There was a lot of noise around the book because it seemed to attack Islam. To be honest, this is a bit loud, although, of course, both the author of the novel and his hero do not like Islam (only the first does not hide this, and the second is in no hurry to share his opinion with others, he is silent in a European way).

Those who don't know what to read and pester others to help them decide usually want it to be something interesting, but not too difficult; certainly worthwhile, but without unnecessary philosophizing. Listen, here it is - “Curly braces”, take it. This is definitely real literature: in the summer the book received a “National Bestseller” (albeit, perhaps, the most non-academic award).

In the middle of the 20th century, the Stremoukhov family lived in one of the remote towns of northern Kazakhstan. The descendants of the nobles, who know how and love to live on the land, left here without waiting for repression to reach them. And we found ourselves in a city full of exiled migrants. Educated like intellectuals and adapted to life like a village, they survived three waves of famine, taught children at school, showed neighbors how best to lay a stove or install glass.

Zeros of the eternal vine feed the night of the deserted God. The number zero recedes from the edge into the fog, growing horn. It's pouring river from smooth bodies: window threads weaving a veil seeds of the humpbacked word

Anna Matveeva, whom many call today’s first master of Russian short prose (the book was shortlisted for the Big Book 2015, after which it was republished literally in February), compiled a collection of stories dedicated to the nineties.

F-f-snorting Somewhere from the depths of silence Insect factories Call me I will become your food Production of goods I'm a good car For the sake of grumbling bells I will obediently drown in the moss To be a mother to you all Mariya iya Man Future Poetry

Life in the village moves slowly. And Senchin is in no hurry, describing this life in chapters that are more like independent stories. He doesn’t miss a single piece of firewood that the hero is about to put into the stove, melting the bathhouse. Not a single chicken that needs to be fed now. Not a single tool that you need to take with you when moving from village to city, because the village will soon be flooded by a man-made reservoir. Moving, by the way, is not just about packing things up.

A historian arrives in an unnamed city to find information about a century-old theatrical production that ended its story on opening night. As usual, all the color and atmosphere of the town fall on the guest’s head: he is surrounded by wonderful characters who don’t let go until the end of the book, show him secret places, and tell him (not) fictitious stories.

At the age of 18, Lev Nikolaevich wrote the rules that he tried to follow all his life - Every morning, assign yourself everything that you have to do during the day, and do everything assigned. - Sleep as little as possible. - Bear all bodily troubles without expressing them outwardly. - If you have started any business, then do not quit it without finishing it. - Don’t worry about the approval of people you either don’t know or despise.

Kobrin K.R. Sherlock Holmes and the birth of modernity: Money, girls, dandies of the Victorian era. - St. Petersburg: Ivan Limbach Publishing House, 2015. - 184 p. It seems that Sherlock is one of the few characters from Victorian culture who still remain firmly in our horizons.

Zuleikha opens her eyes. The novel begins with this phrase. This phrase begins several new scenes throughout the book. With this phrase a couple of times, Zuleikha’s painful thoughts end and her actions begin - in spite of everything and everyone. This phrase runs like a dotted line, no, a red line, through the entire novel, being a symbol of Zuleikha’s inflexibility and her humanity. In my opinion, this is a clumsy and flat technique. Why am I talking about techniques right away?

The story and life of Danila Terentyevich Zaitsev. Danila Zaitsev. Alpina non-fiction. 2015 I'll make a disclaimer right away. Of the seven notebooks of “Tales and Lives,” I read only two, so my review can be considered biased. I did not read further and did not intend to write about this book. But then she received the “NOS” award, and I still decided to take up the pen. After all, I will not leave you, my dears. So why did I quit reading? Not interested?

You probably already know that the Great American Novel must always be either a family saga, with twisted ropes of psychological problems and complexes of all the heroes, or a success story: the road from rags to riches with the clear awareness that being a prince is no less dirty, but much more disgusting.

Illustration from the book “Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club” There are books in the world, after reading which peace reigns in the soul, and peace in the heart. At least for a while. However, the property of these books is such that they can be re-read regularly and each time you receive the necessary portion of positive energy. Having a literary tranquilizer on hand is a great happiness, which perhaps not everyone smiles on.

The birth, when the heroine was born, was very difficult, the whole house helped, and she still survived. True, she drowned a few years later, having gone too far from the coast. She was born again, managed to survive a fateful day at sea, grew up, learned to be a typist, faced the war and died under the wall of a house collapsing from a bomb.