“... Hyenas howled at night. Borodin had chills running down his spine: he believed that hyenas were something from Gehenna, from the hellish underworld. Hip...

“... Eliseev lived among the Tuaregs, like Aleko among the gypsies. He sat with them by the evening fires, ate asinko - delicious porridge, ate meat fried ov...

“... A cutting pain tore his chest apart like an ax. And suddenly, through a whistle, a hiss, a squeal: “Hold on... Wrangel lay on the edge of the ice floe. ...

“... The hospital was always crowded. Not only residents of Addis Ababa were treated by Russian doctors. From the plateaus smoothed by the winds, from the ri...

The third book of the anthology includes mainly poems by emigrant poets of the so-called “unnoticed generation”. B. Poplavsky is rightfully considered its mo...

Edgar Allan Poe is a famous American poet, prose writer, critic, and journalist. A man of dazzling talent and sad fate. Haters and admirers, imitators and fo...

“Bestseller” is a harmonious fusion of an excellently developed plot and extraordinary stylistic skill. At the center of the novel is the figure of the famou...

“... The last parade of naval commander Senyavin was in the Baltic. <...>

There was a storm at sea. The rain did not stop. It was as dark as night. An...

“... The Swedes walked in a wake column, one after another. They did not know the doctrine of the weak link in the chain, but they chose the weak link for th...

“... While Rumyantsev and Kruzenshtern were looking at the map, Shishmarev talked about sailing and maneuvering in the ice and ended with the fact that, no m...

We present to your attention a prose poem dedicated to the prisoner of Longern Island, poet V.K. Fyodor Matyushkin and wrote a book about him.

The story of a former prisoner and a secret investigation, “Blue Tulips,” was published in 1990, the issue of the magazine “Friendship of Peoples” quickly so...