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Collection of the latest prose `Time to give birth` continues the exclusive display of literary fashion undertaken in the previous anthology `Russian Flowers of Evil`. This time, the works of the best, according to the compiler, young writers of the beginning of the 21st century were selected. In the preface, Victor Erofeev writes: `The age of women opens in Russian literature. There are many balloons and smiles in the sky. The landing party is down. A large number of women are flying. Everything was - it was not. Suddenly everything `female` became interesting. Women from trifles created God's details. Will the new text be able to give birth, the autopsy will show. Russians have always amazed the world with their literary passions. Now, it seems, some passions are not enough. Hamlet's words, glorifying the union of `blood and mind`, are best suited to young Russian prose. This is what makes it free, witty, and sane. It heralds a radical shift in the Russian mentality towards self-preservation. A group portrait of a generation in flight against the backdrop of longing for a settled way of life`. A collection of short stories by young and talented, according to the compiler, authors. I would not recommend it to pregnant women in any case: a lot of stiffness, soreness, dirt. The monotony of the subject, aptly described below, is, to put it mildly, tiring. Criticism: “What would an ordinary compiler do? How do they usually act (this is not about the accepted rules of decency, but about possible logic; questions of quality, etc., we leave aside)? with the help of a set of authors, a discourse that would gravitate towards the most familiar spectrum of sensations. Accordingly, the writers would single out writing from a very specific zone of the spectrum: approximately the one that is kind to the compiler. their being in approximately the same zone of the spectrum of sensations: approximately in the area of reflections and receptions of the genitourinary or even there, I don’t know ... the genital-anal sphere ... ... That is, maybe they can still be somehow different, much more diverse in nature , but in this case, the compiler is only interested in their projection on it.In which, speaking of the hypothetical intentions of the compiler, there is something undoubtedly scientific research. imagine a mystical landscape: in a certain literary and spiritual space, a wedge of writing creatures that made up this creation is rushing somewhere, and at the head of the wedge, of course, is the writer's essence of Vik. Erofeeva: invitingly cries "Time to give birth!". Andrey Levkin, "RJ Reading Circle"