Doctor of Philosophy Viktor Pavlovich Vizgin, a specialist in the field of philosophy of culture, answered questions in connection with the release of the monograph “Between Philosophy and Literature” M.-SPb, 2021. A.K.: Viktor Pavlovich, the first section of your book is called “Philosophy and Culture.” From a certain point of view, it can be argued that philosophy, being entirely the creation of man, is itself a culture.

Characters: Nikolay Jurgis Cas Listener The text is written based on interviews with real people that were conducted in February-March 2021. The names of the characters have been changed at the request of the heroes. Photo: Nastya Oblomova NIKOLAY: Hello, my name is Nikolay, I’m 26 years old, I live in Moscow and work as a programmer in a large company. I have a higher technical education. I am not married, I have no criminal record. I also love dressing up in women's clothes.

In the lantern room The scarier it is outside You just haven't grown up After the night of crystal knives. Sour gooseberry bomb Scatters across tongues, Your lover will leave you Even the one you created yourself. In the horror of a colored dream Lying at the feet of the sentries Her saint's child Two heads. In the middle of the whirlpool The talisman is blooming, Firmament stargazers The giant is blocking. Ripe carnelian Sticky caress Oily highlights Intimacy is rubbed viscous.

In the Shah's chambers Blue ladybugs On an urn with ashes Confused dosage. Licking the flame Fairy bat Steel pursues the beak, Chipping tiles from roofs. Green smoke from the palm, Chinese dragon on a jacket, The day of grief became another day off, In the morgue we play blind man's buff. A memorial service for the pink On the stairwells, There is resentment in the cells of the body A year of never getting your period.

With grass in your hands Red monkeys are coming from the sea With parrots on the horns, In visions of fly agaric. Jackal, the twins' older brother, Opening a stolen chest, Takes away their fathers' wives, When the mother of the deceased makes a double sound. Emptiness endowed with movement I saved you from troubles, Invasion trail - There is ash in the cold rust of the stars. Along the path paved by the tusk, On the moon deer, Born in a rainstorm Climbing the deafening lightning steps.

Well, my friends! It's time for the next article in my Diary of a Neurotic. This time let's talk about perfectionism. Yes, it's about the desire to do everything perfectly. Absolutely everything! There is a similarity between this “magnificence” and the excellent student syndrome. But it will be more interesting here, believe me. Remark: the desire for something in life, development and the desire to improve oneself is not perfectionism. This is a normal manifestation of a sane person .

With a dream in your fists They march through the streets like dynamite, With round glasses With malachite lenses. A fiery mohawk flares up - This is the crown of will. Anvil of miracles - The purple crystal of their hearts. On the rocks of his knees She sits chewing gum with a baseball bat. Under the grin of cartoon hyenas And moray eel The cauldrons are filled to capacity. Loading crashed On a colossal wave. Tiger chasing a wagtail On the paprika-covered moon.

Ikaria: view from the reception area While the ship is slow goes around the island famous for one fall, ten year old shket falls off the wall while his parents chatting with friends: city ​​drunk stumbles on the steps crushing your skull into colored shards, six drunk guys break theirs expensive sports bikes bone breakers, grandma loses her balance dancing at the party and her head is divided into two parts like a ripe melon. People were falling apart all over the island.

A young couple, Andrei (Semyon Serzin) and his wife Olya (Marina Vasilyeva), found themselves in a terrible situation. Some time ago, the main character's house was robbed, and his girlfriend became a victim of rape, which is why she later lost her child. The situation was already unpleasant, but the worst part was the fact that Andrei escaped, taking advantage of the carelessness of one of the robbers.

- Try to wrap your arms around him so that one palm is in the lower abdomen, just below the navel. And the second is behind, on the lower back. Do you feel it? It's like there's a gyroscope inside. This is the center of gravity. Try guiding it with your hands and listen to how your body moves behind it. It's like he swallowed the ball, but it's your ball and you'll still play with it. * There are almost no people left in the village.

Flying backwards Protecting yourself from vultures Frozen half a meter from landing Over a pile of fallen comrades. The patriotic informer raises his hand, Looks like a pissed off garage in every way, Drives out the moon people To an evil planet. With the timid look of a local You don't know either Swedish or Greek, In the fame of the supernatural And the unknown of humanity. Quality has an average price, Candy wrapper texture Shines in eight-year-old dreams, This is nature, not culture.