Taras Prokhasko. BotakYe.

There is quite a special sort of books: those that one wants to read again. Among them, there happen such that really should be re-read. And there happen such that one wants and should re-read several times. At that, sometimes, having just turned the last page, you open the first one – and start, and all the same it is already quite different, though it might seem familiar. To my mind, Taras Prokhasko writes just such, endless stories – even if physically some of them take only a half of a printed page. Well, and the more so – if they take more. This would be easy enough if his stories just had an open end. If. Instead, they have open – opened? – virtually every turn, every phrase. That is why, in fact, we can hardly speak about an end as such – development of the plot is alternative, one of many, and not the main flow. The starting point is attention, the only condition – to see with one's heart. You come into this water, as in birth, and every separate story is another river. But all rivers, as known, carry their waters to the ocean. And whichever Prokhasko's story you might take – all the same you get into this bowl, in which there is everything written and unwritten by him, felt, forgotten, invented, guessed, given... I am, sure, absolutely subjective – because I live. And it is for this reason that I am in the position to share the opinion by Serhiy Zhadan that he expressed in one of interviews. He then mentioned something like that Ukraine right now already has a writer who can be immediately nominated for the Nobel Prize in the domain of literature. And this writer is Taras Prokhasko. Amen. That is, I agree.

Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)

In Ukrainian.
Type of the edition: hard cover
Format: 142x233 mm
Number of pages: 432
Publisher: Lilea-NV, Ivano-Frankivsk
Contents:

FM Halychyna

Neprosti:

- Shistdesjat visim vypadkovykh pershykh rechen‘

- Khronolohichno

- Lysty do i vid Bidy

- Henetychno

- Persha stara fotohrafija – jedyna nedatovana

- Fiziolohichno

- Khodyty, stojaty, sydity, lezhaty

- Sytuatsiji u koloryti

- Druha stara fotohrafija – Ardzheljudzha, 1892

- Spokusy svjatoho Antonija

- Nadmirni dni

- Tretja stara fotohrafija – khiba do Ljarussa

- Viyny ujavy – korotko

- Neprosti

- Kazaty chy perestaty

- Trydtsjat‘ rokiv rodyny S

- Neproza

- Miy krasnyy bay (napryklad)

- Jakshcho z mapoju (lehenda)

- Sim

Z ts‘oho mozhna zrobyty kil‘ka opovidan‘

Jak ja perestav buty pys‘mennykom

Til‘ky na eksport:

- Moja Ukrajina

- Zhyttja mizh pojizdamy

- Kart-blansh

- Hospody, vidviday vynohradnyk

Port Frankivs‘k:

- Khochu napysaty lysta

- Port Frankivs‘k

- Eros svjatoho Mykolaja

- Ty, khto zavzhdy zi svjatom

- Velykodnja demonstratsija

- Strakh spovidi

- Deshcho z istoriji SBU

- Vdjachnist‘ za nespravedlyvist‘

- Shevchenkova tajemnytsja

- Do pytannja pro inter’jery

- Roman iz hazom

- Rodynna vlada

- Zhyttja pislja revoljutsiji

- A lis roste

- Fotohrafiji, Fellini i "Sharika"

- Total‘nyy dyktant

- Sezonne myslennja

- Trydtsjat‘ try tezy pro bih

- Bo viyna viynoju

- Pro testament

1000 mists‘ i sliv:

- P’jat‘ lystiv do "postupu"

- Kafedra ukrajinistyky krakivs‘koho vokzalu

- Uminnja zhyty

- Feliks

- Rozumity, a ne chekaty rozuminnja

- Getto

- Krutjat‘ zhorna

- Ping-pong kryvdy

- Ljakrimoza

- Znovu til‘ky pro ljubov

- Vtykatysja chy vtykaty

- Zhyty dali

- Lem my bolyt sertse

- Revnoshchi

- Nekvaplyvist‘

- Ne krychy: "Vovky!"

- Zaky zayshla nich

- Tremty, skelete

- Dotorky

- Zahadkova stykhija

- Lito

- Jak nadmir – to u vs‘omu

- Daleko vid polityky

- Shantsi

- Slidamy chuzhykh spohadiv

- Povertajuchys‘ do ozera

- Nesterpna lehkist‘ budzu

- Horodnytsja na Dnistri

- Stalker Chornoho lisu

- Podorozh