About the book: 2012 / The poetry of Nina Yagodintseva itself is somehow silent - I read it, but the feeling of ineffability remained, that same “piercing inexpressibility” that she loves so much the author feels. “Poems are woven from pauses... Words are just form,” she says. But this is far from symbolism; on the contrary, the poetry here is very objective; along the path to the beyond, the author carefully places “earthly” beacons so that it is reflected in the reader through worldly favorite signs. And it becomes light from recognizing wondrous little things - from them, “inept and clumsy”, the road to heaven is woven.