We know Diana Arbenina, a poet. We know Arbenina, a musician. For drive, we run to the electric concerts of “Night Snipers”; we fill the halls where it’s just her, a guitar and a microphone on stage. A real solo. Piercing and uncompromising as a sniper. It's time to get to know Arbenina, a prose writer. This is a new and also solo project. It's time to be alone with the artist, unfettered by rhyme or notes. Diana Arbenina remains a “sniper” and here – not a single shot in the milk. Her prose is biting, tough, without equivocations or sanctimonious synonyms. This is the alter ego of poems and songs, their other side. A canvas of different genres and even literary styles: stories from different years crowned with the capital “Tilde”, “pioneer” columns naked beyond measure, journalistic and radio experiments. “Tilda” are fragments of the past, reflecting the highest degree of mastery and juggling with words. But “Tilda” is also a foretaste of the future, which, like the author, moves forward uncontrollably. The book contains obscene language.