From the ship's magazine. Ilichevsky A.V.

“In that photo I am alone, not counting my uncle from the other side of the lens. This is a thousand nine hundred and eighties, the war still went on hockey fields, walked in space, walked in classrooms, starting us with time-month. How much has passed since then! The sea came, the bay, my beach, my cliffs on which I grew up. Me and the sun. " In the prosaic and poetic texts collected in this book, Alexander Ilichevsky manages what physics has been striving for for so long - to combine infinitely large and infinitely small. On a photographicere, consisting of memories of children's impressions, loves and other happy minutes, first the pain of the collective past, and then an eternity, revealed in nature and biblical images. And then in the space of one individual book, the course of history suddenly reveals internal logic and rhyme, and fragments of the destroyed world are glued into a whole mosaic.

Alexander Ilichevsky - a poet, prose writer and essayist, laureate of the Russian Bucher and Big Book.