Mother !!!
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Anastasia Mironova (b. 1984) - prose writer, publicist. Its texts always cause acute polemic.
Grown in Tyumen, lived in London, then moved to St. Petersburg, and from there to the village. Published in the magazines Banner and Neva.
Mom !!! - Her first book. This is not an autobiography, but a reliable artistic fiction about children from the forest equipment, the working outskirts of Tyumen.
Some people shout angrily: Damned nineties! Others answer them with the same fury: “Great nineties!” And between them stands a girl and is waiting for a mother who should bring food. A difficult, bitter and honest book. ”
Denis Dragunsky
“ In winter, they, burning the steam, dragged a pot and poured water from the eighth floor on the balcony - boiling water was made with dust. So around Sasha everything became hot, burning, terrible, everything turned into dust clubs. And Sasha sailed in this dust, in thousands and even millions of particles with a huge unbearable grief. There is nothing left - only it and the dust dust in the frost, settling on the forehead. This lumberjack settles on it. Eats into the skin, into the eyes, on the lips. You will never wash it off, you won’t tear it out, you won’t chop it out. ”
Grown in Tyumen, lived in London, then moved to St. Petersburg, and from there to the village. Published in the magazines Banner and Neva.
Mom !!! - Her first book. This is not an autobiography, but a reliable artistic fiction about children from the forest equipment, the working outskirts of Tyumen.
Some people shout angrily: Damned nineties! Others answer them with the same fury: “Great nineties!” And between them stands a girl and is waiting for a mother who should bring food. A difficult, bitter and honest book. ”
Denis Dragunsky
“ In winter, they, burning the steam, dragged a pot and poured water from the eighth floor on the balcony - boiling water was made with dust. So around Sasha everything became hot, burning, terrible, everything turned into dust clubs. And Sasha sailed in this dust, in thousands and even millions of particles with a huge unbearable grief. There is nothing left - only it and the dust dust in the frost, settling on the forehead. This lumberjack settles on it. Eats into the skin, into the eyes, on the lips. You will never wash it off, you won’t tear it out, you won’t chop it out. ”
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-17-133408-6
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