Natalya Arbuzova’s characters burst into the narrative quickly and unexpectedly, and also quickly, irreversibly, irreparably leave: a hellish whirlwind of losses and gains, metamorphoses of the soul - this is where the writer’s unusually reverent attitude to the rhythm of both verse and prose comes from. She mixes rhymes into the text, like raisins in dough, folds into a poetic line inside a prose one, and is not afraid to destroy the “established” literary canons - it is precisely as a result of their “violation” that a living word is born, necessary for a sensitive and subtle reader.