When you read the new collection of Mikhail Zhvanetsky “Women”, you are sad to tears. And still want to laugh. Zhvanetsky about (not) love, hope and its absence, happiness, and the absurdity of our life.
Zhvanetsky now almost does not perform. But he has published books that almost do not cause laughter. And not because “something disappears” (although it disappears – Zhvanetsky’s artistry). On the contrary: too much appears. We see that this is not about politics, not about signs of the times, not about power, but about a lonely person who is pierced by the icy wind of an indifferent world. This person is hard to live and afraid to die. Almost no one understands him. But Zhvanetsky is a stoic. If life is so uncomfortable, then let’s at least laugh at it. Why cry all the time, right? When you read it, sad to tears. And still you want to laugh in places. The new collection “Women” – almost all of them. It’s about love and its absence, and about despair, and about happiness, and about the absurdity of life, which is the only thing left to laugh at. “What a strange boy. Double! Twice younger than me. Yesterday: “I love you!” It’s terribly funny. At my age… He came and went. And I … Lord, what is the matter with me? .. By the way, I have a husband. And by the way, very good. Yes, and I’m already old, just old … Oh, ha ha, how old I am. (Sobbing.) Some strange boy. What did he find in me? He takes my hand, his fingers trembling. I look at him, how strange … But I, I, an old fool! Why is it so funny to me? (Sobbing.) Why am I so funny?
EKSMO, 352 p.