Времени нет — есть букет колокольчиков

Li͡udmila Petrushevskai͡a - chelovek, kotoryĭ umeet rabotatʹ s khaosom. On znakom eĭ s golodnogo voennogo detstva. Segodni͡a ta devochka, kotorai͡a pela po dvoram Kuĭbysheva radi khleba, - znamenityĭ pisatelʹ, o neĭ govori͡at: 'velikai͡a'. Tak i estʹ. Velikai͡a Petrushevskai͡a - vsegda golos vremeni. I v svoikh pʹesakh ('Uroki muzyki', 'Tri devushki v golubom', 'Moskovskiĭ khor', 'Chinzano'), i v proze ('Svoĭ krug', 'Vremi͡a nochʹ'), i v st͡senarii͡akh (konechno zhe, 'Skazka skazok'), i v stikhakh, i v pesni͡akh, i v kartinakh… No segodni͡a Petrushevskai͡a govorit: 'Vremeni net'. Tak ona nazvala svoi͡u knigu, kotorui͡u davno khotela sobratʹ iz tekstov internet-dnevnika, nachatogo ei͡u eshche v 2016-m. Ėto khronika togo, kak my zhivem poslednie gody, provodnik sredi khaosa, absurda i strashnykh peremen. Zdesʹ vse nazvano svoimi imenami, vse chestno, smeshno, pronzitelʹno i bez strakha. Da, kak budto by net bolʹshe vremeni. Net spravedlivosti, pokoi͡a… mnogo chego net. No, govorit Petrushevskai͡a, estʹ buket kolokolʹchikov. I nashi deti, i svoboda, konechno.

Lyudmila Petrushevskaya is a person who knows how to work with chaos. She's known him since her hungry military childhood. Today, the girl who sang in the courtyards of Kuibyshev for bread is a famous writer, they say about her: 'great.' All right. Velikaya Petrushevskaya is always the voice of time. And in his plays ("Music Lessons", "Three Girls in Blue", "Moscow Choir", "Cinzano"), and in prose ("His circle", "Time is Night"), and in scripts (of course, "A Tale of fairy tales"), and in poetry, and in songs, and in paintings… But today Petrushevskaya says: "There is no time." That's the name of her book, which she has long wanted to collect from the texts of an online diary she started back in 2016. This is a chronicle of how we have been living in recent years, a guide among chaos, absurdity and terrible changes. Everything here is named after its proper name, everything is honest, funny, poignant and without fear. Yes, it's like there's no more time. There is no justice, no peace... a lot of things are missing. But, says Petrushevskaya, there is a bouquet of bluebells. And our children, and freedom, of course.