Yes, that’s right, like that – with a capital letter and nothing else.

And this is not an artistic technique, but the essence of the author’s values – the system of coordinates of her Universe, in which the main word «Love» turns out to be so impossibly huge and holy that it becomes unpronounceable!

However, it is Love that permeates everything and all around: a randomly met person without anatomical signs, and the Girl looking for her mother in the Ocean, and the Boy, her «little prince», asking for a lantern not for himself, but for the Girl, because on this Island every wish can be fulfilled by the Wish Tree, and even the barefoot Old Man, who has nothing left but black birds and other people’s memories, the fact that touches me to the core…

This fragile, not too sociable girl-woman with Tsvetaeva’s haircut, who frankly informs that all those, who has sunk into her soul, lie without moving a muscle, and they are YOU yourself (!), manages to achieve by an apparently simple but obviously magical narration a hail of my tears!

It is incomprehensible, but Alexandra Kryuchkova, who has already grown in her literary work to the level of philosophical Thought, penetrating into the depths of the Universe and leading us, readers, step by step along the Stairway to the Sky with each of her books, remains in her soul a naive child, still discovering Love and Peace, Good and Evil, and surprising us with the purity and sincerity of the pronounced, «I WANT!»

And ME TOO!

I want to visit this Island, too!

The Island with no electricity, Internet, air conditioning, where «our consciousness does not care if something happens only in thoughts or in reality, because the reaction of the body is always the same.»

The Island, where the water from the Lake of Lovers is not usual, not mineral, but dead and not sparkling, because there is simply no other water there, however, you cannot drown in such water, because you can breathe in it!

The Island, where a Philippine fisherman with Athos rosary hacks and glitches my time as if it could have any meaning on the Island of Magicians, because it is always the Full Moon on the clock, and this Time is the best (!), although only for catching Fish with a long nose and shamanic treats, such as blood with milk (!), the potion with a limited shelf life; the main thing is not to fall for the bait of black magicians, who put the spirit of a dead person into a bewitched one…

To sail away!

To sail away from the world where it’s possible to destroy an ancient Gothic church for the sake of a coal mining, to suicide due to unpaid bank interest on a business loan, and it is not considered shameful to steal ideas – if it were someone else’s bag, then – yes… otherwise…

To sail away to the Island, where one’s dreams are memories, from which I would finally find out why «we were subconsciously so afraid of losing each other even before meeting in a new quality, that we put off all conversations for later…»

To the Island, where you’ll hardly be able to answer immediately the question of the Stargazer, «Do you really believe that you ended up here by accident?» But you’ll have an opportunity to think about the meaning of your life, although only until the high tide, creeping as quiet (!) water, like a loving monster, because «The Ocean comes here silently».

To the Island, from which it is so difficult to disappear, because «everybody has their own ferry», but it has the right never to come for you, because it does not have any schedule, or rather, it depends solely on you.