https://reading-hall.ru/publication.php?id=30279
http://detira.ru/arhiv/publication.php?id=30279
https://magazines.gorky.media/ra
https://magazines.gorky.media/ra/2022/1
https://magazines.gorky.media/ra/2022/1/aleksandra-kryuchkova-skazki-prizrakov.html
Do you believe in GHOSTS?
The lyrical novellas of Alexandra Kryuchkova cant leave anyone indifferent. They tell about the most vulnerable and fragile thing in human destiny the formation and collapse of relationship between a man and a woman, about different faces of this and Other World life. Kryuchkovas stories are quite small, no more than two pages, but how many experiences fall to the lot of their characters!
The writer uses the effect of a detective ending: everything, as a rule, doesnt end the way the reader expects. And the aerobatics of the dramaturgy of these stories is when one emotion interrupts another and reverses the outcome. Such an inverted outcome sometimes evokes in the reader directly opposite, overwhelming emotions.
The second and third parts of the book are written in the spirit of Edgar Allan Poes mystical thrillers. Nowadays ghosts, of course, dont appear in old Gothic castles, but, for example, in the fashionable offices of well-known firms (the story A Letter). You see, they, the ghosts, absolutely dont care where they appear. The surroundings dont interest them at all. As in the works of past centuries, they are spiritually bound to the premises in which they died. Although, to tell the truth, I prefer stories outside the Otherworld A Piano, A Cats Name, See you Tomorrow.
Without exception, all the short stories of Alexandra Kryuchkova are written at a high artistic level of narration and dramaturgy. Kryuchkovas creative biography is full of surprises. She began writing poetry and prose at the age of 11. And not just began, because some short stories were included in the book, which is the subject in my note. This is evidenced by the dates under the works. These stories not only entered the book, they took their rightful place in it. The old works of the child prodigy Kryuchkova, included in her collection, were written by the hand of master. And they say that there will be no more Lermontovs because of the supposedly slow maturation of modern youth. However, it is not so! When you read Alexandra Kryuchkovas stories, you dont even think that they were written by a teenage girl.
Without exception, all the short stories of Alexandra Kryuchkova are written at a high artistic level of narration and dramaturgy. Kryuchkovas creative biography is full of surprises. She began writing poetry and prose at the age of 11. And not just began, because some short stories were included in the book, which is the subject in my note. This is evidenced by the dates under the works. These stories not only entered the book, they took their rightful place in it. The old works of the child prodigy Kryuchkova, included in her collection, were written by the hand of master. And they say that there will be no more Lermontovs because of the supposedly slow maturation of modern youth. However, it is not so! When you read Alexandra Kryuchkovas stories, you dont even think that they were written by a teenage girl.
I think that such an early maturation of Kryuchkova, as in the case of Lermontov, is caused by the premature death of both her parents. The tragic orphanhood could not but affect the childs psyche. For Alexandra Kryuchkova, this resulted in a genuine interest in the Other World. The drama of life entered her soul early. As in the case of Lermontov, everyone learned about the prodigy Kryuchkova in retrospect, when she had already grown up and became a famous poet.
Although the stories, presented in the book, were written by Alexandra at a young age, they have not lost their original value even today. And yet, its a pity that our country didnt care about its brilliant children in the nineties of the last century. And that Alexandra Kryuchkovas early stories were published only two decades after they were written.
Alexander Karpenko4,
poet and writer
my parents,
grandmothers, grandfather and great-grandfather,
my son Andrey and our cat Josephine
and all KIND creatures and entities!
Part I. LOVE ME NOW!
0. Bonfire
I walked for a long time somewhere far away, in an endless thick fog, until I suddenly came upon a Man.
Im sorry, I apologized, trying to move on, but realized there was someone there, too.
Follow me, the Man said.
What do you mean? I asked.
The queue
What are you queuing for?
Everyone will get his own.
And how long do we have to wait?
The Man shrugged. The queue moved a little further. I began to distinguish some voices.
Do you know what is there? I asked.