We know Diana Арбенину - poet. We know Арбенину - musician. After a drive we hurry on the electric concerts of "Night Snipers"| we fill halls, where on the stage only she, guitar and microphone. Real solo. Piercing and по-снайперски hard-edged. It is time to know Арбенину - prose writer. It new, and too solo project. It is time to remain in private with the artist, constrained by neither a rhyme nor notes.Diana Арбенина remains a "sniper" and here - not a single shot in milk. Her prose хлесткая, hard, without экивоков and sanctimonious synonyms. It is an alter ego of verses and songs, them other side. Linen of different genres and even literary styles: the stories of different years, bare beyond measure (whether?) "pioneer" columns a publicism and радийные experiments, crowned by title "Tilde". "Tilde" is fragments of the past, reflecting the high degree of possession and juggling a word. But "Tilde" is this yet and anticipation of the future that, as well as author, advanced irrepressible.A book contains an unprintable bad language.