character portrait
Yuna Letz
These are language games, during which a person answers special questions to avoid ready-made answers. For example: describe your inner world as an object, what is the color of your childhood, imagine you were a field, what would grow there, and so on.
By thinking outside the box you can go deeper to achieve a better understanding of yourself. A literary portrait is a gift for those who want to see themselves not as a profile subject, but rather more comprehensively, on the scale that would fit their identity.
Yuna Letz is the author of seven books, the Debut Prize finalist, the National Best semi-finalist, the Russian Prize, the Voloshinsky Competition, and the Alexander Pyatigorsky Literary Prize.
You will receive your literary portrait a week after the conversation with the author.
By thinking outside the box you can go deeper to achieve a better understanding of yourself. A literary portrait is a gift for those who want to see themselves not as a profile subject, but rather more comprehensively, on the scale that would fit their identity.
Yuna Letz is the author of seven books, the Debut Prize finalist, the National Best semi-finalist, the Russian Prize, the Voloshinsky Competition, and the Alexander Pyatigorsky Literary Prize.
You will receive your literary portrait a week after the conversation with the author.
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LanguagesRussian / English
Fragments of character portraits
The rainbow reaper
Leka guides people, she grows colorful bread, she has a purpose. She was looking for her identity for a long time, and then she realized that the search is her liberation, all the changes of forms and states: she is now a field, the next moment she is an angel flying over it, now a mountain, then the fire, calm yet inspiring.
- Let's go up!
You have to be careful here. First, a prophet will come, but one has to distinguish him from a false one. All her life she had been lying - she was saying lies herself, laughed at how superficial she was, every time she chose the wrong path. She wouldn't stay on the one where you can walk but are not allowed to fly as for it was the scale that she was after. Wheatfield of different colors, which give you multi-colored bread to feed people, who will become better and happier themselves.
Leka guides people, she grows colorful bread, she has a purpose. She was looking for her identity for a long time, and then she realized that the search is her liberation, all the changes of forms and states: she is now a field, the next moment she is an angel flying over it, now a mountain, then the fire, calm yet inspiring.
- Let's go up!
You have to be careful here. First, a prophet will come, but one has to distinguish him from a false one. All her life she had been lying - she was saying lies herself, laughed at how superficial she was, every time she chose the wrong path. She wouldn't stay on the one where you can walk but are not allowed to fly as for it was the scale that she was after. Wheatfield of different colors, which give you multi-colored bread to feed people, who will become better and happier themselves.
Moon Musician
…He was born into a family with three Israelite tribes that lived by the Gospel, his childhood was of mixed cultures, the winged lion of St. Mark and lions on both sides of Solomon's throne, and he grew up playing with these animals - with all at once (Christianity and Judaism). And then he saw his sign or totem - a guitar of unique beauty, and he thought that this guitar would help him to play something of his own. The moon for people of all religions and faiths.
…The moon sang a song - quietly, with the inner voices of people. They sat on blankets and listened to what was inside. They all were different. And he was different as well, like the phases of the moon. He simply speaks through the strings, he says that people should always remember those signs that assemble the path. When the moon looks for a house, she goes straight into the sky, she comes to the sky and sees that there is darkness around, she does not see the stars, she only sees things that are in the glow, and the larger this glow is, the more objects she sees. It's such an adventure to shine! says the moon. And the moon man agrees.
…He was born into a family with three Israelite tribes that lived by the Gospel, his childhood was of mixed cultures, the winged lion of St. Mark and lions on both sides of Solomon's throne, and he grew up playing with these animals - with all at once (Christianity and Judaism). And then he saw his sign or totem - a guitar of unique beauty, and he thought that this guitar would help him to play something of his own. The moon for people of all religions and faiths.
…The moon sang a song - quietly, with the inner voices of people. They sat on blankets and listened to what was inside. They all were different. And he was different as well, like the phases of the moon. He simply speaks through the strings, he says that people should always remember those signs that assemble the path. When the moon looks for a house, she goes straight into the sky, she comes to the sky and sees that there is darkness around, she does not see the stars, she only sees things that are in the glow, and the larger this glow is, the more objects she sees. It's such an adventure to shine! says the moon. And the moon man agrees.
Sleeping in the sun hammock
Hamas. Do not be afraid of suspended states, of hanging in uncertainty. Feel the vibration of your body, its heartbeat, hanging in the air.
What is this?
A hammock is an ancient woolen net in which she caught herself, but she also wrapped herself, protection, warmth, miracle, everything is there. Andean notions, the continuation of the skin, the vibrations of ships, where sailors slept. The hammock repeats the rhythm of the earth, and you dance with it on the same wavelength, music-music, the thrill of the wind and the sea, and the air itself became felt. Um? She trains steady fluidity. Hamacas, the new vehicle is her body and the balance that needs to be found. A hammock is a whole body smile. Look!
Hamas. Do not be afraid of suspended states, of hanging in uncertainty. Feel the vibration of your body, its heartbeat, hanging in the air.
What is this?
A hammock is an ancient woolen net in which she caught herself, but she also wrapped herself, protection, warmth, miracle, everything is there. Andean notions, the continuation of the skin, the vibrations of ships, where sailors slept. The hammock repeats the rhythm of the earth, and you dance with it on the same wavelength, music-music, the thrill of the wind and the sea, and the air itself became felt. Um? She trains steady fluidity. Hamacas, the new vehicle is her body and the balance that needs to be found. A hammock is a whole body smile. Look!
Hut
How did she come to this place? She walked in a straight line for many years, she moved in a straight line, she had such a path, until it suddenly dawned on her that there are no straight lines, that these were the patterns that she drew herself with her steps. She gathered strength and began to prepare herself: she erected walls with reading, set boundaries with silence and walked further around the world, walked and traveled, and watched the hearts of houses and people beat.
And then I came back here and began to warm the place. A small hut, a house, a small house, a hut. Her names can be sorted out like beads. She meets you on the mountain with creme brulee. She meets you wherever you rise above yourself. Hut, the reality that you trust, the heart of heaven. It is life itself.
How did she come to this place? She walked in a straight line for many years, she moved in a straight line, she had such a path, until it suddenly dawned on her that there are no straight lines, that these were the patterns that she drew herself with her steps. She gathered strength and began to prepare herself: she erected walls with reading, set boundaries with silence and walked further around the world, walked and traveled, and watched the hearts of houses and people beat.
And then I came back here and began to warm the place. A small hut, a house, a small house, a hut. Her names can be sorted out like beads. She meets you on the mountain with creme brulee. She meets you wherever you rise above yourself. Hut, the reality that you trust, the heart of heaven. It is life itself.
Cow indigo
Why do cow people exist? To laugh and make friends. According to Aristotle laughter is eternity. Always carry laughter with you, in your pocket, in your inner world, in your head, always carry laughter, because if you forget it, you can choke on the fish that went into the wrong throat (these are souls, they cannot be caught, let them be free). Always carry laughter with you, laughter is your miracle, this is your performance, something big, The inner little ones grow when you laugh when you make friends when you care. They all grow. Both the sun and the temperature in the room, everything grows with laughter. Therefore, try to see that a cow is an entire landscape, it is something that cannot be captured by words, thoughts, it is infinity, a big endless miracle cow that is a friend for little people inside it, and they get along quite well.
Why do cow people exist? To laugh and make friends. According to Aristotle laughter is eternity. Always carry laughter with you, in your pocket, in your inner world, in your head, always carry laughter, because if you forget it, you can choke on the fish that went into the wrong throat (these are souls, they cannot be caught, let them be free). Always carry laughter with you, laughter is your miracle, this is your performance, something big, The inner little ones grow when you laugh when you make friends when you care. They all grow. Both the sun and the temperature in the room, everything grows with laughter. Therefore, try to see that a cow is an entire landscape, it is something that cannot be captured by words, thoughts, it is infinity, a big endless miracle cow that is a friend for little people inside it, and they get along quite well.
President of life
A little boy drinks milk from a mug with a poodle for company, cooks food on the ground, smells daisies in Canada, listens to the sounds of an accordion in Paris, and always carries festivity with him. Always, wherever he goes and wherever he travels, festivity accompanies him. One has only to pull the thread, everything unfolds, everything begins to live. Country Inner republic, where he is the president.
He says the words: we are the silhouettes of new countries that are yet to be born, we are presidents of republics that will not have borders, these republics will be bright sunny colors, glowing glass balls with people who know how to love, take care of their relatives and change over and over again- so that we don't get stuck in our thoughts. Where the passport control used to be, now the festive cry is heard "Celebrate yourselves all of you!", many people gathered to believe in others. They are us and we are fearless nice presidents of the republics of our own lives.
A little boy drinks milk from a mug with a poodle for company, cooks food on the ground, smells daisies in Canada, listens to the sounds of an accordion in Paris, and always carries festivity with him. Always, wherever he goes and wherever he travels, festivity accompanies him. One has only to pull the thread, everything unfolds, everything begins to live. Country Inner republic, where he is the president.
He says the words: we are the silhouettes of new countries that are yet to be born, we are presidents of republics that will not have borders, these republics will be bright sunny colors, glowing glass balls with people who know how to love, take care of their relatives and change over and over again- so that we don't get stuck in our thoughts. Where the passport control used to be, now the festive cry is heard "Celebrate yourselves all of you!", many people gathered to believe in others. They are us and we are fearless nice presidents of the republics of our own lives.