She likes cutting. Mostly old clothes. Specifically buys in second-hand. It is most pleasant to cut dense fabrics. On itself. He's dying. But he would not die, tipping over into the memories of his life. Silently watching his granddaughter, a teenager, who was watching him. It drives you crazy. Father's best friend's dream. She's 13. But nothing happens... Valery Shemyakin's Collection resembles the short prose of Sherwood Anderson and Valerie O'connor-adjusted for Russian reality. The thin edges of the possible, the undertones and the dangerous truth that is about to be revealed, but will never be revealed.