If there is no love in the heart, the person is dead. Only pretending to be alive. That’s the starting point for all the work of Victoria Tokareva, the finest and most delicate explorer of this wonderful feeling. Love in the writer’s works is not always tender—there is room for pain and for misunderstanding. But in everyday, routine hustle and bustle, love is a ray of light, and happiness—even if it’s short-lived—is the only thing worth living for…
Contents
Instead of Me
Anton, Put On Your Boots!
UPK
Centering
Between Heaven and Earth
Don’t Create
Go on and Vanish
Just a Free Evening
Sixty Rubles—Not Money
Swimming Instructor
About What Didn’t Happen
The Next Holidays
When It Became a Little Warmer
Engineer
You Can’t Achieve Anything at Once
The Himalayan Bear
Passport
A Day Without Lying
Good Acoustics
Pharaoh
Bore
On Vacation