The Glickman brothers are two interesting figures in the Leningrad Cultural Landscape in the post -war years. And although the environment of their peers has already much thinned their names are not forgotten. They were born in Vitebsk before the First World War, and in 1929 the family moved to Leningrad. Isaac graduated from the Philfak here and later became a professor of the conservatory.

Yula. Reflections on the last album of the Auktsyon group The horizon of consciousness Dmitry Lisin The last magazine "Poster" was incredibly thick due to the description of all the heroes of our pop music. Yes, actually speaking, is there anything else other than popular music in the sounds that the country listens. There is also avant-garde non-science music, but the entire Avant-Dzhaz Kureokhin included in his frantic ensemble “pop-mechanics”.

The first novel brought Eco World Glory, the latter turned into a scandal. It usually happens differently, but the literary career of IVF is unusual in itself, so the “irregularity” in it is the norm. It is even more curious that much of what the scandal erupted about, was already present at the Foucault pendulum. But the “pendulum” was too complicated and at the same time lyrical, it was not easy to figure it out and even more difficult to use as an occasion.

To begin with, listen to Buchenen. “Millions of people feel like strangers in their own country. They turn away from the mass culture with its cult of animal sex and hedonistic values ​​... They see how the relics of the glorious past disappear from museums and are replaced by something ugly, abstract, anti-American; how the familiar moral values ​​inherited from the ancestors of ancestors are overthrown; How the culture that grew these people dies - along with the country in which they grew.

If necessary - the language of Suahili, complex sound and word abundant, the grandchildren of Racheli will learn purely and folklore will compose Suachille I. Guberman There are professions to which any person a priori treats respectfully: teachers, doctors, scientists. And it doesn’t matter that your child’s teacher has long ripped off a voice from a scream, and the doctors heal your aunt. All the same, they arouse respect.

The difficulty of the situation is that over the past three weeks, the world surrounding the Moscow writer (that is, me) began to change at a threatening speed. Having written “continued,” I thought in a blue eye that I would continue my column in the same spirit as I began - to slowly tell the reader about the “backstage” of literary life.