Neighbours. Denisevich K.

“If you think about it, my ceiling is someone's floor, and my floor is someone's ceiling. If you could stretch out a hand through this wall, I probably would have touched someone. ” So thinks, analyzing things in a new apartment, the heroine of this book. She thinks about the endless variety of life, which flows very close to us day and night and which we often guess only by the knock of steps and the hum of voices. Who are they, our neighbors? What are they doing now? Are they similar to us? We can become friends or will we remain in parallel realities separated by thin walls?

Illustrations are made in mascara, dynamic black and white illustrations erase the line between reality and fiction. That is why the city itself - we can only guess in the towers, houses and alleys of Moscow - appears mysterious. The night passes, and an incredible dawn arises, and with a new day the main character appears a new friend.