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This “missed masterpiece” is assumed to be the 1st e-book released in Soviet Union via a massive publishing condo with out censorship. “Missed”,because out of 5 thousand copies released - purely 3 or 400 reached the general public: the majority of variation perished within the turmoil of the 1st wild years of “perestroika”.
nonetheless, this “lyrical narration in 1370 verses” had its amazing readers. It was once hugely acclaimed via A. Voznesensky, B. Okudzhava, V. Pavlova, T. Kibirov, L. Volohonskaya. The “guru” of post-modernist poetry ok. Kedrov wrote preface to it. the nice Soviet actor, I.Smoktunovsky, was once getting ready to list it in its entirety for an audio-book – prior to his dying placed an finish to this venture.
It was once additionally the 1st significant paintings of the modern cult publication dressmaker A. Bondarenko, and - from a layout point of view – is taken into account to be one of many most sensible 25 books of the final region of the century released in Russia.
The ebook is exclusive, written in an extraordinary and very demanding kind of a “novel in verses”. it's a delectable learn when you can absolutely savor the richness of its attractive Russian language, the strong imagery, the intensity and seriousness of the philosophical difficulties it presents.
listed here are simply fragments from letters (old-fashioned letters) from readers:
“It used to be whatever transcendental. It was once as though a few feel or notion is knocking at the door to my brain, a few temper, surroundings, and that i can’t—I fell someplace and can't dissolve in those “boulders of sunshine” basically simply because rather i'm simply studying a ebook. each line, each which means of every line, used to be crystal transparent to me, as though the publication knew me greater than i actually do. usually humans say murals “touched” them whilst it displays one’s recommendations. yet you controlled to jot down, to deal with the subconscious, that point of sub-thoughts, what humans absorb yet don't realize or can't procedure, these issues that usually you get the glimpse of in the course of moments of euphoria and catharsis, issues which are discovered at the shimmering and flickering underside of the diamond of existence, which has been refracted one thousand instances, and nobody can wager its shape, issues that experience to do with how people experience, with 1000000 sensory organs, all of the hesitations of the area, and attempts to expect that uncertainty, yet can't convey it—all that's, for my part, what you wrote about…
“…The subsequent day i made a decision to take an afternoon journey, and went from Moscow to Sergiev Posad. i admire interpreting at the street, in movement, in inter-city buses departing from VDNH. It’s quiet and comfy there, you could glance out the window. I bring it to mind used to be a superb spring day, hot and sunny. good, every thing ended with me sobbing for 2 and a part hours throughout the journey. My bad neighbor sat subsequent to me, terrified, the complete manner. Please don’t imagine that I consistently learn books like that. yet Decals is so monstrously appealing and unhappy that that's the way it became out…”