Paris... Moscow

Roman-Essa Al. Raulmichina is a kind of literary focus. In our eyes, a purely everyday story about a series of days filled with pictures from nature and judgments without embellishment, turns into a kind of self-portrait in the interior of the era. There is no single plot in the work, chronology is intentionally broken. But reading this emotional text is insanely interesting. Here, reality is intertwined with myths, presents the language of travel prose, the recent past is poured into memoirs with the bright and unilent sketches of the lives of well-known writers, and the years who have gone in history add up to the family chronicle. The novel, of course, "spiny", although not a scandal for the sake of. But "offended" preliminary publications in the press only passages from the novel turned out to be plentifully, and without the noise.
The book will appeal as fans of serious prose, able to hear a cry of the soul, suffering for the fatherland and entertainment fans