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This is not just poetry. These are poems scared by pigeons on Poshtova Embankment. Poems that were born where the music has just melted away. Transparent and weightless, they fly away under the evening lights, slowly cutting through the May air with their bodies. Elizaveta Zharikova's poems are always about a story beyond the precise and structured, always about a powerful voice through the silence. When Liza says that «…without this meaningless step through the smoke, I cannot go on», she is not mistaken. Art is a step through the smoke. Only a meaningless one in the sense of the boundaries between reality and the beyond. And you can't imagine a better journey.