New picture. Review of the story "Kosnica. Elegy" by Amir Sabirov. A bunch of thick, hot and rich text falls on the reader in one fell swoop, without preliminary caresses. Here, eat the poetic soul of the lyrical hero, dear reader. Be careful not to choke on a bone. bone. Kusnica is the call sign of the main character of the first prose of the poet Amir Sabirov, and the author does not tell us the real name of this soldier, and it seems that the character himself no longer remembers, does not know what his name is, he is only a dirty skeleton of a man, a ruin where the soul shines. The expressionism of the style is stunning, fascinating, magical. Sabirov composes a new image of his own, he had "chicken hearts beating for seconds", "clouds of unkempt dogs ran", "the dugout resembled a greenhouse", and a warrior leaned out of it "to feel the moisture and the small drops on his bald head", and although the text sometimes chokes on itself of rare earth and then they fly to each other in a car, and then fly in a train. Cultural allusions knock the stool out from under the author, and he turns over, raises his legs absurdly, but nevertheless, this is a wonderful language, the non-banal floweriness of which is very reminiscent of the language and images of the early Soviet classic Vladimir Zazubrin, and his story "shard" about the work of the cowherd. Read Full Ozone W.B. Read the city.

New picture. Review of the story "Kosnica. Elegy" by Amir Sabirov. A bunch of thick, hot and rich text falls on the reader in one fell swoop, without preliminary caresses. Here, eat the poetic soul of the lyrical hero, dear reader. Be careful not to choke on a bone. bone. Kusnica is the call sign of the main character of the first prose of the poet Amir Sabirov, and the author does not tell us the real name of this soldier, and it seems that the character himself no longer remembers, does not know what his name is, he is only a dirty skeleton of a man, a ruin where the soul shines. The expressionism of the style is stunning, fascinating, magical. Sabirov composes a new image of his own, he had "chicken hearts beating for seconds", "clouds of unkempt dogs ran", "the dugout resembled a greenhouse", and a warrior leaned out of it "to feel the moisture and the small drops on his bald head", and although the text sometimes chokes on itself of rare earth and then they fly to each other in a car, and then fly in a train. Cultural allusions knock the stool out from under the author, and he turns over, raises his legs absurdly, but nevertheless, this is a wonderful language, the non-banal floweriness of which is very reminiscent of the language and images of the early Soviet classic Vladimir Zazubrin, and his story "shard" about the work of the cowherd. Read Full Ozone W.B. Read the city.