All these butterflies brought me together."
History does not repeat itself - it rhymes. Alexander Prokhanov catches these rhymes where we are used to seeing opportunity: a new war finds a partner in the depth of centuries, an empire in the making recognizes itself in the past, and between you and a dead Chinese you suddenly discover more in common than you think.
Behind this fleeting lightness and jokes are the Russian heaven and the Russian hell, black holes between eras and the molecule of immortality. We break everything down into components and build parallels seriously, without condescending to the interlocutor or ourselves.
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