Maybe it sounds strange, but the writer Pyotr Aleshkovsky loves people. The «fat Moscow journalist», a transparent autobiographical character in Aleshkovsky’s new collection of short stories about the fictional Bolokhonye, has a big heart. He embraces everyone he meets.
Maybe it sounds strange, but the writer Pyotr Aleshkovsky loves people. The «fat Moscow journalist», a transparent autobiographical character in Aleshkovsky’s new collection of short stories about the fictional Bolokhonye, has a big heart. He embraces everyone he meets. More and more often these are people pushed to the sidelines of life: an unsuccessful farmer, a Goth girl nicknamed Fatal, a university teacher with a broken roof, a drunkard Tamaritsa, in the past the first beauty of the village, ex-nurse Gennadievna, who decided to wash her face with the statue of Lenin. Their life would be completely unhappy if the doors in the looking glass did not suddenly open in it. If the horse didn’t suddenly turn into a unicorn, the fellow travelers into wolf cubs, and the chicken’s eggs didn’t turn out to be golden. There is no story in which at least an inconspicuous, but a miracle that brings comfort and love does not happen. All this is only because Aleshkovsky feels sorry for his heroes. I say: good prose.
Eksmo, 288 p.