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Lyubov Holota's prose is as unique and attractive as the Ukrainian Steppe. It contains everything: from the whisper of grass to the cry of the heart of the Primordial Woman Guardian, who tries to weave a continuous, intergenerational memory out of episodic memory; from folk singing to Debussy's Moonlight.

And there are a lot of sunny people in her works. Or people who are drawn to the light. And whoever reaches for the light becomes it. Therefore, Golota's prose is a search for harmony, which is impossible without hope for light. The light of Love.