By ΠΠ²Π΄ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ² ΠΠ½Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΉ
ΠΠ²Π΄ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ² ΠΠ½Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΉ, 2010
Π ΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π° Ρ ΠΏΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΎΠΌ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠΈ Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΉ ΠΆΠ°Π½Ρ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΎΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΈ Π΅Π΅ ΠΆΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Π΅ΠΉ. ΠΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π·Π²ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ Π±Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΈΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠΈΠ³ΠΈ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅. ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΈΠ³ΡΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΌ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ Π²ΡΡΡΡΠΏΠ°Π΅Ρ Π³Π»Π°ΠΌΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π³Π΅Π½Π΅ΡΠ°Π»-ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΊ, Π° Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΠ½Ρ β ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΈΠΎΠ½Ρ Π² ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π²Π°Π»ΡΡΠ΅. ΠΡΠΎΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ΅Π΅ Π²ΡΠ·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ ΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ°Ρ, Π½ΠΎ Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΎΠ΅ β Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅Ρ Π·Π°Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°Ρ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ.
Andrey Evdokimov, 2010
This novel is a paradoxical blend of hard-boiled detective fiction with a picaresque novel, and parable with documentary elements. The author believes this contradictory genre is the only way to write about modern Russia and its people. The story follows a poor provincial living semi-legally in the capital, who becomes entangled in a complex intrigue. The main player is a glamorous security general, and millions in foreign currency are at stake. The events that unfold are both amusing and horrifying, but primarily designed to make readers reflect deeply on the rules by which we all live.