"Viens chez moi, viens chez moi, voyageur,..." (Lyrics from the song) "On the French side, on an alien planet I have to study at the university I'm so sad, I can't say it in words Cry, dear friends, with bitter tears..." (Lyrics from the song) Let us turn to de Man's thesis that Benjamin's article is itself a translation, since this fact determines the untranslatability of the text (“Translations ...

All the building blocks of mass culture are the same. * Thoughts are only good for a patchwork blanket, under which it is always cold. * Thought is forever renewed, remaining the same. * In the humanities, only a bad scheme can be explained well. * And there may be nothing special on a special path. * The truth can only be conveyed through unflattering words. * Truth is available only in critical moments. * The ignoramus considers the pit to be the highest point.

Yulia Tsvetkova was engaged in intersectional feminism and wanted to make it accessible to a city that has a lot of unspoken things. She founded the COM.UNITYCenter , "a safe space where people with all their differences are accepted, and where people of all ages can share experiences, grow and help others." Yulia's educational and artistic work was aimed at empowering women* from Komsomolsk-on-Amur who live in conditions of oppression of their personality.

Especially for Insolarance, Ivan Kudryashov talks about why an aesthetic view can be a moral principle, as well as a guideline for actions against the background of the devaluation of the concepts of justice and equality. We are in society, but we perform actions in relation to specific people. Today, many regularly experience acute uncertainty about how to deal with others.

Problems of creativity of Andrei Platonov. Body-images in the artistic space of the novel “Chevengur”, the story “The Pit”, the play “Fourteen Red Huts”. Suenita: You only have a body - you don’t like worldviews. Hoz: The body, just the body. A. Platonov “Fourteen” Red Huts, or “Hero Of our time." action 4 1 In 1919, one of the greatest Russian writers of the twentieth century, Andrei Platonovich Platonov (Klimentov), ​​began his first experiments in Russian literature. A few biographical lines.

The Ivanovs' baby grew enormous. In just a couple of days it has taken over almost the entire nursery and is screaming deafeningly. Having absolutely no idea how to breastfeed such a child, the suffering mother squeezed through the doorway. With his gigantic foot, the child smeared it on the wall and fell silent for a while, looking at what was stuck to the wallpaper.