Not yet August. Zhukova A.G.

The stories and novels of Alena Zhukova capture the coincidence of life, its coincidences and strange rhymes. A cotton angel (really sloppy), covered with a prominent place on the Christmas tree, became a milestone in the family. But then, after storms and falls, Shurochka returns to life, recalling him. Lida, talking about the deceased with a grin, dies at the same moment, and the “Kutia” surprising her dish is already preparing in memory of her. The girl on the beach, regarding clouds over the sea, composes poetry. And, becoming an adult, he suddenly reads them in the first lines of a talented poet.

Where is this custody of? Why fateful repetitions? Maybe these are God's signals? His reminder to all of us about the fact that everything has a reason and everything has a consequence?