"A beautiful woman is poetry in practice." Emerson It doesn’t bother me at all if talented poetry is written by the young and beautiful Yana. The texts are extraordinary, sometimes provocative, sometimes frighteningly open to the point that you begin to feel awkward, as if, without an invitation, you entered a territory forbidden for a man, where the emotional background is much brighter and more contrasting, where the smallest details and shades are significant and sometimes hurt, like sharp shards of glass .Perhaps later I will scold myself, because... persuaded (or provoked) Yana to include several photographs in the book. They really can distract someone from the texts, but what changes in this case? If you think about it - nothing. Poetry does not disappear anywhere, it is here and now, waiting for its reader. Docking the mad dog (Nikolai Murashov)