Out the window. Stories from the life of Kharms

Once upon a time there was Harms. He wrote poetry and prose. I lived in a difficult place at a very difficult time. Such a life is not easy to call. He died of starvation during the blockade, behind bars in the psychiatric department of Krestov. And he also talked to the sun, walked with friends, chatted with ladies, danced and liked to look out the window.