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Yevhenia Kononenko's new book combines short stories and miniatures that are somehow related to the topic of creativity and books. These are not memoirs, but the specific experience of a writer who knows the secrets of how texts are conceived, born and take on a life of their own. How those who are close to her and those who are far away feel about it. Can a literary text really kill? And can it save? And can it save?