Porcelain. Karakur Yu.

This book is about fragile things: about the breakdown of old age, about the timid of childhood, about the neighbors on the entrance, who suddenly disappear from the bench, about the smoky church on the top floor of the hospital, about the reserved seat car, in which the woman snored loudly all night, about the lost people Letters from Mariupol, about red currants that bleed, if it is inaccurately torn from a branch, about a world spied from under the visor of a brand new USA California baseball cap.