Easter for Christmas. Butuzova O.

To your attention is offered a novel by Oksana Butuzova. “Blue blood flows inside, without blood vessels and capillaries - one continuous iridescent blue. And in the middle of it, a small triangle looms. Sixteen, eighteen and twenty -four millimeters - these are its sides. It begins to approach and grow, millimeters turn into centimeters, then into meters and kilometers... And now we distinguish the island in the ocean, convex and naked, devoid of vegetation, animals and people. Nevertheless, he is inhabited. It houses a city. Easter city. His buildings are the idols of Moai, lined up by rows of streets along the coast. The souls of people live in these stone houses. They are not similar to anything in the world, these half-people-pacifiers, half-dead, deceiving, half-boom-half-beams, half-bearing-podsenika. In them, only half, even the torso is devoid of the lower part. They are placed like chess in a game that has long passed the stage of the debut. Some figures have already been eaten by time, beaten and lie on the side outside the board. Others froze facing the enemy - the vast gray ocean, rolling the waves on the dark cells of the Earth. Birds fly the idols into the nostrils to twist the nests there. But the Moires do not react - they expect the next move. "