By ΠΠΎΠ΄Π»Π΅ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ Π.
ΠΠΊΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΠΎΠ΄Π»Π΅ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ , 2024
ΠΡΠ° ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π°, Π±Π°Π»Π°Π½ΡΠΈΡΡΡΡΠ°Ρ Π½Π° Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈ Π°Π²ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΈ Π»ΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π΄Π°ΠΏΠ°, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π»Π°Π³Π°Π΅Ρ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄ Π½Π° ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΠ΅ β ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΄Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³Π»Π°ΡΠ°Π΅Ρ ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ Π·Π°Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡΡ Π² Π°Π²ΡΠΎΡΡΠΊΡΡ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ, Π³Π΄Π΅ Ρ ΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠ°Π³ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ Π±Π΅Π· Π½ΠΈΡ . ΠΡΠΎΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ Π»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠΎ, Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΈΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΉ, ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Π΅Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅. ΠΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π° Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π³ΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½, Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΈ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ Π°Π½Π°Π»ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠΉ, Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ, Ρ ΡΡΠ°Π±ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π½Π·ΠΈΠ΅ΠΉ.
Ekaterina Podlesskikh, 2024
This book, balancing on the edge of autobiography and lyrical stand-up, offers a perspective on life in its entirety β beautiful and terrible, ordinary and incredible. It invites the reader to peek into the author's mind, where fragments of life are stored, both with and without pills. The work is written with lightness, self-irony, warmth, and a love for life characteristic of a true woman. The book touches upon themes of understanding men, children, and even unexpected analogies, such as with stabilized hydrangeas.