...I have been reading Yulia Fridman's poems for a long time and have admired them for a long time.

Now you and I have a book in front of us, huge and, in my opinion, absolutely beautiful. It is strong, gorgeous and amazing. In it a thick layer of ontologies unfolds and hundreds of lost voices are heard. I am entering the age-old sleep, into loneliness, into love. I go into the world, where there are goblins, children and old people, where is enchanted grass. And, reading poem after poem, I suddenly understand that there are no hopeless situations. In any case, we always have the opportunity to turn into a cuckoo and fly away.

Vladimir Bogomyakov, poet