“The house of death is eternal and human life is merciless. And they will never distinguish their riddles from their solutions. And neither their belly, nor ...

“-Yeah, brute! What if we cut your head off now?! Can we cut down a living thing with this saw? Will it be good for you? Well, admit it, you bastard! Bad or ...

“It was night, the night of a foreign country, when the country itself was not visible, only phosphorescent signs floating like shapeless fireflies from the ...

“Not knowing who he was, he usually avoided, he thought that salvation was in objects, and sometimes, when no one was looking, he stopped, materializing, whi...

“...and began to glue another one, something about a kayak, but all together, placed one next to the other, it turned out quite ridiculous, if not wild, diff...

“When nothing could be done anymore and this meant that all hopes were now meaningless, when nothing could be done anymore, he thought that perhaps only now ...

“The car was rocking. The train's long glowing garland passed through the tunnel. If the earth were transparent, then one could see the luminous metropolitan...

“Just yesterday – the white Cathedral of San Michele, a red podium, and two bronze pelicans, and a bronze snake entwining a candlestick; the crucifix was nea...

“You know, in some ways I’m similar to you. Just like you, I hold my arms and legs when I sit. I breathe just like you. Just like you, I grin when they give ...

Andrey Bychkov is a bright and extraordinary prose writer, the author of nine books of prose, six of which were published in Russia and three in the West. Fi...

“Trrr-rr-rr! I travel in just socks. Hop-pa! Checking documents on the bus. There is money left for two days. I do not want to work. Whisper to this one: “Bl...

“You’re a bad intellectual, mediocre, if you can’t even curse.”