Yes but...

Taras Prokhasko, who has been promising us to write a novel for a long time, has not written it again. But he wrote - in his unmistakable style - a series of sketches or, perhaps, essays. What about? About the same thing: about the future a long time ago, and about everything that already is, but not knowing how long it will be. In particular, such simple things as balconies and curtains, light and stones, swings and toilets, walking through the city and shooting a film in the Carpathians, the formula of happiness and the influence factor, Babinton and Selbsferstendlich, etc. And also about the fact that you need to sleep carefully, eat breakfast - in your way, and look - by shifting the visor.

Yes, but that's not the main thing here. Because the main thing here is the type of story in which reflections become elements of the plot and appear not as written after the fact but as spoken at the moment of birth. And therefore, these are not sketches or essays but stories in the strictest sense of the word.

Oleksandr Boichenko