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Сергей Ходосевич — победитель конкурса сказок, в честь дня рождения А. С. Пушкина

Коллеги! Пришло время подведения итогов конкурса сказок, в честь дня рождения А. С. Пушкина, прошедшего на страничке нашей группы «ВКонтакте» https://vk.com/inwriter Работа жюри была очень сложной. К счастью, в...

Встречайте: победитель пятого эпизода Международного литературного конкурса им. В Набокова — Олен Лисичка

На конкурс автор представил прекрасные произведение для детей, чем позиционирует себя, как отличного детского писателя. Поздравляем с заслуженной победой и желаем дальнейших успехов в творчестве. Представляем главу из серии...

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«Российский колокол» приглашает авторов!

«Российский колокол» приглашает авторов!

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Вы и ваше творчество на волнах радио «Московская правда»!

Вы и ваше творчество на волнах радио «Московская правда»!

Ваше творчество услышит вся Москва! Конкурс на участие в литературных радиопрограммах «Бумажный ранет» и «Соучастник».
Литературные курсы – ваш шанс войти в профессиональную литературу!

Литературные курсы – ваш шанс войти в профессиональную литературу!

«Российский колокол» рекомендует! Куратор проекта – Интернациональный Союз писателей.
Мы переведем ваши произведения и издадим в престижном международном сборнике!

Мы переведем ваши произведения и издадим в престижном международном сборнике!

Международный конкурс на участие в книге «Антология Современной Российской Литературы» на болгарском языке.
Международная Московская литературная премия: конкурс продолжается!

Международная Московская литературная премия: конкурс продолжается!

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Bell 2 2017

The Russian Bell is a high-profile English magazine

Анастасия ЛЯМИНА | Вступительное слово
The Russian Bell is a high-profile English magazine
Dear readers and authors, you hold in your hands the first issue of the English literary magazine – The Russian Bell. It is a new publication of the British...

Russian Addiction. Film plot

Виктор АВИН | Проза
Russian Addiction. Film plot
The film starts with scenes about life in the New Millennium Russia. NATO forces are bombing Abkhazia and Karabakh. Tatarstan, the Russian Far East and Karelia declare their independence...

Steel

Андрей АКСЕНОВ | Поэзия
Steel
Steel People infected with war — Zombies of raving ideas! God cannot be triple fold; He will not tolerate these People whose mental discord Carries the overall dark, People...

Confession of an Executioner

Татьяна АЛЬБРЕХТ | Поэзия
Confession of an Executioner
Confession of an Executioner I am Hagen. My name sounds like a verdict. When people hear it, they close their ears They call me «traitor», «scoundrel» and I earned...

Please Join Me People At The Feast!

Татьяна АНЦУПОВА | Поэзия
Please Join Me People At The Feast!
Please Join Me People At The Feast! Embracing all The World with Wings released Majestic bird, I’m flying through the Blue. Please join me People at the splendid Feast...

Raise Your Love Up Off Its Knees

Александра АРСЕНТЬЕВА | Поэзия
Raise Your Love Up Off Its Knees
Raise Your Love Up Off Its Knees Raise your love unrequited up off its knees, That is filled with the winds, with the showers of spring, That’s awoken in...

«It seems that the heart is open wide…»

Валентина АСТАПЕНКО | Поэзия
«It seems that the heart is open wide…»
*** It seems that the heart is open wide, The cry of the soul has gone to the sky. . . How to put up with this fate of...

Autumn Carnaval

Нэлля БАЕВА | Поэзия
Autumn Carnaval
Autumn Carnaval Summer slowly fades to Autumn Playing multicolored dress up, Through curtains peeks blue heaven, At the chirping of birds before sunup! The forest prepares for its carnival...

Winter Fun

Людмила БЕЗУСОВА | Поэзия
Winter Fun
Winter Fun It’s calm… Scarce snowflakes flutter Like little ballerinas, Into dewdrops they turn when stuck in shutters Of her fair curls. Her name’s Arina. In felt embroidered boots...

An Ant

Сергей БОГАТКОВ | Проза
An Ant
An Ant I was working all day. The sun was rushing down and already rolling behind the horizon, but I still continued to work. I intended to carry one...

«To leave for seaside…»

Ирина БОРИСОВА | Поэзия
«To leave for seaside…»
*** To leave for seaside. To pursue the shadows. To heed the empty spaces of my soul. To feel the orphanness of dreams, the callous Way in which they...

We do not need new politicans; we need a new form of government

Марк БОЙКОВ | Публицистика
We do not need new politicans; we need a new form of government
Variations on the topic of progress.                     Construction and Industry newspaper «Razvitie» (Development) No. 31, 32. July-August 1992. Foreword to No. 31. Look at the publication date. It took...

Hyperlink 33

Сергей БУХАРОВ | Поэзия
Hyperlink 33
Hyperlink 33 We search for something via links through various networks As if we’ve exiled ourselves in banishment forever I don’t think that you care, who I’m with and...

Rivers of Milk

Марина БУРЛАКОВА | Проза
Rivers of Milk
Prologue Spring is here… First thaws. The snow is slowly starting to melt and the pathways that have been covered with snow all winter long become soft and very...

Let’s write a song!

Владислав БУТЯЕВ | Поэзия
Let’s write a song!
Let’s write a song! Let’s write a song together! You’ll do the melody, and I’ll do the words. Sharing the work will make it better, And help it earn...

Ruins

Анна БАТЛЕР | Поэзия
Ruins
Ruins That powerful body of yours I’ll never embrace in my arms. My home is abandoned and cold Under the clouds. Your eyes I’ll never close shut With a...

Hitler’s Plans. Death Match

Chegerama Haridgnan Amigo | Проза
Hitler’s Plans. Death Match
OM AH HUM When the leadership of the Third Reich initiated military aggression against the Soviet Union, it not only seized our territory, but also declared a goal, truly...

He, She, and the Horror

Игорь ЧИЧИЛИН | Проза
He, She, and the Horror
Fear? Well, let’s talk about fear: what can be more interesting and sweeter? When you sleep, and you do not see, as a snake slithers into your bed slowly...

The new empire

Лена ДОБРОТВОРСКАЯ | Поэзия
The new empire
The new empire Give the world a moment of silence, Bow facedown to the victims of wrong. Candles throughout the planet give radiance, Melting down a metallic stronghold. All...

TheNoble Savior

Игорь ДЯДЧЕНКО | Проза
TheNoble Savior
«He’s always trying to save someone, some girl, you understand …» (Saakhov in the «Caucasian Captive») It’s awful how much they like to show the beach in our television...

A place in the sun 

Ольга КАМАРГО | Проза
A place in the sun 
Once upon a time, in a clearing, there grew a Sunflower, which kept worrying about being unloved by the Sun. Whenever it attempted to run towards the Sun, the...

For the mystics of the earth

Наталья ХЕГАЙ | Поэзия
For the mystics of the earth
For the mystics of the earth I saw a frigate in the sky today Cloud shadows limitlessly float away It sailed towards the mystic of the dawn Towards the...

Holiday romance

Татьяна КУЛИКОВА | Проза
Holiday romance
-1- It was quiet and peaceful at dusk. A large cozy mansion was wreathed in shadow. The lights had not been lit for three months here. It was always...

Dancing Ropes

Ильфат ГЕЙДАРОВ | Поэзия
Dancing Ropes
Dancing Ropes Who could have thought that the powerful Om Would live the rest of its days Ridiculed. What a funny, funny scene. Can you imagine? The belief that...

«You enjoy listening to the wind…»

Наталья ХВОСТИКОВА | Поэзия
«You enjoy listening to the wind…»
*** You enjoy listening to the wind… I love to watch the burning flame. It’s sparks rising into the starry sky… Drowned by the wind in night’s shade. Of...

Life Miracle

Катя ИВАНОВА | Проза
Life Miracle
(from the «God Forgotten Village» series) «What an old fool I am, for not listening to my neighbor. We didn’t rebuild, or repair the stove while it was being...

The mood

Нигяр НУРУЛЛА | Поэзия
The mood
The mood Cats lie on trash bins with tales pointed south, Arabic Simoom blow high up to the heavens. The gawkers today better shut their own mouths, The curious...

Frostlings and the chill hag

Фаридуса ХАЗИПОВА | Проза
Frostlings and the chill hag
(Excerpts from a fairytale novel)  Part 1. Frostlings and the Amaryllises The year this story occurred, the whole Cis-Urals region was gripped by a chill of the likes it...

Reading Brodsky…

Виктория ЛЕВИНА | Поэзия
Reading Brodsky…
Reading Brodsky… I’m reading Brodsky, days in me Are mixed with nights. My hands are cold… And with the utmost eagerness I hold Right at my lips a cup...

«You are where winds come together in dance…»

Валентина МОЛОДОВСКАЯ | Поэзия
«You are where winds come together in dance…»
*** You are where winds come together in dance, Where autumn wings cover the sky. There fate holds a cup of true love in his hands To bless and...

Sofia

Искандер МУРАТОВ | Проза
Sofia
Sofia Surprisingly, lately, I’ve been interested in nothing but work. I caught myself thinking, that in recent years I did nothing that could enthral me or plunge me into...

Paris

Елена СМАЛЬ | Поэзия
Paris
Paris Let’s run away from everyone And fly to Paris beneath the moon We’ll travel every part of France, See Notre Dame from villa roofs. We will be happy,...

God on call

Ирина НЕКИПЕЛОВА | Проза
God on call
God on call Here, under the high ceilings, strolled the sun, painted in blue, red and green colors by the stained glass aspiring to the sky. It was vinaceous,...

The black cat

Ира НИКОЛАЕВА | Поэзия
The black cat
The black cat The black cat since the world creation seems like bringing you misfortune. He enjoys the men`s reaction, like a hellboy he is watching. Crossing roads of...

The Most Honest Person on Earth

Елена ЩЕРБАКОВА | Поэзия
The Most Honest Person on Earth
“The Adventures of Baron Munchausen» (versification) The tale is not told by Shakespeare It is listened to by Shakes-Ear. Epigraph. “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen» (versification) The Most Honest...

Street poet

Валентина ШУНТИКОВА | Поэзия
Street poet
Street poet Poet of the streets, child of a megalopolis, He can hear at night the sounds of the outer space Documenting carefully everything he hears Dreamily he puts...

I attack my own sword

Тонга ТУЛИНОВА | Драматургия
I attack my own sword
Characters: Nya. A girl, 16 years old. Katya. 23 years old. A provincial, who moved to Moscow. Igor. 21 years old. A physics student. Nadezhda. 36 years old. A...

Stories for a seamstress

Анастасия ЯНЧ | Проза
Stories for a seamstress
Stories for a seamstress Crochet-Stork “Granny, look at what I look like.” “I do. So?” “I’m beautiful, am I not!” “Do you mean the dress?” “No, granny, no. It’s...

Brighton’s revival

Михаил ЖИНЖЕРОВ | Поэзия
Brighton’s revival
Brighton’s revival There’s a bit of Odessa in New York Built on labour and worn-out shoes. In its history — fights with the town folk, And the fighters were...

With the snow storm

Владимир ЗИНЯКОВ | Проза
With the snow storm
“Her fault,” I whispered and saw my breath coming out in a milky cloud. “Her fault,” I said louder and shivered as the wind embraced me with its large...
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