Pasternak
19.99 €
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Pasternak
19.99 €
Mikhail Elizarov is the author of the novels "Earth", "The Librarian" (Russian Booker Prize) and "Cartoons" (shortlisted for the National Bestseller Prize), short story collections "Nails" (shortlisted for the Andrei Bely Prize), "We Went Out for a Smoke for 17 Years" (the reader's vote prize of the NOS Prize).
The novel "Pasternak" consists of battles and philosophical disputes, it is called an intellectual thriller, an orthodox action movie with elements of Dostoevshchina and Tarantino. The poet Pasternak appears here as a gigantic demon, the spawn of evil, capturing the minds of Russian intellectuals, and the fight against him is waged not with words, but with weapons. "Lvov sees an electric pole stuck obliquely into the ground. Wires, like steel cables, hold it up, so it looks like the cross of a cathedral dome. A huge creature sits motionless on the crossbar. It spreads its jagged wings. Their webbed underside is moon-white in color and covered with inscriptions. The giant horse skull still bears the distorted human features of the dead poet. Its eyes burn with a pale, putrid glow. Black slime trickles from its wings but does not drip to the ground, remaining inside the entity as if it were not demonic flesh oozing out, but the wind rippling the oil silk of the robe on the corpse's birdlike shoulders. Lvov tries to read the inscriptions on the wings, hears the priest's voice, "Don't read the dactyl on these pteras!"
The novel "Pasternak" consists of battles and philosophical disputes, it is called an intellectual thriller, an orthodox action movie with elements of Dostoevshchina and Tarantino. The poet Pasternak appears here as a gigantic demon, the spawn of evil, capturing the minds of Russian intellectuals, and the fight against him is waged not with words, but with weapons. "Lvov sees an electric pole stuck obliquely into the ground. Wires, like steel cables, hold it up, so it looks like the cross of a cathedral dome. A huge creature sits motionless on the crossbar. It spreads its jagged wings. Their webbed underside is moon-white in color and covered with inscriptions. The giant horse skull still bears the distorted human features of the dead poet. Its eyes burn with a pale, putrid glow. Black slime trickles from its wings but does not drip to the ground, remaining inside the entity as if it were not demonic flesh oozing out, but the wind rippling the oil silk of the robe on the corpse's birdlike shoulders. Lvov tries to read the inscriptions on the wings, hears the priest's voice, "Don't read the dactyl on these pteras!"
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