Igor Petrov is a poet, writer. In his youth, he wrote autobiographies blooming like cherries in Uncle Vanya’s garden. Over the years, however, it turns out that these were chrysanthemums. Then you get mad. Then minimalism. Order doesn't matter. The biography read during the journey on the grave of the county saint "Born, lived and suffered torture, do not forget it, bitches" seems to be replete with unjustified lengths. In the end, it all comes down to two dates. I was born in Yoshkar-Ola, served
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Igor Petrov is a poet, writer. In his youth, he wrote autobiographies blooming like cherries in Uncle Vanya’s garden. Over the years, however, it turns out that these were chrysanthemums. Then you get mad. Then minimalism. Order doesn't matter. The biography read during the journey on the grave of the county saint "Born, lived and suffered torture, do not forget it, bitches" seems to be replete with unjustified lengths. In the end, it all comes down to two dates. I was born in Yoshkar-Ola, served in the army, graduated from phystech, left the university, worked in Moscow, went to Germany, now I live in Munich.
Bibliography: a book of poems "In the Kingdom of Melting Ice" (Yoshkar-Ola, 1995), a selection of poems "On beautiful chains" (Continent, N89, 1996), a selection of poems "Tikha Bartholomew's Night" (Banner, N12, 1996), a selection of poems "When you come" (Continent, N93, 1997), the poem "Calendar" (Other Shores, N 9-10, 1997), an excerpt from the poem "Mails to demand" (Magas, N10, 1998), "Algazin", "Pom", "Nuga, N34", "Negov, "N" , , verse", "Alman, "Almant", "In demand", "Night", "Night", "Night", "Night", "Night", "Night", "Night", "Night", 1999", "Night", "Night", "N