The book of Natalia Trauberg, one of the best domestic translators (she gave us C.-S. Lewis, G.-K. Chesterton, P.-G. Wodehouse), is a collection of articles, reflections and interviews.
The book of Natalia Trauberg, one of the best domestic translators (she gave us C.-S. Lewis, G.-K. Chesterton, P.-G. Wodehouse), is a collection of articles, reflections and interviews. “I wanted to … console and even delight readers by reminding them of everyday, everyday miracles that show that we are not alone and not in a meaningless world,” the author writes. From the first pages, we plunge into childhood on Bolshaya Pushkarskaya, where there is a film director dad, a mother — a young lady with a Marlene Dietrich haircut, a deeply religious grandmother and a nanny and, of course, English children’s books (the first love that will determine fate). “Those years left forever a feeling of paradise, which is very necessary for later life,” Trauberg admits. In her book, both the author’s unique life experience and memories of close friends are interesting (among her heroes are Fr Alexander Men, Sergei Averintsev, Thomas Venclova, Fr Georgy Chistyakov). And yet “Life Itself” is not just a memoir, but an amazing experience of communicating with a good interlocutor — wise, attentive, sympathetic, able to rejoice and share his joy.
Publishing house of Ivan Limbakh, 440 p., 188 rubles.
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