Rusty Humanist

Rusty Humanist
Gennadiy Loginov

A small work of “rhymed prose” (or “rhythmic prose”). It is about life, ecology, culture and the vision of the future :)

Rusty Humanist

Gennadiy Loginov

Translator Mariia Eroshkina

© Gennadiy Loginov, 2020

© Mariia Eroshkina, translation, 2020

ISBN 978-5-4498-9017-7

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In old rusty garbage, he found his wife. From tin cans and pipe scraps, he made her alive. Combining the wreckage with fan blades quite boldly, he formed the metallic and bolted-on body. And elegant gears were supposed to give grace to her newly made metalline face.

It was the land where steel centaurs and giant rusty mechosaurs led their fights among the rocks, dismantling their damaged foes for screws, and nuts and springs and bolts. They were the creatures of once-living folk that’d turned all plants to ash and smoke to build a massive obelisk from stone, steel and plastic bricks. Its acrid wastes with choking smells had poisoned all the streams and wells.