Контркультура

Air cubes have traveled thousands of kilometers. Inside them are the sounds of distant cities, fantasies, confessions and greetings from friends. Even a slig...

The first collection of poems by this author. The theme of this was the depiction of the nature of people as such. The most painful images and simulacra of o...

Ilya Kormiltsev: “A lot has been written about Led Zeppelin, and the author does not hope in advance to add anything new to what has already been said - the ...

We are the last ones to survive. But who killed us? And what happened to us? What is a person? We faced hell - who could withstand what we had to endure? Now...

A brief history of one journey that took place in four worlds at the same time: in the world of people, spirits, winds and eclipses. Travel is always beyond ...

A Scottish businessman is looking for the meaning of life at the bottom of the bottle - and, plunging deeper and deeper into the “golden fog” of whiskey, he ...

Do not introduce yourself by your name. Search. Reason. Destroy. Anyway, the eyes are already closed.

A surreal story, a little fantasy interspersed with hallucinogenic realism and landscape lyrics. Contains obscene language.

No words can be heard. They drown in an all-encompassing cry of despair. The glass fogged up. Perspiration, saturated with a musky smell, flows down the wind...

I am the likeness of something that should never have existed. I am an elusive sensation. I am the shadow of fear. I live next to you. The same as me.

Who was this girl? Why did her body end up in this vacant lot? What is so attractive about her to three unsuspecting children? Why is her attractive nakednes...

We often visited the mountains. I often visited hospitals. Grandfather often spoke to me, and mother often cried. I was left alone too often.