Alek�ei Matiu�hkin

сделано с умом



🏷 2026

  • The Paradigmatic Pivot

    The prompt is fired into the neural cloud, agentic workflows synergize the space. Of LLM-driven velocity we’re proud, as raw synthetic code-bloat takes first place. We shift left hard into the loop to…

  • Оценщики и оцениваемые

    Моего отца вызывали в школу трижды. На уроке рисования в четвертом классе нам дали задание изобразить животное в естественных условиях. Кистью, пером, карандашом, углём и мелками я владел — и владею —…

  • Comandante

    From Rosario’s cradle to the Argentine plain, A boy born to medicine, to healing the pain, Young Ernesto set forth on a motorcycle ride, With the dust on his boots and a country inside. Through the va…

  • The Plague of the Open Eye

    The night had no curtain, the dark had no bed, When the sister of certain to the village was led. Visitation has come from a land far away, Where the plague of insomnia turned night into day. Absent v…

  • Nine Circles of Paradiso

    Sphere I: The Moon (The Inconstant Border) I shot into the sky like a rocket flare, With Beatrice ahead to lead the flight. We hit the Moon—a pearl inside the air, All smooth and shiny, glowing milky …

  • Nine Circles of Purgatorio

    Ante-Purgatory (The VIP Waiting Room for Slackers) We crawled from Hell and hit a sunny beach, Where Cato stood, a grumpy old inspector. He looked as though he’d give a moral speech, But Virgil cleane…

  • Nine Circles of Inferno

    Circle I: Limbo (The VIP Lounge for Intellectuals) I hit a mid-life crisis in a wood, Which wasn’t great for my poetic brand. My moral compass broke down where I stood, Till Virgil showed up, rental g…

  • The Witch’s Bargain

    Where waters are deep and the blue is like glass, Where shadows of coral and great fishes pass, The Little Sea Princess would sit by the shore, And dream of the world she was born to explore. She list…

  • The Changing Canvas

    The studio drifted with scent of the rose, Where shadows of summer lay soft in repose. There Basil Hallward had picked up his brush, To capture a youth in a passionate rush. And Dorian Gray was the na…

  • The Dublin Wonderer

    The summer morning dawned in morning gray, As stately Buck Mulligan came out to pray. He held up his bowl where the lather was white, To mock the great church in the awakening light. And Stephen Dedal…

  • The Two Faces of Light

    Young Raphaël pined in a garret of stone, Too proud to be poor and too fiercely alone. He dreamed of the heights of the Paris elite, While starvation hovered in every dark street. Two women would shad…

  • The Golden Heart

    Out of the mist of the Swiss mountain air, With nothing but pity and silk-golden hair, Returned Prince Myshkin, a soul without guile, To Petersburg’s world of deceit and of bile. An “idiot” called by …

  • Room 101

    The clocks were all striking the hour of thirteen, In London of Airstrip One, grey and unclean. The banners of Big Brother hung on the wall, With eyes that would follow you down through the hall. Youn…

  • The Magic Theater

    The corridors twisted, the mirrors spun wide, As Harry stepped into the theater inside. A sign on the door read of madness and play, Where logic of daylight was bartered away. He left his old self wit…

  • The Inner Sanctum

    They led him down deep where the shadows were thick, Beyond the grand stage of the puppet-master’s trick. The blindfold was torn from young Nicholas’ eyes, To witness the core of the Magus’ lies. No l…

  • The Last Smoke

    The neon was bleeding in West Berlin town, When Moose Malloy surfaced and looked all around. A giant of muscle, a mountain of dread, In a loud, flashy coat and a hat on his head. He’d spent eight long…

  • The Final Gimlet

    The sirens were wailing through London’s dark night, When Paul Marston stepped into Eileen’s pure light. A soldier of fortune, a man with no fear, Who held her as if the last judgment was near. They w…

  • The Exile of The Mind

    The light of my life and the fire of my loins, A sin that is minted in sorrowful coins. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking flight, To tap on the teeth in a tripod of night. I, Humbert the culture…

  • The Final Lap

    Up high in the Alps where the winter winds blow, The grand Bella Vista sat wrapped in the snow. A kingdom of patients with pale, fading breath, Who counted the days in the shadow of death. There Clerf…

  • The Sign on The Wall

    The sign on the wall seemed to shimmer and glare, A promise of wonders beyond all compare: TIME SAFARI, INC. read the bold, golden text, WE TAKE YOU TO ANY YEAR, THIS ONE OR NEXT. Eckels stood with hi…

  • The Flat of Eight Dollars

    The pennies were counted, a hundred and eight, And three times she’d saved them to challenge their fate. Next morning was Christmas, the festival bright, But Della sat weeping in gray, winter light. H…

  • The Dreamer of La Mancha

    Down in a village of rolling brown plains, An old hidalgo sat counting his gains. But his mind was far off in the pages of old, Where knights were so noble and giants were bold. With scarce any sleep …

  • The Rules of the Board

    “Would I find La Maga?” Horacio would say, As he walked down the bridges of Paris all gray. They never would look, yet they constantly met, In a game of the streets that was tangled and wet. She lived…

  • The Vision of Jocelin

    Dean Jocelin looked to the sky, Where clouds like smoke did drift and flee. “God called to me,” he gave a sigh, “To build a spire for all to see. Four hundred feet of stone and grace, To point the way…

  • Запах жасмина

    Цветёт жасмин, а пахнет жестью А в парках — жерди из железа… К карему цвету глаз идеально подходит жасмин,   то холщовое платье, и те жестяные браслеты. Смех как восторги фраз, поле — как ужас мин,   …