moves from the city to the countryside, he finds a dog named Rosa waiting at the new house. Once his tablet runs out of charge, he has to find his own way to get to know her.

The Secret Life of Rudyk

Таємне життя Рудика · Ranok, 2021

Rudyk may look like a cat who spends her days asleep under a cherry tree, but she is often the first to help when something goes wrong.

My Aunt’s Red Dress

Червона сукня моєї тітки · Monolit-Bizz, 2019

An illustrated story about illness, grief and the everyday details through which a girl remembers her aunt. Shortlisted for the 2019 Top BaraBooka award.

Несерйозно

Chorni Vivtsi, 2019

Mira likes to draw snowmen in May. When someone tells her to be more serious, she has to find her way back to the pleasure of imagining what could be.

Published translations

  • Romanian · Viața secretă a pisicii Sashy, translated by Aliona Bivolaru. Didactica Publishing House, 2024.
  • Ukrainian–Polish · Несерйозно / Niepoważne, bilingual edition. Knyhy XXI and Chorni Vivtsi, 2023.
  • French · A contribution to the anthology Hommage à l’Ukraine. Stock, 2022.
  • German · Schreib! Der einfache Weg von der Idee zum Buch, the German edition of Write. typed.ch, 2020.

For publishers, agents and translators

I represent my own work and handle translation rights enquiries directly. I hold the translation rights to Barefoot on the Olive Tree, Off-Season and my three books on writing. If a publisher holds the rights to a title you’re interested in, you can still contact me. I can put you in touch with the rights holder.

To request reading materials or discuss acquiring translation rights, please let me know which book, language and territory you’re interested in.

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English reading sample

Off-Season

Tais Zolotkovska

They met by the tomatoes. Nina’s hand reached for one of the dark red vegetables; Adam’s hip grazed her as he bent over for the basil. Their bodies connected, and the voice in Nina’s head said “dreaming among the vegetables?” Nina instantly found herself in a garden, and the morning was brisk, bathed in dew; the apple tree cast thick shadows onto the squash and the strawberry bushes; out of sight, the deep sea rumbled. She shook this vision off. It returned with new force. She heard a voice. It whispered “turn around, look at him.”

She kept holding her tomato, though. Vegetables had never betrayed her before, and her fiancé awaited her in Kharkiv. “I’m here on the island to be by myself, to help Anna and Hector,” she told herself. “So I can learn how to string words together into lines. So I can write Anna’s story, finally.”

“Step away from me please.” She implored, without giving herself away or moving an inch. It was him who had to take action, make a move, act on the urge to distance himself; he had to move away from her. He was the man in this situation, after all, and this was indecent, right here in the middle of the supermarket. Adam froze, clenching a bunch of parsley. That day, when he returned home, he’d stand there at the kitchen table, tear off some fragrant leaves, and toss them into a bowl full of tomatoes, and again and again that would rise to the surface of the translucent sea: that sudden touch, the warmth of her body, the body of a woman he did not know. The feeling was much more than the temperature of her body – he wasn’t a thermometer, after all; instead, it was an invitation into the past, into something inexpressibly familiar that stood at the edge between oblivion and reality.

But now he stops dead, frozen in amber, and shrieking infants, chocolates clenched in their little fists, and mothers, frozen peas in one hand and cheap German chardonnay in the other, walk by, pushing their shopping carts toward the check-out aisles. They stop dead like this, in the middle of our story, waiting to see who will smash the icy surface first. And Nina, finally – his legs have fallen asleep and his back has gone numb – then, Nina, finally looks at him out of the corner of her eye (they say women have better peripheral vision, and there clearly is something to that), then Nina looks at him and speaks. “Excuse me, passing through.” Slowly, like lettuce splitting in half, she peels away, separates herself, and at that very instant, everything inside of her tumbles down, down, into a dark rabbit hole, the one she read about in Nabokov’s translation countless times. As soon as you open any one of his novels, you fall down, down, but up above, up to her elbows in future bloody tomato juice, she realizes that she can lose herself just like that, without any warning.

“One, two, three,” she counts and steps away from Adam. She doesn’t know his name yet. He introduces himself.

“I’m Adam.”

“What difference does that make?” Nina thinks, but she’s like the new kid on the first day of school, looking at all the faces, the braids, the same blue woolen uniform that itches the same for everyone, and you want to shed this shell and discard it, but instead you just nod at everyone and you would be glad to figure out who the bullies and straight-A students are, pick a side on the very first day, but then there’s the ceremony to kick off the school year and the neatly combed hair that will undoubtedly be all frizzy by the evening. And she replies “Nina.” She immediately forgets his name. Thomas or Peter. He remembers, though, sinks his teeth into her name and holds on – won’t let go, not even at night.