There is no Moscow

In the collection of short prose by Alla Gorbunova, there is indeed no Moscow. There is an alien kitten, a philosophy teacher, a migrant worker, an unknown glowing substance, employees of a mobile phone store, leshys and kikimoras. And the idea that unites all the works in the collection is the idea of moving away from the comprehensible world to new thoughts and states, to friendship with the unlike and the foreign. It will be strange, sad, and joyful.