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Druzi, na znak nashoï vdi͡achnosti, pami͡ati ta shany do Maksyma Kryvt͡sovaDali i spravy ĭoho z͡hytti͡a, my pryĭni͡aly rishenni͡a, shcho vsi koshty, otrymani vid realizat͡siï teperishnʹoho ta maĭbutnikh nakladiv zbirky, a takoz͡h elektronnykh prymirnykivVirshi z biĭnyt͡si, budutʹ rozpodili͡atysi͡a nastupnym chynom: polovyna pererakhovuvatymetʹsi͡a rodyni Maksyma, reshta HOReformat͡sii͡a na prosvitnyt͡sʹki knyz͡hkovi proi͡ekty dli͡a viĭsʹkovykh. Usi vytraty, povi͡azani z drukom i rozpovsi͡udz͡henni͡am vydanni͡a,Nash Format oplachuvatymevlasnymkoshtom.<br>TEMATYKA<br>Viĭna, poezii͡a.<br>PRO KNYZ͡HKUVIRShI Z BIĬNYT͡SI<br>Prochytaĭte t͡si virshi. Pobudʹte poruch. Zipritʹsi͡a na obvalenu stinu. Podykhaĭte syristi͡u ĭ porokhom. Poslukhaĭte, i͡ak spivai͡utʹ ptakhy na pochatku vesny i prat͡si͡ui͡e voroz͡ha tekhnika na dvanadt͡si͡atu hodynu. A todi pidiĭditʹ do biĭnyt͡si ĭ dyvitʹsi͡a.<br>I͡Ak kuri͡ava kovtai͡e budynky. I͡Ak rvutʹsi͡a stalevi nytky snari͡adiv. I͡Ak styrai͡utʹsi͡a vulyt͡si, nache korektorom. I͡Ak postrybunchyk sont͡si͡a padai͡e dodolu. I͡Ak vyhynai͡etʹsi͡a trava pisli͡a toho, i͡ak po niĭ proĭshla hrupa pikhotynt͡siv. I͡Ak didusʹ ti͡ahne velosyped i znykai͡e v tumani. Musymo pobachyty dereva i hory, snihy i riky, li͡ubov. I dykhaty, bo t͡se sʹohodni rozkish.<br>Pokaz͡hitʹ sobi sebe. Te, skilʹky t͡sukru vy kydai͡ete sobi v chaĭ. I͡Ak smaz͡hyte kartopli͡u. I͡Ak z͡hmurytesʹ vid sont͡si͡a. I͡Ak vysoko zakachui͡ete shkarpetky. Chy ziz͡hmakui͡ete paperovyĭ stakanchyk pered tym, i͡ak kynuty ĭoho do smitnyka. T͡Si͡a biĭnyt͡si͡a shyroka. I vona lyshe vasha. Varto tilʹky zazyrnuty.<br>Ne biĭtesi͡a.

Friends, as a sign of our gratitude, memory and respect for Maxim Krivtsovadali and the work of his life, we decided that all funds received from the implementation of the current and future editions of the collection, as well as electronic copies of the book from loophole, will be distributed as follows: half will be transferred to Maxim's family, the rest will be transferred to educational book projects for the military. All expenses related to the printing and distribution of the publication,Our format will be paid by the owner.
Subject
War, poetry.
ABOUT KNIZHKVIRSHI FROM THE LOOPHOLE
Read these poems. Stay close. Lean on the collapsed wall. Breathe in the dampness and gunpowder. Listen to the birds sing in early spring and the enemy equipment works at Twelve O'clock. Then go to the loophole and look.
Like dust swallows houses. How the steel threads of shells break. How the streets are erased like a proofreader. How the sun's bouncer falls to the ground. How the grass bends after a group of infantrymen has passed through it. Like Grandpa dragging his bike and disappearing into the fog. We must see trees and mountains, snow and rivers, love. And breathe, because it's a luxury today.
Show yourself. How much sugar you throw into your tea. How to fry potatoes. How you squint at the sun. How high you pump your socks. Or squeeze a paper cup before throwing it in the trash. This loophole is wide. And it's just yours. Just look in.
Don't be afraid.