House with birds

Maria Zatonskaya is a poet with a rare gift to see and feel everything that is happening around and transmit the reader nothing more than a living word and genuine images.
"If we determine Zatonskaya through any one word, it will be" admiration ". Exactly so: always with a capital letter. " (O. Demidov)
"Tyutchevskoye" everything is in me, and I am in everything in this book continues the thesis "everything in everything". The kettle becomes part of the family, the hospital fuses with its "guests". Living and inanimate penetrate each other. And we are all connected. If you listen, you can distinguish the crying of a man who buried in the phone in the next seat of the bus. The woman silently looks out the window and shouts. But so quiet that no one hears.
What is in us? Does it hurt us? Or it is the birds circled in us: black, white, black and white again. Meltens, confused, you can’t analyze the details. I want to stop and look. I am approaching and looking intently. Here they are - Peeshko to the feather: Life, death, love. "
Maria Zatonskaya