Paris and Baikal. St. Petersburg and New York. The White Sea and the steppes of Mongolia. Attend a concert of a young organist and experience the horror of death together with Arat’s daughter. Go through, one by one, the lovers from the “Don Juan list” of an old woman freezing in an abandoned winter hut. Dancing tango on the Pont des Arts in Paris next to the famous writer, a former elite whore. Dine with the peasant Christ and the peasant apostles in the village of Emmaus. Stealing food and cosmetics with a pregnant immigrant girl in an American supermarket. Lying, undressed and robbed, in the snow under the gaze of Stalin and Beria, emerging from a black car, under the bloody Kremlin stars. The geography of Elena Kryukova’s images and plots in “Worship of the Moon” is mesmerizing. The main magic of the book is not the picturesque variety of spaces. The author manages not only to clearly express himself, but also to illuminate the hero’s world from the inside. Few artists can do this. Almost holographic volume and precise verbal painting are steps to the main meaning of the book, to its secret music: love each other, you will always have time to hate.