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Balaganum
2023
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Queen
2023
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Character #2
2023
A Scary Tale
It was in the summer or maybe in the winter, you couldn’t say for sure because nothing was what it seemed. The sky was blue, and the clouds were white, but if you looked closely, everything was black: the earth was mixed with flesh, and the water with blood, but the grass was green and sunflowers were blooming.
The easy way turned out to be difficult, and the impossible was the shortest.
But sometimes it was quite the opposite. Sometimes everything was as it was.
Tired, he looked for peace, but stones kept falling from the mountain. There was a song everywhere, but it was a loud moan. The brave were afraid of thunder, and the carefree were worried. Friends forgot each other, and strangers fed strangers, and sometimes, on the contrary, everyone was together, everyone was a brother and sister, everyone saved everyone. They defeated the enemy in groups, and sometimes they were sad. Heroes died, but sometimes came back and were human.
Still, black was black and white was white, but not always.
Faith was replaced by disappointment, and disappointment by hope.
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And the waves rose and fell.
Trust was warm, but it turned into distrust and vice versa. Everything easy has become difficult, and beautiful has become difficult.
Youth has grown old.
There was so much death that one could only dance.
But children were born and there was love.
Unfortunately, love was forgotten and loneliness set in, and then the birds sang again.
Sometimes clarity came, and the truth, like the wind, raised its wings.
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And then it wasn’t true.
The memory was deep, but it disappeared immediately.
And roads, roads, roads…
The funny turned out to be fair, and the terrible turned out to be worthless.
Everything was changing quickly, but there was no end to anything.
One day someone couldn’t stand it and lost his mind.
And there were also Gods, beautiful and all-powerful, they had gold and fire. But the gods got lost in trifles. Sometimes they cared, sometimes they played like children. The gods gave hope and then forgot. Or maybe they weren’t gods at all, but that’s another story.
Most of the works collected here are dedicated to the last winter in Kyiv, which for me does not end in any way. At some point, I felt that the difficulties connected with the war were gradually changing me, deforming me. Proximity to war, if you are not even involved in any way, is similar to proximity to a black hole: time, space, body, and mind change. For a moment I thought I was seeing a real hell, and it looked like a mess.
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Character #2
2023