Розламані люди

Virshi iz t͡sii͡eï zbirky napysani do pochatku povnomasshtabnoho vtorhnenni͡a, ale viĭna tam prysutni͡a - movchanni͡am, strakhom, nedoproz͡hytym z͡hytti͡am. Insha, z inshymy dosvidamy pereselenni͡a i vtrat, pro i͡aki ne mohlosi͡a hovoryty, i͡aki khotilosi͡a sterty z pam"i͡ati, ale vony nikudy ne znykaly, dobuvaly zi svoïmy nosiĭkamy do samoï starosti. I vz͡he vona rozmykala ïm vusta, hnala rozpovisty sebe, nezgrabno, khaotychno, bodaĭ dli͡a kohosʹ. T͡Si teksty - namahanni͡a pochuty. Zafiksuvaty okremi slova ta istoriï li͡udeĭ, mist͡sʹ, podiĭ. Dopovneni ili͡ustrat͡sii͡amy avtorky, de realʹne perepletene z moz͡hlyvym, vony tvori͡atʹ khystku atmosferu znaĭomoho svitu-i͡akyĭ-znykai͡e razom iz litnimy z͡hinkamy, babamy, vidunkamy koz͡hnoho pokolinni͡a.

Poems from this collection were written before the start of a full — scale invasion, but war is present there-silence, fear, Unfinished Life. Another, with other experiences of relocation and loss, which could not be mentioned, which I wanted to erase from my memory, but they did not disappear anywhere, they were extracted with their carriers until old age. And already she opened their mouths, drove them to tell themselves, clumsily, chaotically, at least for someone. These texts are an attempt to hear. Capture individual words and stories of people, places, and events. Supplemented with illustrations by the author, where the real is intertwined with the possible, they create a shaky atmosphere of a familiar world-which disappears along with older women, women, witches of each generation.