Контркультура

Summer July reflection on who millennials are. Sometimes it seems impossible to understand who they are. This is too different a generation, born at the junc...

“Mozart arrived in Yalta at the end of March. Spring that year was early and promised to be cold and protracted. “Who should I choose for the role of Salieri...

“So it was that night, when at twenty minutes to three the roar of the powerful Mercedes stopped and there was some strange silence. I was completely alone i...

“Trrr-rr-rr! I travel in just socks. Hop-pa! Checking documents on the bus. There is money left for two days. I do not want to work. Whisper to this one: “Bl...

“You’re a bad intellectual, mediocre, if you can’t even curse.”

“Easy, I will teach you to love the wind, and I myself will disappear like smoke. You give me money, and I will spend it, and you will give me more. And I wi...

Lyubka was disgusting to Kostya, disgusting and did not fit into his worldview. He was interested in wallpaper, incomprehensible words from the books of phil...

The evolution of perception, inexorably transforming into nothing. A meditative journey from childhood to dissolution, through the linear memories of three c...

For the first time in Russian - and in a brilliant translation by Vasily Arkanov ("Full Illumination" and "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan S...

A city that reflects the vices of its inhabitants. A brief but picturesque picture of hypocrisy and lies in one dialogue.

A confusing chronology of one fatal mistake. How often do we reproach ourselves, replay the situation in our heads, “but if I had done this and not that, eve...

A piece of sky, encrusted with clouds, will soon melt away, turning into stories.