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One evening, three young people went to the lawn of the official house to admire the stars. And they saw how the stars were gone.
years have passed. The stars never returned to the sky, one of the young men learned to be a doctor, the girl went to religion, and the second young man became a god.
Spin is a novel about the dying of humanity into space, about the imperfection of the demiurge, the search for a rescue circle in the raging ocean of a global catastrophe. But first of all, this is a novel about love.
This is a text created by the narrator in drug delirium. This is an insidious, deceptively transparent, but cramped web of words. This is a solid science fiction where the world born by the author does not raise the slightest questions. This is a legend about how people live a year after year, looking into the eyes of inevitable death daily. This is a novel-poem and a kakophonic novel, where the Big-band Duke Ellington rummies the Harlem air duct, Miles Davis piercing “seven steps to heaven”, and Astrud Zhilbert with a hoarse sings “the face that I love”.
And love will tear us to shreds. Again
years have passed. The stars never returned to the sky, one of the young men learned to be a doctor, the girl went to religion, and the second young man became a god.
Spin is a novel about the dying of humanity into space, about the imperfection of the demiurge, the search for a rescue circle in the raging ocean of a global catastrophe. But first of all, this is a novel about love.
This is a text created by the narrator in drug delirium. This is an insidious, deceptively transparent, but cramped web of words. This is a solid science fiction where the world born by the author does not raise the slightest questions. This is a legend about how people live a year after year, looking into the eyes of inevitable death daily. This is a novel-poem and a kakophonic novel, where the Big-band Duke Ellington rummies the Harlem air duct, Miles Davis piercing “seven steps to heaven”, and Astrud Zhilbert with a hoarse sings “the face that I love”.
And love will tear us to shreds. Again
Author:
Author:Уилсон Р.Ч.
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Science Fiction and Fantasy
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Paper:
Paper:Offset
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-389-20584-0
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