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Andrey Levkin . Gypsy Novel: Tales, Stories / Preface. Vyacheslav Kuritsyn - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “Our Brand”). - 379 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0191-2.
Contents : “Junkyard”, “Essay”, “Chapaev: Birthplace - Riga”, “Co-local studies”, “Memling as an absolute spirit of small size”, “ The onset of autumn in Kolomna ”, “ August, thirty-first ”, “Gypsy Book of Changes” ", " Princess Mary ", "Virus: Horror of Arzamas", " Here, where it squashes and sausages ", "Seven in the evening on Tsvetnoy Boulevard", Steppenwolf in Russian", "Blind Spot on Chistye Prudy", "Russian Showdown" .
Sparing the nerves of a typical consumer of serial books (and “Our Brand” is the new, one hundred and ninety-seventh, probably, series of “Amphora”), compiler Pavel Krusanov turned Andrei Levkin - recognized # 1 in Russian “meta-metafiction” - into a completely mainstream and even slightly, in the Pavich style of a pop prose writer. You won’t be able to completely neutralize Krusanov’s plan, but read the book at least not back to back. However, even if in a row, the cobweb energy of each individual text will make it quite difficult for you to orientate yourself in the lived-in space of reality. “The few critics who... dare to write about Levkin ,” it is written on the fourth page of the cover, “ usually quote something about angels .” But we are not critics. We are annotators. And so let’s quote something about people.
From “Russian Showdown”: In this country, a symbiosis of people and the state has been achieved. In fact, there was no state at all - that is, there were no traditional legal, financial and juridical cells. Here it was made up of the people themselves, and the people went to meet it, the state. They somehow got used to each other, and any agreements between them were fed by their blood, lymph and some other substance, if you name it and define it, you can control them. This substance was the state. Instead, the substance-state was fuzzy and lax - in order to give its constituent parts the freedom that was dear to their souls. Physiological xenophobia and historical shortsightedness directly followed from this state of affairs.
Pavel Krusanov . Immortelle: Tale, stories. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “Our Brand”). - 317 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0217-Х.
Last spring, P. Krusanov's novel " Angel's Bite " was in vogue in both capitals. This fall, “Amphora” decided to almost entirely re-publish his recent “Borey-Art” collection “ To Forge the Grass ” - without the story “ Here you will win ” and without the foreword by Alexander Sekatsky , but with the addition of two “prose fragments” written after “The Bite” under the general name "Bom-bom...".
From the short story “The One Who Rings the Angels ”: Why did Kommersant need a simulation of death? Perhaps such things (death) become necessary after their loss, like a tram salon when a controller appears; There is another option: having lost weight, girls often throw away their previous photographs. Moreover, in a sense, Kommersant really died - at least he decisively changed the company. What is it like there, in the desired fragrant spheres? Perhaps Kommersant himself will talk about this, or someone else who has gone through Kommersant’s path, but in any case, this is the area of another text, which - who knows - will be written someday.
Victor Lapitsky. Borges died: Stories. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “Our Brand”). - 222 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0181-5.
Actually, it was with this book that the “ Our Brand” series opened. A significant start. The title alone is worth it. The text of the collection consists of the title and date "1986" . The miniature(s?) from the Ex nihil series takes up 6 blank pages. In other works, the phrases are long, well-fed, colored here and there with non-trivial metaphors. Like Nakhimovites on leave - with bouquets.
Victor Lapitsky is an excellent translator from English and French. His interpretations included “Red Grass” by Boris Vian , the novels of Vernon Sullivan , “The Last Man” by Maurice Blanchot, “Fragments of a Lover’s Speech” by Roland Barthes , “The Chimera” by Barthes John , “The Infernal Desire Machines of Dr. Hoffman” by Angela Carter , “Frankenstein Unchained” Brian Aldis . In RJ Lapitsky reviewed “The Hatred of Poetry” by Georges Bataille .
From the story “About Angels ”: At the very first moment I penetrated under his skin and spread there with lightning speed over boundless boundaries, immediately giving it a completely unthinkable, I repeat, impenetrability. Oh, it was bigger than the universe! Both in scope and in its privacy. And it was chaos, streams of desire in an ocean of blood, unrestrained and unenlightened - ancient, wild power! But then endless moments flashed by, and I was there, always here! - and among the muddy suspension, a handful of cold sparkles suddenly sparkled, and immediately sparkled, shimmering with garlands of constellations, a precious brocade of swelling lights. They quickly lost their star-shaped sharpness, filling with a calm, slightly subdued radiance - these were souls...
P.M. Bicilli . The tragedy of Russian culture: Research, articles, reviews / Comp., collection. Art., comment. M. Vasilyeva. - M.: Russian way, 2000. - 608 p.; circulation 2000 copies; ISBN 5-85887-073-2.
A representative volume of works by the most prominent philosopher and culturologist of the first wave of emigration, most of which were not reprinted in Russia. Literature and music. Bergson and Eikhenbaum.
Quote: From a historical and literary point of view, it is important that Turgenev studied the art of verbal depiction from Gogol, and it is no less important that Gogol borrowed many elements of his art from the microscopic Narezhny. But from a cultural and philosophical point of view, something completely different has a deep symbolic meaning: that life did not bring Pushkin together with Lermontov, Tolstoy with Dostoevsky, and separated Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Nekrasov from Turgenev. The great Russian writers “did not know” about each other, just as “one truth does not know about another,” just as the Pythagorean theorem about Euclid’s postulate “does not know.” From the point of view of historical empiricism, what Belinsky said a hundred years ago remains in force: we have great writers, but no literature. From a philosophical point of view, this is simply meaningless. Mathematical truths “do not know” one another, but they all belong to mathematics and cannot exist outside of mathematics, which means one without the other.
E.A. Gurevich, I.G. Matyushina. Poetry of the skalds / Answer. ed. E.M. Meletinsky . - M.: RSUH, 2000. - 752 p.; circulation 1000 copies; ISBN 5-7281-0067-8.
Fundamentally. Meticulously. Linguistically. For example, chart 4 is entitled: "Handings involving the first consonants of consonantal groups."
Quote: The value of drapery was determined not by its larger size than was usual for a vis cycle, or by any features of its content that would distinguish it from flock (otherwise a song of praise of this type could not be converted into drapery), but solely by the presence "steva". The fact that the latter was not only an integral feature of the drapery, but could even be attributed to the role of a unique representative of it, is indicated by the previously mentioned and so characteristic of Icelandic prose and especially the “sagas of the Icelanders”, the manner of quoting the laudatory poetry of skalds, when from all written by the skald Stev was the only one who brought the drapes.
E.R.Dodds. The Greeks and the Irrational / Trans. from English and after. M.L. Khorkova. - M.-SPb.: Moscow Philosophical Foundation, University Book, Cultural Initiative, 2000. - 318 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-85133-021-Х, ISBN 5-7914-98-3.
Eric Robertson Dodds (1893-1979) - Irish scientist, friend and salon opponent of WB Yeats ; during the liberation uprising of 1916, he took an anti-nationalist position; in 1918 he moved to England and taught at universities there until his death. The Greeks and the Irrational (1951) is the best known of his few books; it is based on a course of lectures of the same name, given at Berkeley in 1949. Chapters : “Apology for Agamemnon”, “From the “culture of shame” to the “culture of guilt”, “The benefits of frenzy”, “The dream system and the cultural system”, “Greek “shamans” and the origins of the doctrine of purification”, “Rationalism and the reaction to it in the classical era", "Plato, the irrational soul and the "hereditary conglomerate", "Fear of freedom". Appendix : "Menadism".
The translator's afterword is in casually conversational tones: “Unexpectedly important in Dodds’ life... turned out to be J. Stewart’s class on Plotinus. At first six people signed up for it, but then the audience was reduced to two, because Stewart was a useless teacher. These two were Eric Dodds and a quiet American who had just transferred from Harvard, where he was writing a paper on Bradley's philosophy. The American's name was T. S. Eliot .
Quote: Empedocles' fragments are the only primary source from which we can form some idea of what the Greek shamans were really like. In addition, Empedocles is the last Greek shaman. After his death, there were no more such people in the Greek world, although they continued to be found quite often in other lands.
A sensational anthropological monograph; published in the original language in 1972. Chapters : “Sacrifice”, “Sacrificial Crisis”, “Oedipus and the Sacrifice of Absolution”, “Genesis of Myths and Ritual”, “Dionysus”, “From Mimetic Desire to the Monstrous Double”, “Freud and the Oedipus Complex”, “Totem and Taboo” and incestuous prohibitions", "Levi-Strauss, structuralism and marriage rules", "Gods, dead people, sacred, sacrificial substitution", "The unity of all rituals."
Quote: Desire is fundamentally mimetic , it is copied from an exemplary desire; it chooses the same object as this sample... Two desires, colliding on the same object, become an obstacle for each other... As soon as a person submits to the thundering imperative “imitate me” everywhere, he is almost immediately sent to the inexplicable “not imitate”, plunging him into despair and giving him into slavery to the executioner - most often involuntarily. Desires and people are designed in such a way that they constantly send conflicting signals to each other, and each one is the less aware that he is setting a trap for the other, that at this time he himself is ready to fall into a similar one. Far from being limited to a few pathological cases, as the American psychologists who described this phenomenon believe... the double contradictory imperative, or rather the network of contradictory imperatives in which people continually catch each other, must be recognized by us as an extremely banal phenomenon, perhaps the most banal - and even more than that: as the basis of all interhuman relations.
Gaston Bachelard . Earth and dreams of will / Transl. from fr. and preface B.M. Skuratova. - M.: Publishing House of Humanitarian Literature, 2000 (series "French Philosophy of the 20th Century"). - 384 pp.; circulation 10,000 copies; ISBN 5-87121-024-4.
Be careful. It's easy to go crazy. Read the following quote slowly, on your tiptoes. Control yourself.
From the chapter “Soft Matter. Understanding Dirt”: Our struggle with the viscous cannot be described in passing. Only vision can “put it in brackets,” close the eyelids, put it off until tomorrow to look inside, and first of all begin to study the approaches. The hardworking hand, the hand animated by dreams of work, immediately enters the battle. It intends to force the adhesive matter to become solid; it follows a temporal pattern of action that imposes progress. In reality, she thinks nothing other than squeezing , kneading, being active. If it does not become the strongest, when it is irritated because it is defeated, mired and stuck in glue, it ceases to be a hand and becomes some kind of shell covered with skin. In such cases, it may suffer from viscousness, just as the nose, cheek or forearm suffer. And she herself already feels the closeness of the denouement. It is very funny to note that he who is afraid of viscous matter gets stuck in it everywhere ... The forces felt during experience are perceived by the imagination as dynamology, so that the imagination experiences itself as dynamogeny. If I had to survive the sticky at any cost, I would turn into glue myself . I would - God forbid! - he placed sticky branches in the bushes for the birds, whistling hypocritical songs on his pipe.
Georges Bataille . Theory of religion. Literature and Evil / Trans. from fr. Zh. Gaikova, G. Mikhalkovich. - Mn.: Modern writer, 2000 (series “Classical Philosophical Thought”). - 352 s.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 985-456-677-2.
An ingot of native memento mori at a public price.
Quote: In front of me is a table, a chair, a bed. They represent the labor spent on their production... In fact, I myself had to work hard to be able to pay for all this, that is, theoretically, I was forced to compensate with equally useful labor the work of the workers who made and delivered this furniture here...
But here I put a large glass of alcoholic drink on the table.
My work was beneficial, I bought a table, a glass, etc.
But this particular table is no longer a means of production: it enables me to taste alcohol. By placing a glass of alcohol on the table, I destroyed that table, or at least destroyed the labor that went into making it.
Umberto Eco. Five essays on ethics / Transl. with it. Elena Kostyukovich; comp. and preface author. - St. Petersburg: Symposium, 2000. - 159 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-89091-125-2.
“When another comes on the scene”, “Understanding the war”, “Eternal fascism”, “About the press”, “Migrations, tolerance and the intolerable”. A stereotypical reissue of an elegant little book from 1998 (Eco came to us that year).
Quote: Then there is no need to ask for whom the bell tolls.
Paul de Cruy. Microbe Hunters / Trans. from English O.P. Chervonsky. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “Eureka!”). - 359 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0196-3.
The life dates of this American popularizer of science could not be found on the Internet. But it has been established that it was de Cruy who was the author of the aphorism “To go crazy, you have to have it.” O. Chervonsky's translation was first published in 1940 and immediately became part of the status reading of inquisitive teenagers. For some reason, it seems like “Microbe Hunters” is being recited in velvety, kindest voices by the staff readers of the first program of the All-Union Radio. “Chapter six,” teacher Gordeev purrs instead of exercising. “Mechnikov: cute phagocytes.” “Chapter eight,” Nikolai Litvinov picks up after dinner. “Ru and Bering: beating up the guinea pigs. Krible, krable, boom!”
Quote: Leeuwenhoek... was a big drinker, and the only ill health he knew was a certain weakness in the mornings after these libations. He despised and hated doctors - how can they know anything about the diseases of the body if they do not know about its structure and a thousandth part of what he himself knew? And Leeuwenhoek had his own theories - quite wild - regarding the reasons for this brokenness. He knew that there were a lot of small balls floating in his blood - he was the first person to see them. He also knew that these balls must pass through very narrow capillaries in order to get from the arteries to the veins - wasn't he the one who discovered those tiny blood vessels in the fish's tail? Well, therefore, it is quite clear that after a stormy night his blood becomes too thick to pass freely from the arteries to the veins! So, you need to liquefy it somehow!
Yasunari Kawabata . Snow Country: Tale, short stories / Trans. from Japanese Z. Rahima. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “New Collection”). - 283 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0176-9.
The earliest, saddest - and therefore probably the best - book by the first Nobel laureate from the Land of the Rising Sun. There are only two short stories in “Snow Country”: “Elegy” and “Dancer from Izu”.
Quote: Just think, Shimamura tried to convince himself, the game of a young provincial geisha!.. She plays in an ordinary room, but behaves as if she were on stage... And Komako sometimes deliberately read the text in a tongue twister, sometimes skipped some phrases, saying that here, they say, the rhythm was slow, but gradually she became as if possessed, her voice sounded more and more loud, and the sounds of the shamisen began to acquire such melody that Shimamura even became scared. What will it come to?.. With ostentatious indifference, he fell on his side and supported his head with his hand.
When the Kanjinte ended, Shimamura breathed a sigh of relief. But, alas and ah, the girl is in love with him... But this suddenly made him sad and ashamed.
Thomas Stearns Eliot . Hollow people / Transl. from English; comp., preface and approx. Viktor Toporov . - St. Petersburg: Crystal, 2000 ("Library of World Literature: Small Series"). - 464 pp.; circulation 10,000 copies; ISBN 5-306-0018-5.
In a very critical of the Nobel laureate ( “Eliot was an innovator, but he was not a pioneer. That honor belongs to Ezra Pound” ), the book’s director claims that its composition exactly corresponds to the “author’s canon” - that is, simply put, chronology of writing texts. However, “alternative” translations of some of them are included in appendices dubbed the “First Parallel” and the “Second Parallel” (the difference between the “parallels” is never explained). Many poems have been translated anew - mainly by J. Probstein; the compiler did not waste time on trifles and pleased us only with fresh vocalizations of unconditional hits - “Prufrock”, “Hippopotamus” and “The Hollow Men” itself. Eliot's world, according to Toporov, ends not with a sob, but with a “shudder.”
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (translation by N. Berberova; first stanza):
Well, let's go, you and me,
At the hour when evening fell in the sky,
Like a patient on a table under ether.
Well, let's go through the deserted quarters,
Refuges of calmly murmuring nights,
In cheap rooms that are rented out "for the night"
In beer halls strewn with oyster shells.
The streets stretch like boring arguments,
They sneak cunningly from house to house,
Leading to the damn question...
Oh, don't ask: which one?
Let's go and visit whoever we should.
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (translation by A. Sergeev ; first stanza):
Well, I'll go with you,
When under the sky the evening subsides like a sick one
Under chloroform on the surgeon's table;
Well, let's go along the sparsely populated streets -
Sawdust on the floor, oyster shells
In cheap pubs, in muttering dens,
In shelters for sleepless nights:
The streets are led like a boring dispute,
And they will bring point blank
To the murderous question for you ...
Do not ask what.
Well, let's go there.
"Song of love of J. Alfred Prufrok" (translation by V. Toporov; the first stanza):
We went together, perhaps
Already the evening of the sky was crucified,
As a patient under a knife anesthesia.
We went in places half -timed,
With stale beds
Hotels on a one -time wait,
Beer, covered with oyster husk,
Went in places depressingly intrusive
And on the idea of leading
Set you that one is the only significant question ...
What question? Come on!
Let's go to visit.
Ernst Junier . Heliopol: Roman / Per. with him. Galina Kosarik . - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “New Age”). - 446 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0175-0.
A pressing pseudo-assembly structure built in 1949. Junger is already 54. Behind - the militaristic frenzy of youth, a deaf, emphasized aesthetic confrontation between National Socialism, the Western Front. Ahead - hermit, charisma of a black magician and death at the age of 103. Approximately the middle. Gloomy danta forest.
The translation of Galina Kosarik saw the light in 1992.
Quote: It seems that they stumbled upon the historical department of the library, the title indicated quite old books. The first, which was discovered by Lucius, described the story of the suffering of a dog, which was removed the brain and then artificially supported life in it. The book was published in a state publishing house in Petrograd in 1930. In the preface, this achievement was extolled as a triumph of science.
Then Winterfeld handed him a thin book in a neat leather binding and pointed to the title: "A memorial note regarding the industrial use of human skin, compiled by many scientists and submitted for consideration by a high convention in the fruiting of the 4th year." Lucius threw her on the floor and took up the bunch of brochures. It seems that they were devoted to the positive results of studies on the spread of poisonous substances and poisons by air. Among other things, there was a description of the equipment of the factory for the mass production of the causative agent of the children's paralysis, published in the year of salvation, 1952, in Indianapolis.
Arthur Kestler . The century of lust: Roman / Per. from English Arkady Kabalkina. - M.: Gudyal-Press, 2000 (series "Collection"). - 400 s.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8026-0077-2.
The Age of Longing (1951) was written 10 years after the famous " blinding darkness " and was the last book of Hungarian naturalized in England, which was related to current policy. And at the same time - and his last novel. (In the future, Kestler was carried away by Non-Fiction: Science, ethnic history and esotericism.) The "era of insatiability" (with "lust" A. Kabalkin overwhelmed) is very similar to "darkness". Principal pessimism, Russian surnames, angry feelings, lingering philosophical disputes. Only the action takes place not in the Stalinist dungeons, but in the Parisian slums of the mid-50s. However, the inhabitants of these slums are about to switch to the dungeons: France under the heel of the Union, and the invasion will soon break through.
As you know, this is another anti -utopia. Blinding regardless of the previous one , but synchronously with her: two years are not a gap. Apparently, then there was such a time. You will not have fun.
Quote: - I will read you a translation of an excerpt from the poem by Alexander Blok "Twelve".
The light went out almost entirely, and in the remaining red glow of Leontyev he began to recite the poems with a deep, but unexpectedly soft voice, accompanied by an accompaniment on the theme of the march of the Budyonny cavalry, inspired by millions of fighters of the civil war. The combination of music, sinister light, Leontyev’s voice and the drunk champagne and so made a strong impression on those present; All together, with the words of the poem - the unbridled, vulgar, obscene, mystical credo of the revolution, called by someone a "symphony of mud" - made his way from head to toe. The flattering blonde sobbed, and the tears rolling on her cheeks resembled a drop of blood in a reddish twilight.
Hedgehogs Kosinsky . Painted bird: Roman / Per. from English V. Kogan; edited by B. Ostanina . - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series "Slavic cabinet"). - 286 s.; circulation 6000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0227-7.
One hundred and ninety -eighth series of Amphora opens with a debut and most scandalous book (1964) of an extremely scandalous American writer. The Polish immigrant pierced the entire reading West with "autobiographical" notes about difficult military childhood. And later it turned out that this childhood is mystification. Not even alien. The whole fictional.
In Russia, Kosinsky is also known for the story of Being there (translated by Ilya Kormiltsev - " Gardener "). And the film Hal Eshby , shot based on the specified story.
Quote: I read my first book with the help of Gavrila. It was called "childhood"; Her hero, the same little boy like me, already lost his father on the first page. I read this book several times, and she filled my heart with hope. Her hero was also not easy: after the death of his mother, he was left completely alone and yet, having overcome all the difficulties, he grew up and became, according to Gavrila, a great man. It was Maxim Gorky, the great Russian writer. The regiments of the camp library were laid down by his books, they were known all over the world.
Charles Bukovsky . Bread with ham: Roman / Per. from English Yu. Medveko; afterword Paul Kiotti. - St. Petersburg: that "new cultural space" with the assistance of the humanitarian information and publishing agency "Literal", 2000. - 272 p.; circulation 2000 copies; ISBN 5-86789-128-3.
Book born in 1982. Memories of a depressive youth that came for a period of great depression. The publication is luxurious, gift. It’s for nothing that Viktor Kogan did not take any participation in Russian. They probably turned to him, but he was just over the “painted bird” .
Quote: And then I glanced at my reflection - a face disfigured by acne and scars, in an essential shirt. I looked like an animal that came out of the forest thicket. Why did I get? I felt completely faint, but continued to stare. The dance is over, the music was silent. The couples were talking quietly. They were natural, educated and educated. When did they manage to learn secular conversation and dancing? I did not speak either language or legs. We were not on equal terms. They are useful girls and sympathetic guys. And for such a freak like me, even to look at one of these girls was already too much, not to mention going closer to her. Yes ... these dances were inaccessible to me.
Amin Maaluf . The gates of the Levant: Roman / Per. from French E. Murashkintseva. - M.: Text, 2000 (series "Text"). - 270 s.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-7516-0202-1.
Maaluf (b. 1949) stands out from a number of Arab writers, now living in France, by refusing the social interpretations of nationalism and professes the genre of mythological and historical novel. His heroes and plots are borrowed from the eastern fairy tales (the heir to the Ottoman throne, the palace near Beirut, wanderings and imprisonment), but events are based on real facts: the culmination of the Vet Levant (1996) is the Arab -Israeli war of 1948.
Quote: It was then in Adan and throughout Anatolia that the massacre began. The Levant land experienced the most vile moments of its history. Our empire was shameful, and many bastard states suddenly appeared on its ruins, where everyone called to his god with a request to make others the prayers. And on the roads ("on the roads", probably. - RSG ) the first columns of refugees stretched.
Philip K. Dick . Pottery of the sky. Friend of my enemy: novels / Per. from English Belova, M. Kondratyeva. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series "Classical Fantasy"). - 407 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0205-6.
American Philip Kindred Dick (1928-1982) - the primary genius, the true (no matter how William Gibson boasted) the founder of Cyberpank and not only. If you read it, you know that. If you didn’t read it, read it immediately. What is there to add. Unless the fact that Amphora changed her habits and was generous into new translations. PSS is pushed.
Quote: I don't want to leave here, Joe thought. Even if glimmung dies. But ... what kind of world will it be without glimmung? A world controlled by a book; a mechanical world in charge of a car calend; The world is without freedom. The book every day will dictate to us what to do, and we will fulfill it. And finally, the book will tell us that the time has come to die. And we...
Philip Dick. The connection of the times was torn. Three stigmata: novels / Per. from English V. Benkovsky, A. Chekha. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series "Classical Fantasy"). - 407 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0206-4.
"... the connection of the times" is the best (after the " Castle ") Roman Dick. He had various consequences in literature and cinema. Let's say that the film "Show Truman" appreciated by many is only the cowardly, dedicated adaptation of this amazing book. In the credits, the screenwriter did not even refer to Dick. Vandal.
Quote: Ragl put fifty cents on the counter.
- Do you have beer? - he asked. - the voice sounded strange: thinly and very deaf.
The seller in a white apron and hat looked at him for a long time, but did not move. Nothing happened around. Children, cars, wind - everything was silent. Everything froze.
The fifty -cento -act flew to the side and fell through the slot of the counter. He rolled. Gone.
“I think I'm dying, Ragl thought.
He was seized with horror. He wanted to say something, but his lips did not obey. He drowned in silence.
“Not that,” Ragl thought. “Only this is not. This was already with me.”
The kiosk of non -alcoholic drinks scattered into pieces. On molecules. Ragl saw the particles that constituted it: colorless, not possessing any qualities. He saw that the kiosk of non -alcoholic drinks no longer exists. There are no seller, cashier, a car for pouring oranges, cranes with coca and lemonade, bottle stickers, sausages, pots with mustard, a long row of round metal covers, under which ice cream of various varieties used to be in tanks.
Instead of all this, there was a strip of paper.
Ragl held out his hand and took it.
On the strip was printed:
Kiosk of soft drinks
Union catalog of the "Swedish shop"