Published Works
- Sbornik p'es dlia zhizni solo (Collection of Pieces for Life Solo), Ann Arbor: Ardis, 1978.
- Sostoianie sna (Dream State), Ann Arbor: Ardis, 1981.
- Edem (Eden), Ann Arbor: Ardis, 1985.
- Stikhotvoreniia (Poems), St. Petersburg: Pushkinskii fond, 1996.
- Divno molvit'. Sobranie stikhotvorenii (Wonderful to Utter), St. Petersburg: Pushkinskii fond, 2001.
- Prosto golos (Just a Voice), Nezavisimaya Gazeta, Moscow, 2002.
- Bestiarii (Bestiary), Ekaterinburg: Evdokiia, 2004.
- Shekspir otdykhaet (Shakespeare at Rest), St. Petersburg: Pushkinskii fond, 2006.
- Imena liubvi (Names of Love), Moscow: Novoe izdatel'stvo, 2007.
- Edem i drugoe (Eden, and More), Moscow: OGI, 2007.
- Atlanticheskii dnevnik (The Atlantic Diary), Moscow: Novoe izdatel'stvo, 2007.
- Rovnyi veter (The Even Wind), Moscow: Novoe izdatel'stvo, 2008.
- Skazka na noch (Bedtime Story), Moscow: Novoe izdatel'stvo, 2010.
- Detektor smysla (Sense Detector), Moscow: ARGO-RISK; Knizhnoe obozrenie, 2010.
- Poslednii Kontinent (The Last Continent), Kharkiv: Folio, 2012.
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