In Kharkov State Scientific Library. Korolenko hosted a presentation of a new book of poems by the popular Ukrainian TV presenter Igor Zhukov and his father, a journalist, known on Slobozhanshchina, Leonid Zhukov.

This unusual publication is an alligator book, one side of which is entirely devoted to the poems of his father, Leonid Zhukov, and is called "The White Crow with the Peacock's Tail". The second side of the book is the work of his son, Igor Zhukov, and is called "The One Whose Name Whispers the Wind". In addition to the originality of the author's solutions in the design, the book reveals new facets of the talent of journalists known in Kharkov, who appear before the reader in various roles - dreamers and romantics, subtle lyricists and philosophers, patriots and truth-seekers ... At the presentation, Igor Zhukov read a number of poems for guests and media representatives father. And the presenter of the presentation Mikhail Kramarenko acquainted those present with the poetic creativity of Igor Zhukov. Poems of two authors were warmly greeted by the applause of listeners.

The book presents experimental genre forms: Leonid Zhukov grouped his poems not in the cycles familiar to the reader, but in the "poetic skyrd from the sheaves of lyric poems", and Igor Zhukov - in "a poetic breeze from the gusts of the soul in lyric poems".

It is not just a collection of poems about love, nature, civic duty, the role of the poet and poetry in the prose of life, and the tribute of respect that Igor Zhukov gives to the bright memory of his father.

Leonid Zhukov - journalist, publicist, writer and poet. More than a quarter of a century worked in the newspapers of Kharkov and Chuguev "Red Star", "Evening Kharkov", "Promin '" and passed away in 2014. With memories of the poet at the presentation was made by his classmate Victor Stadnik.

Igor Zhukov - TV presenter, journalist, film critic, media manager, creator of the Internet TV channel "Kharkov-TV". Familiar viewers from the early 90's on their television programs on cinema and this year celebrated the 25th anniversary of the TV. In the book appears a completely different, unfamiliar Igor Zhukov - a thin lyric poet and inspired poet. In each line of his poems, a love thread passes by a red thread, a light breeze of the wind brings a note of joy and sadness ... Igor Zhukov devotes his book to his grandmother and mother, who died when he was only three years old.

At the end of the presentation, Igor Zhukov presented books and autographs to guests and media representatives. Readers will have the opportunity to get acquainted with the samples of modern intimate, landscape, civil and philosophical lyrics:.

"I missed everything through the soul, I was drinking in my chant, And mentally, the sea and the land I hugged my dream.

In a variety of manifestations, What we see ourselves around, I wrote down in poems In co-authorship with a pencil.

In the hooks of letters and their zigzags Under the pencil lead In the night on a sheet of plain paper Traces left the soul.

You can read them through only your own heart. "" From the Crimean mountains and to the Pamirs, Above the silence of holes and nests Brings again into the roof of the world Night-roofer nails of stars.

You - a holiday to me among the everyday gray, And I'm grateful to fate, That all my love with my heart Nails of stars nailed to you.

Love - when they sing with their eyes, Soul in embrace with heaven ".

Leonid Zhukov "For you today I will sing, And the love of the word will tell me.

A melancholy melody of its own Comes through the wind in silence.

I'll tell you how sad I felt without you And in a moment I could not live.

You will understand how I loved you And how much I will love.

The stars are dying, the dawn is coming.

I understand that everything was in vain sang, Because you are not with me near - My voice did not reach you.

Although you and the next is not with me, I know - love will save me.

And you in silence, quiet at night, The wind will bring this song.

He will knock at the window quietly, And he will call you to himself.

And, breaking your quiet sleep, My voice will sing to you:.

"For you today, I will sing My melancholy melody ..." Igor Zhukov.