About the book: 2009 / Ekaterina Zavershneva was born in 1971, lives in Moscow. She graduated from the Faculty of Psychology of Moscow State University. Lomonosov, candidate of psychological sciences, author of thirty scientific works at the intersection of philosophy and psychology. Member of the literary association "Polutona". Publications in the magazines “New Literary Review”, “Questions of Psychology”, “TextOnly”, “REC”, “Reflect”, etc. Author of the book “Somnambulist” (St. Petersburg: Limbus Press, 2009). “Over the Sea” - the first poetic collection of the author, which includes selected poems from different years (1999–2008). Today I expect from poetry not beauty and comfort, but life observations, recorded reality, and an analytical approach. It would be good for a modern poet not to concentrate too much on the lyrical self, or at least try to dissolve it in the world, not be afraid to let the world into oneself in large doses, it will be better for both the world and the poet: the world has become too much, and the poet too little . Due to these considerations, I consider Ekaterina Zavershneva’s poems excellent: for her, the Russian world exists primarily as a European one and rooted in modern rather tragic history and politics; she is compassionate, observant, intelligent. Her poetry is an analytical tool, which does not negate tenderness or mystery. Elena Fapailova In principle, someone would call this “baroque poetry.” But Baroque poetry did not die: it was buried, buried in the ground, and there it became - no, not a “cultural layer,” although here and there on this field stick out the remains of marble torsos, ivy-covered columns, tombstones of cultures, a note of farewell, parting is clearly audible in the whistle of the local wind - has become soil. Squat down in the middle of a field, put your hands on the poems: you will feel a living, in a good way, unambiguous warmth. And the dim, golden sun of Christianity, undeclared, but inalienably present, absorbed, becoming the basis of metabolism, life, death, memory, in places - pain, a poetic view of time, space, objects - the sun of Christianity (waking, truly sleepless) permeates this soil through and through. Sergey Kruglov