uh, a collection of nikolai alekseevich zabolotsky called stolbtsy is a debut. by the way, the debut collection is the zabolotsky ones, which later remained completely different after their arrest after their ordeals after the repressions, and this is the publishing house writers in leningrad 1929 a pearly beautiful book in which zabolotsky well, as it were, tries to vestically, or something, somehow then dismember a single picture of the world and show, but some kind of holiday that arises. right in the midst of everyday life, if not kopirosmonashvili. he 's probably a pyrosman, that's how i will read a poem about football, not only because i once seriously played football, but because i think this poem is beautiful. see how the game there grows to the scale of some universal events. and how wonderful it all is here football nikolai zabolotsky rejoices forward on the run , now what does he care, as if the bones protect his open body, like a cloak his soul flies, the collarbone knocks loudly, and the interception his cape is dancing. in the ear, the membrane dan

rolling the sanctuary of heaven, but i decided to read hmm a wonderful little poem by nikolai alekseevich zabolotsky, a brilliant russian poet hmm, in which the cosmos is given exactly the projection of the universe on ourselves to our inner world, when the daylight fades away and in the black haze, leaning towards khatam the whole sky will play over me, like a colossal moving atom, which has been tormenting me for a year with a dream that somewhere in another corner of the universe there is the same garden and the same darkness and the same stars in imperishable beauty and maybe some the poet stands in the garden and thinks yearning, why do i disturb him at the end of his years with my foggy dream. which, by the way, brings us back to the tarkovsky discussion. emma well, we 're back in our studio for a literary podcast. let them not talk, let them read, we are talking about how they read in space and how they read about spacecraft, how do astronauts spend their leisure time on the iss? how is day and night there? uh , change each other day and night, i change you very much. we just get 16 turns. in

rolling into the sanctuary of heaven, but i decided to read hmm a wonderful little poem by nikolai alekseevich zabolotskydan precisely as a projection of the universe on ourselves to our inner world, when the daylight fades away and in the black haze leaning towards khatam the whole sky will play over me like a colossal a moving atom that year torments me dream. that somewhere in another corner of the universe there is the same garden and the same darkness and the same stars in imperishable beauty, and maybe some poet stands in the garden and thinks with anguish why i bother him with my misty dream at the end of his years. and this, by the way, brings us back to the discussion of tarkovsky emma now again about the museum vyacheslav lvovich and tell me, please, does the museum publish any books. and what exactly? here i have some samples here, yes, the museum publishes books. well, how are we do? these are projects with publishing houses. now you have taken the book. she is very important to us. this is the second edition of the event horizon, a severe man's external letter. this, of course, is about serg