Advent
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Ksenia Buhmsh-author of the novels “Freedom Plant” (National Bestseller Award) and “Churov and Churbanov” (short list of prizes “Big Book” and “Yasnaya Polyana”), biography of Casimir Malevich, collection of stories “Open inside” . In each new book, she tries to show reality in a new way.
Little Stesha daily opens one window of the Advent Calendar, bringing Christmas closer. And her mother and dad, Anya and Kostya, are sorting out pictures from the past in memory, trying to understand what will happen to them in the future.
“Advent” - a novel that people unites music and make different laughter.
"There are such festive boxes with the opening windows, behind which the goodies are hidden. Advent is like such a Christmas box. The windows open - and behind them people, each with their own history, each with their own plot. These people seem to be not quite real: they have only to become alive in anticipation of Christmas. And the world around is frozen and dark, like engraving, and time is ghostly. But people laugh - in their windows - either angelic laughter, then unbridled, then desperate. And in an amazing way, this laughter somehow forms the plots, makes stories luminous, shiny Christmas tree balls. ”
Dmitry Vodennikov
“ “You are so worth it that I imagined that you are one person,” Stesha giggled . - With four hands and two heads! Wi-and, hee-hee!
The lanterns in a chain lit up on the bridge. Gray ice flashed with orange circles. The holiday began.
Little Stesha daily opens one window of the Advent Calendar, bringing Christmas closer. And her mother and dad, Anya and Kostya, are sorting out pictures from the past in memory, trying to understand what will happen to them in the future.
“Advent” - a novel that people unites music and make different laughter.
"There are such festive boxes with the opening windows, behind which the goodies are hidden. Advent is like such a Christmas box. The windows open - and behind them people, each with their own history, each with their own plot. These people seem to be not quite real: they have only to become alive in anticipation of Christmas. And the world around is frozen and dark, like engraving, and time is ghostly. But people laugh - in their windows - either angelic laughter, then unbridled, then desperate. And in an amazing way, this laughter somehow forms the plots, makes stories luminous, shiny Christmas tree balls. ”
Dmitry Vodennikov
“ “You are so worth it that I imagined that you are one person,” Stesha giggled . - With four hands and two heads! Wi-and, hee-hee!
The lanterns in a chain lit up on the bridge. Gray ice flashed with orange circles. The holiday began.
Author:
Author:Booksha K.S.
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Paper:
Paper:Offset
Series:
Series: Roman Generation
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:18+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-17-134377-4
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