By ΠΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΠ½Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΠ»Π°Π΄ΠΈΠΌΠΈΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡ
ΠΠ½Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² - 2023 - Π‘Π΅ΡΠΈΡ: ΠΠ΅Π·Π°Π²ΠΈΡΠΈΠΌΡΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΡ
ΠΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π° ΠΈΡΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π±ΠΈΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΈ, Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π½ΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ ΡΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ Ρ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΌΠΈ Π² Π»Π΅ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΊΠΈ, ΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΊΠΈ ΠΈ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ Π°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΉ. ΠΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ ΠΈ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³ ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΠΊ ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΡΡΡ ΡΠΈΠΌΠ²ΠΎΠ»Π°ΠΌΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ° ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΠΌΡΡΠΈ. ΠΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅ΠΊΡΠΈΡ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³, ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠ»ΡΠΆΠΈΡ Π·Π°ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡ Π²Π½Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΈΡΠ°, Π³Π΄Π΅ ΡΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ² ΠΠΈΠΊΠΊΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°, Π§Π΅Ρ ΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΈ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΡ Π°Π²ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ² ΡΡΠΎΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅.
Andrei Kolesnikov - 2023 - Series: Independent Text
This work explores the home library as a unique family universe, filled with personal histories and memories. The author likens books to trees in a forest, beneath whose bark lie notes, drawings, and other artifacts from past generations. The layered scents of books and the tactile feel of their covers become symbols of home and family memory. A collection of books, assembled over generations, serves as a defense against the outside world, with rows of volumes by Dickens, Chekhov, and other authors standing guard.