i heard it from tetyana malyarchuk, who, who experienced all this in austria, and she says that i felthat culture, literature in general, is great a tree that can bloom and can be beautiful, but under it someone can be raped, yes, or killed, that is, this is the feeling that many people had, really, my god, how did you have what, could you read then and what, at first it seemed to me that i had lost this skill, but now that i listen to bohdana. when i look back at my own memories, i realize that i returned to reading quite quickly, because about two weeks after the start of the full-scale invasion, i picked up a very specific book, it was a volume of stories by mykola khvylovy, and i reread it to my sons sketches, and i realized that what previously seemed to me to be an exceptional metaphor, some flight of figurative thinking, is now unfolding here, in the south of the country, in the east of the country, in the kyiv region. and in fact it was a completely new depth of immersion in the text, and the wave helped me to return, and after that it was quite easy, i began to read very diffe