Normandskaia tetrad' - Dolina Veronika Arkad'evna

Veronica Dolina's new book of poems is a chronicle from summer to winter. The poet, living in France, considers herself and the world, Moscow and Normandy, the sea and coast, authentic and fantastic - intently and biased. Meanwhile, the guitar lies on the sidelines...
" I wrote these poems without relying on music, almost for the first time in my life.
Summer began, and in winter has not quite finished I have these chronicles, daily miniature adventures of mine in Normandy, where I spend a year summer, and not only summer. Moscow looks after me wherever I am - dry, careless, like an old school headteacher, looking and looking. Whatever I do, she's right here. I'm going to turn the corner, and Moscow is there. I'll make soup - and she laughs: you, what cooked, cooked ... And laughing at me, no matter how I shrug off.
In Normandy, everything is very simple - and the kitchen, and mores, and the schedule of life. I go there, go, buy at the market, cook, rinse the children and...