“... Hyenas howled at night. Borodin had chills running down his spine: he believed that hyenas were something from Gehenna, from the hellish underworld. Hip...

“... Eliseev lived among the Tuaregs, like Aleko among the gypsies. He sat with them by the evening fires, ate asinko - delicious porridge, ate meat fried ov...

“... A cutting pain tore his chest apart like an ax. And suddenly, through a whistle, a hiss, a squeal: “Hold on... Wrangel lay on the edge of the ice floe. ...

“... The hospital was always crowded. Not only residents of Addis Ababa were treated by Russian doctors. From the plateaus smoothed by the winds, from the ri...

We present to your attention a prose poem dedicated to the prisoner of Longern Island, poet V.K. Fyodor Matyushkin and wrote a book about him.