Vyacheslav Pietsukh (1946), a historian by training, feels at home in the intricate labyrinths of the Russian past as if he were in his own apartment. But no...

This book is not an ordinary description of life in one particular village, but an extremely personal, interested reflection on the meaning of life in the vi...

How to live in this complex modern world, with its problems and crises that aggravate our eternal Russian disorder? How not to lose the main spiritual and mo...

Why is “our land great and abundant, but there is no order in it?” And what exactly prevents us from learning the lessons of our native history? Our writers ...

The new book of prose by Vyacheslav Pietsukh, as usual, is daring and defiant. Moreover, as the title implies, the author himself sincerely admits to himself...

Everyone enjoys communicating with a wonderful person, even if he (or she) is no longer in this world. You can talk mentally, or even write a letter... So to...

The biography of humanity - what we call History - is a vague thing, and in some places completely incomprehensible. Here people live, live and do not know t...

“Happy is the one who has overcome the boundaries of centuries, who has had the opportunity to live in neighboring centuries. Why? Yes, because it’s like rat...

“Early Sunday morning, when all of Russia from the Verzhbolovo station to the Stone itself bowed before the dark faces of the saints, which from the Greeks a...

“This incident really happened in the fall of 1916, at the very height of the Second Patriotic War, also known as the Great, Imperialist and First World War;...

The prose of Vyacheslav Pietsukh is “literary substance” of the highest quality; capacious and precise (every phrase is an aphorism!), it has long been disas...