Zone of destruction "the space around the epicenter of a natural or man-made catastrophe". Demyan Kudryavtsev's collection is a chronicle of the anthropogenic catastrophe that broke out and lasts before our eyes. These are poems written over the past eight years. The questions that everyone asks themselves could it have been prevented? What did I do to stop it? How do I live now? not that there are no answers, but the answers can no longer change anything. The very fact of poetic comprehension and commentary on the war is almost embarrassing for the writer ("and were the witnesses even appropriate on the edge of the abyss"). There is a war going on, waged in your native language, in your name, or more precisely, in the pronouns, which means that you have already been defeated: "words break the ribs from within / I know, guys, that it's not us who are rich, but those who are hungry and dumb". This is reportage from the zone of human and poetic defeat, and to read it, you need almost as much courage as to write.