My Fog. Poems

The new book of Elena Litvinseva is atmospheric, in the sense that the state of the writing depends on what is around. This is "your fog", native, homegrown and natural. It depends on it, for example, from the replacement in the train window. After all, no wonder the first poem is so called. Just when you suddenly see, it becomes interesting to live.
Of course, it includes the adoration of the homeland, bonfires, "herbs to the ears" ... And all this for the soul, because "I went out at five in the morning in the fog", and the one who Paris over the bench was - "At your fog, had the right" ... and there is no longer nature and ideology, but, repeat, condition. Well, and amazing equality with all in other moments of the lift or descent on this vector