If to mix up all tints of visible part of colour spectrum, then the white will turn out. Color of snow. Color of scope of polaroid. Color of flag that is thrown out, if surrender, because anymore there are not forces to maintain pain or love, there are not forces to hope. A senior pupil Женя binds the most precious moments of the life to the white color - when her mothers were together, and in their general house treason| did not yet come when on the snow-white folias of paper she wrote new and new letters to the musician Лене, feelings to that took all her creature. Human closeness, human happiness - is there something more fragile? Even the first snow, seems, lies on earth longer.The book of Ксении Буржской has magic property - after her reading begin sharper to feel a skin the cool streams of happiness and that, how they are a day after a day irretrievably melt in daily fuss. Yes, nothing can be returned or to retain, but it is possible in time to push the button "Internal polaroid".It is a novel about love, where all love all: girl - boy, woman - woman, daughter - the mothers. (Татьяна Thick)Tender nostalgic novel about love in all her displays (Dinah Ключарева, Wonderzine)"Ксении Буржской has a sharp-cut and impertinent feather. She owns him, as a high quality fencer - by foil. Her words-pricks are always exact, instantaneous and in same point. A reader she does not spare, as, however, and the heroes. Roman "My White" is a secret wound, that will never pass actually, will not begin to live. Certainly, problems Буржская writes about that require a maximum care and delicacy. And it succeeds her - to be simultaneously the delicate and impertinent, fearless and bashful, scotching ironical observation and here given up to rescue the tenderness and affectionate caring". (Sergey Nikolaevich, editor-in-chief of magazine, is "Snob")