If the author had the audacity of Tsvetaeva, it would be possible - hiding behind her “My Pushkin” - to call this book “My Brodsky”. If a friend of your youth was so cruel that he became famous in his mature years, and you were so carefree that you managed to outlive him, your situation is not easy. Everyone who was associated with Brodsky knows that he is doomed to think and talk about him until the end of his days. And everyone knows that his memory is doomed to be incomplete and at the same time weakens every day. At some point you say to yourself: “Stop putting it off. It’s time to put on paper everything that so worried your heart and mind in connection with this person, with this voice. No one expects or demands from you a comprehensive portrait, but even without your notes the picture will remain somewhat incomplete. Let everyone talk about what he happened to hear in these poems, in this life. Then a line of book spines “Subject: Joseph Brodsky” will line up on the library shelves, a mosaic portrait will be formed that deserves. title "All Brodsky".