Let me at least end up in heaven, Burning from the impression, And there I will tell the Lord: “My native land was better than paradise.” Poems by E.P. Molostov is captivated by his openness, sincerity and the author’s ability to carefully look at the world around him, at his own experiences, and there is an open love for Yesenin’s poetics. The book will hold the most captious gaze of a true connoisseur of poetry, for the poems that compose it are imbued with tenderness for all living things. Prose about the life of the Nizhny Novgorod village in the war and post-war years immerses us in an era not so distant, raising from the depths of memory the stories of our grandparents.