Zamirovskaya is a miracle that happened to all of us, readers of the latest Russian literature and its publishers. Moreover, it happened quite a long time ago, one could, in theory, get used to it, but I still, every time I encounter a new text by Zamirovskaya, sit with bated breath - so that it does not disappear, does not dissipate. But now it certainly won’t go away. Anyone who has the experience of gradually recovering from a serious illness is familiar with the state that comes immediately after a crisis, when the illness is here, it’s still here, it doesn’t allow you to lift a finger, but it still doesn’t matter anymore , does not count, because it is clear how everything will be, the vector of future changes is so clear that they have already, one might say, arrived, and time is only needed to realize this. All of the above fully applies to the state of the reader of Tatyana Zamirovskaya’s texts. At least, every time I read it I feel that my affairs were just very bad, but the crisis has already passed. And I know for sure that I am recovering. Max Fry