if there was once a person who could (is there even such a word?) influence our future, then this person could suddenly appear now, on the far shore of this windy sea. crumbling stones, unwilling to resist the elements, sink slowly inside, while the water quickly spits out dark green algae onto the shore; I’m standing here and don’t understand what to do next. I see how the darkened, fragile rock descends with a roar into the water.

The story was first published in the eighth issue of the counter-literary magazine "Yamma" Nikanor Ivanovich did not return home. He wanted to, but suddenly someone called him, so he felt somehow ashamed to just take it and not answer. I had to reach for my phone. He listened gloomily for a long time, and then stopped. He just asked someone at the other end of the wire (this is figurative, because there was no wire, since the connection had already reached some development): - That's for sure?

To the First Secretary of the Vologda Regional Committee of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation and Deputy of the Legislative Assembly of the Vologda Region, A.N. An open letter to Morozov: Alexander Nikolaevich! Having carefully listened to and considered the thoughts you expressed on a number of well-known issues, I think that there is undoubtedly a rational grain in your position.