© Gianluca Ceccarini Things became beautiful: it's hard to look at them. this mask does not cover the eyes, but still for some reason makes it difficult to watch. it's hard to breathe. things get scary * things get scary. and then we are forced to look at them. even if they turned away from us, they send signals. even when relatives in the room things they say leave * is it possible to choke? from being too visible?

Maybe devils? Flower with "suffocating" me Tossed Red days Bright I see stripes everywhere, but please Not two Woke up in a cave Heart filled with snakes I'll sigh I'll bury myself in the skins Long forgotten beasts We're wasting other people's time Keep your distance!

“Birds of Passage” is a series of collages by Lilia Kim. One of the goals of the project is to devirtualize the influence of the Soviet past on modern women. Despite the fact that more and more Russian-speaking activists have appeared on the media frontline of the femme movement since the mid-60s and early 70s of the 20th century, women with “Soviet firmware” have not disappeared anywhere.

We are publishing a review by Olga Bragina [1] of the collection of poems by Anna Gruver [2] “Demiurges in Fake Nikes” translated into Russian, published after her debut book in Ukrainian “Nothing was found behind your search” ( read the cycle “One of Us” included in the book).

Host: Hello. The program “Actually” is on air, and I am its host, Mikhail Likhoman. Viewers of our channel have just seen a film by our Giant of Cinema who recently left us, the film “Snow in December,” one of the most important films of the twentieth century, and after our broadcast, viewers can watch the film of another of our Giants, “Life Among the Lilliputians,” a film about how a great era, the era of the giants of our art, is passing away.

*** you were met from above three stars and they're waiting downstairs three stars *** fragile thin shell the short one babies suburban minibus *** winter I'm sitting on the subway I'm sitting straight unwell *** I'm standing I'm walking an empty flowerbed *** Please give me at least unhindered get out *** in this in everything I still have to figure it out to all this still have to get used to it *** crush hedgehog massage comb *** like this All in all tablet from the ground to the first floor

Translation and analysis of the poem “The Dance” In collaboration with Zabuskaya E.V. 3. The Dance In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles tipping their bellies (round as the thick- sided glasses whose wash they impound) their hips and their bellies off balance to turn them.

There are many versions about when the first works of Russian sentimentalism were written, which authors and in what period of their work can be called sentimentalists, what influenced them, what ideas they started from, and finally, what sentimentalism is as a literary phenomenon. So, if we try to resolve the issue of representatives of sentimentalism, then, according to N.I. Mordovchenko, “Russian sentimentalism... received its brightest embodiment in Radishchev” [ N.I. Mordovchenko.

In collaboration with Zabuskaya E.V. Anna Akhmatova wrote a poem in August 1940 responding to the first year of the war. The poem is given an epigraph from Mandelstam’s “Straw,” which was dedicated to Salome Andronikova and Mandelstam initially wanted to call his work “Contemporary.” Akhmatova refers to it, dating from 1916, as a work that captures the era of the 1910s, a cultural peak broken by the First World War.

Andrey Khanov. Sphere, 2020 The prefix D can be understood by its dimension. Like 2D, 3D and so on. Physics and philosophy of the dimension of the conceivable space of ideas about nature and thinking. But, “D” can also be understood as a detective story - an investigation of physics and philosophy as a mystery, why do people do them? In the article I consider spaces of various dimensions.

18+ There is no shame in documenting yourself. With all-consuming access to the information space, where other people's lives and events are repeatedly reproduced, you slowly turn into their derivative. We record and focus impressions/emotions with the help of sliding hyperlinks to other people's songs/petitions/texts/photos, smiling emptyly with an army of emoticons. Random words coming together in the dark. Confusedly sorted other people's speeches. Is there an interlocutor here?