What the summer of 2021 turned out to be
A real pioneer gift was given to me today by a real pioneer, Gena! Gena sent me a photograph of an old work of mine, which is in a very respectable place (which makes me happy), but I did not have a decent photograph of it (which did not make me happy). And now there is a photograph! Now…
I am sure everyone has some story of their own connected with radio. I have several. A childhood memory: A Sunday summer morning (Saturdays were working days then, in case anyone does not know), bright sunbeams flood a small room, crawl over my blanket, tickle my cheeks and nose. In childhood…
A strange story came back to me. Or rather, the story itself is not strange; what is strange is that I remembered it. What for? Once, back in the days of the struggle to create the children’s gallery, I was invited to Moscow to a very representative seminar on aesthetic education. The…
There is a wonderful group called “The Fairy-Tale Reserve,” where writers and artists play entertaining literary games: they write tales and draw pictures on a given theme. On my birthday a New Year game began, the idea being that the tale-and-picture should be created according to a recipe sent to…
In the morning I woke to the banging of windows. The wind howled, knocked, tore at the window screens and scattered light things across the terrace. Dogs were quarrelling, roosters were screaming hysterically. The wind was a surprise, promised by no weather station except the inner, bodily one.
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