Mikhail Baru’s miniatures are the best remedy for today’s anxieties: the reality in them is so cozy and, for all its everydayness, reliable that it makes you forget about negative global forecasts and your own troubles.
Just life
Mikhail Baru’s miniatures are the best remedy for today’s anxieties: the reality in them is so cozy and, for all its everydayness, reliable that it makes you forget about negative global forecasts and your own troubles. The chemist Baru lives on the banks of the leisurely Oka, in the leisurely and conservative academic city of Pushchino. It is this calm, not too rich, but weakly dependent on external storms life that he captures in his short, funny and poignantly sad texts. Whatever they talk about — about love or picking mushrooms, about the first snowfall or about rare forays into the crowded capital — Mikhail Baru invariably retains an amazing intonation — piercing and at the same time devoid of momentaryness and fuss. The opportunity to touch the inner peace and warmth that fills his prose is a rare chance to bring a particle of the same regularity and comfort into your own life.
CheBook, 400 c.