Воздух руками ловлю

a utrom solnt͡sa luchik pylʹnyĭuvidit malʹchik i vberets velikoĭ chutkostʹi͡u bessilʹnoĭvse, chto otnyne ne umretĖtimi strochkami zakanchivaetsi͡a novai͡a kniga stikhov Vladimira Gandelʹsmana. V neĭ sobrany stikhi raznykh let - kak uzhe izvestnye i li͡ubimye, tak i napisannye sovsem nedavno. Poėzii͡a Gandelʹsmana obladaet magicheskim priti͡agatelʹnym svoĭstvom: ot nee nevozmozhno otorvatʹsi͡a. Po slovam Poliny Barskovoĭ, ego poėtika "…prichini͡aet udovolʹstvie… Kogda ty vykhodishʹ iz domu v utrenni͡ui͡u eshchë nochʹ, ledi͡anui͡u i nenadëzhnui͡u, knizhit͡su Gandelʹsmana sleduet polozhitʹ v karman".

And in the morning, the boy sees a ray of dusty sunshine and feels with great sensitivity powerless to understand that from now on he will not die. These lines end the new book of poems by Vladimir Gandelsman. It contains poems from different years, both well—known and beloved, as well as those written more recently. Gandelsman's poetry has a magical attraction: it is impossible to break away from it. According to Polina Barskova, his poetics "... are enjoyable."… When you leave the house on a still-icy and unreliable morning night, you should put the Gandelsman book in your pocket."