Sergei Voropanov interrupted his “Mischievous Series” (“Mischievous ditties”, “...and mischievous fables” and similar in spirit “Private Chronicles of the Coronavirus Era”) and debuts with serious, sad poems. One might even say, a poetic study of the problems of loneliness. Indeed, what could be sadder and more serious than loneliness? Female... Male... Approaching the problem from a gender perspective, the author, without further ado, distinguishes two parts in the book: “She” and “He”. The author introduces a new genre into literary circulation—nanoture. A nanooture is prose a little larger than an aphorism, but smaller than a miniature. Let's finish with an example of S. Voropanov's nanoture. "Are you dying of loneliness? Don't worry. Just live. If anyone needs you, they will call you." Here you see?! Now just pick up the phone and answer... Contains obscene language.