I want to say so much I whine to myself at the moon. And in my soul I don’t jerk off again, And all my thoughts are about war... * * * Tell me uncle, it’s not for nothing All the assholes are burning with heat. And Amber Heard, Yo!%#us in your mouth, Everything goes further... * * * Everywhere you look, happy faces, How I want to drink in this happiness. All that euphoria that dances in the air, I drank to the bottom, now it’s terribly sticky.

I read “Summer in a Pioneer Tie” out of fear that if I don’t do it now, then later the book by Katerina Silvanova and Elena Malisova might be banned and then I won’t be able to find it. I took up Andre Aciman's novel Call Me by Your Name for the same reason - I was alarmed by the news about the planned burning of books. This essay is the result of an attempt to read for future use and the random sequence that inevitably led to comparison.

Ilya Budraitskis about the Soviet past and the active search for alternatives Photo: Ksenia Babushkina Memory, nostalgia and retromania in modern Russia [1] The ubiquitous presence of the Soviet past in the post-Soviet present is difficult to overestimate. It hits us everywhere: in the grand style of state propaganda, the explanatory schemes of political analytics, the rhetoric of social protests, popular culture or auteur cinema.

Giovanni Villani. Depiction of Frederick as the seventh head of the apocalyptic dragon A historian from 2122 (will there still be historians in 2122?) will talk about the events of a hundred years ago.