Бабий ветер

V t͡sentre povestvovanii͡a ėtoĭ, podchas shokirui͡ushcheĭ, rezkoĭ i bolevoĭ knigi - Zhenshchina. Geroini͡a, v i͡unosti - parashi͡utistka i pilot vozdushnogo shara, perezhiv lichnui͡u tragedii͡u, vynuzhdena zani͡atʹsi͡a sovsem inym delom v drugoĭ strane, mozhno skazatʹ, v zazerkalʹe: ona kosmetolog, zhivet i rabotaet v Nʹi͡u-Ĭorke. T͡Selai͡a verenit͡sa strannykh personazheĭ prokhodit pered ee glazami, ibo, po rodu svoeĭ nyneshneĭ professii, geroini͡a stalkivaetsi͡a s fantasticheskimi, na segodni͡ashniĭ denʹ pochti obydennymi "gendernymi perevertyshami", s obeskurazhivai͡ushchimi, a to i ottalkivai͡ushchimi kartinkami zhizni obshchestva. I, kak ni stranno, iz ėtoĭ girli͡andy, po vyrazhenii͡u geroini, "kalek" vyrastaet groteskovyĭ, tragicheskiĭ, nichtozhnyĭ i vysokiĭ obraz sovremennoĭ li͡ubvi. "Ėta povestʹ, v kotoroĭ net ni odnogo maternogo slova, dolzhna by vyĭti pod grifom 18+, a luchshe 40+ - ibo vse v neĭ nastolʹko obnazheno i bezzashchitno, t͡sinichno i pronzitelʹno intimno, chto vo mnogikh st͡senakh kraska styda zalivaet lit͡so i pleshchetsi͡a v serdt͡se, - rasteri͡annoe. . . V t͡sentre povestvovanii͡a ėtoĭ, podchas shokirui͡ushcheĭ, rezkoĭ i bolevoĭ knigi - Zhenshchina. Geroini͡a, v i͡unosti - parashi͡utistka i pilot vozdushnogo shara, perezhiv lichnui͡u tragedii͡u, vynuzhdena zani͡atʹsi͡a sovsem inym delom v drugoĭ strane, mozhno skazatʹ, v zazerkalʹe: ona kosmetolog, zhivet i rabotaet v Nʹi͡u-Ĭorke. T͡Selai͡a verenit͡sa strannykh personazheĭ prokhodit pered ee glazami, ibo, po rodu svoeĭ nyneshneĭ professii, geroini͡a stalkivaetsi͡a s fantasticheskimi, na segodni͡ashniĭ denʹ pochti obydennymi "gendernymi perevertyshami", s obeskurazhivai͡ushchimi, a to i ottalkivai͡ushchimi kartinkami zhizni obshchestva. I, kak ni stranno, iz ėtoĭ girli͡andy, po vyrazhenii͡u geroini, "kalek" vyrastaet groteskovyĭ, tragicheskiĭ, nichtozhnyĭ i vysokiĭ obraz sovremennoĭ li͡ubvi. "Ėta povestʹ, v kotoroĭ net ni odnogo maternogo slova, dolzhna by vyĭti pod grifom 18+, a luchshe 40+ - ibo vse v neĭ nastolʹko obnazheno i bezzashchitno, t͡sinichno i pronzitelʹno intimno, chto vo mnogikh st͡senakh kraska styda zalivaet lit͡so i pleshchetsi͡a v serdt͡se, - rasteri͡annoe chelovecheskoe serdt͡se, vo vse vremena otvazhno i upri͡amo mechtai͡ushchee tolʹko ob odnom: o li͡ubvi…". - Dina Rubina.

At the center of the narrative of this sometimes shocking, harsh and painful book is a Woman. The heroine, a parachutist and balloon pilot in her youth, after experiencing a personal tragedy, is forced to do something completely different in another country, one might say, through the looking glass.: She is a cosmetologist, lives and works in New York City. A whole string of strange characters passes before her eyes, because, by the nature of her current profession, the heroine is confronted with fantastic, almost everyday "gender shifters", with discouraging, and even repulsive pictures of society. And, strangely enough, from this garland, as the heroine puts it, "cripples" grow a grotesque, tragic, insignificant and lofty image of modern love. "This story, in which there is not a single obscene word, should have been published under the heading 18 +, and preferably 40+ — because everything in it is so naked and defenseless, cynical and piercingly intimate that in many scenes the blush of shame floods the face and splashes into the heart, confused. . . At the center of the narrative of this sometimes shocking, harsh and painful book is a Woman. The heroine, a parachutist and balloon pilot in her youth, after experiencing a personal tragedy, is forced to do something completely different in another country, one might say, through the looking glass.: She is a cosmetologist, lives and works in New York City. A whole string of strange characters passes before her eyes, because, by the nature of her current profession, the heroine is confronted with fantastic, today almost mundane "gender shifters", with discouraging, and even repulsive pictures of society. And, strangely enough, from this garland, as the heroine puts it, "cripples" grow a grotesque, tragic, insignificant and lofty image of modern love. "This story, in which there is not a single obscene word, should have been published under the heading 18 +, and preferably 40+ — because everything in it is so naked and defenseless, cynical and piercingly intimate that in many scenes the blush of shame floods the face and splashes into the heart — the confused human heart, at all times bravely and stubbornly dreaming of only one thing: love...". — Dina Rubina.