Like any brilliant writer, who also turned out to be a real tuning fork, Mikhail Zhvanetsky will always be perceived by his contemporaries ambiguously. And above all, because the era, in which he had to serve even a searchlight, but a small flashlight, just a reminder that the light exists has long ended. And he tried to remain this flashlight, tried to blink in the world and, perhaps, did not even notice the moment when the darkness was thickened so much that no spotlights, not like lanterns.