CDMP3 amort. The head of the novel

A novel about the Russian artist, the Austrian aristocrat, about India, “which is not a country, of course”, and that “there are no living those who loved” ...
Opening at the opening, dazzling novelty and completely crazy freedom in the usage. The text shimmers with color, like wet smart, which falls into the color beam.
Alexey Parshchikov
This is a poet of unique states with a brilliant internal reading.
Alexander Illychevsky
The Sphinx has a bull, the face of a woman, cat paws and wings of a gypsy angel. It stands at a crossroads between India, Crimea, Europe and Russia, with his back to the rational world, facing the extra -spring source.
Andrey Tavrov
What Solovyov does is does not look like anything, and does not squeeze anywhere, neither in anticipation, nor in the performance. Therefore, it is doomed in a literary turnover for repulsion. This letter is kept not by tricks, invented by generations of the novelists, but on the miracle of words and a sense of happiness.
Mikhail Shishkin