Getting into a Bind: Selected Pages from a Home Library
12 hrs. 3 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Andrey Kolesnikov
Author
Andrey Kolesnikov
Narrator
Yury Gurzhiy
Narrator
Yury Gurzhiy
Description
The REAL MATERIAL (INFORMATION) was produced by the foreign agent Andrey Vladimirovich Kolesnikov, or the material (information) concerns the activities of this foreign agent.
Andrey Kolesnikov is a journalist and political analyst, author of several books, including the memoir volume “The House on Old Square.”
Winner of a number of professional awards, including the Yegor Gaidar Prize (2021) “for an outstanding contribution in the field of history.”
According to Borges, a library is the Universe. And a home library is the universe of one family. It surrounds like a forest. Inside this forest, under the bark of book-trees, life goes on; secrets are hidden—notes, drawings, trolleybus tickets, receipts for garments that have long since disappeared.
Books with scribbles from several generations, volumes used to write school essays and the great-grandmother’s and great-great-grandson’s books alike. The smells of books are layered—sweetish—and tactile sensations from the covers are the recognition of home; it’s the memory of the family. The spines of collected works provide protection from a hostile world.
Dark green volumes of Dickens and Chekhov stand in rows, green—Gogol and Turgenev, dark red—Dreiser and Feuchtwanger, dark blue—Jules Verne and orange—Main Reed—and they hold the defense. Life continues…
Andrey Kolesnikov is a journalist and political analyst, author of several books, including the memoir volume “The House on Old Square.”
Winner of a number of professional awards, including the Yegor Gaidar Prize (2021) “for an outstanding contribution in the field of history.”
According to Borges, a library is the Universe. And a home library is the universe of one family. It surrounds like a forest. Inside this forest, under the bark of book-trees, life goes on; secrets are hidden—notes, drawings, trolleybus tickets, receipts for garments that have long since disappeared.
Books with scribbles from several generations, volumes used to write school essays and the great-grandmother’s and great-great-grandson’s books alike. The smells of books are layered—sweetish—and tactile sensations from the covers are the recognition of home; it’s the memory of the family. The spines of collected works provide protection from a hostile world.
Dark green volumes of Dickens and Chekhov stand in rows, green—Gogol and Turgenev, dark red—Dreiser and Feuchtwanger, dark blue—Jules Verne and orange—Main Reed—and they hold the defense. Life continues…
