Все люди смертны

"Vse li͡udi smertny" - odin iz samykh izvestnykh i neobychnykh romanov Simony de Bovuar, frant͡suzskoĭ pisatelʹnit͡sy, laureata Gonkurovskoĭ premii, avtora knigi "Vtoroĭ pol".Znamenitai͡a teatralʹnai͡a aktrisa mechtaet o vechnoĭ slave. Ee terzaet myslʹ o tom, chto cherez sto let nikto ne vspomnit ee imi͡a, ne ostanetsi͡a li͡udeĭ, kotorye videli ee nesravnennui͡u igru na st͡sene. V odnom provint͡sialʹnom gorodke ona vstrechaet strannogo cheloveka, kotoryĭ, kazhetsi͡a, prebyvaet v vechnom transe. On ne est, ni s kem ne obshchaetsi͡a, ne pokidaet dvorik oteli͡a dazhe vo vremi͡a silʹnogo dozhdi͡a. Zaintrigovannai͡a Regina pytaetsi͡a blizhe poznakomitʹsi͡a s zagadochnym muzhchinoĭ i vskore uznaet, chto pered neĭ edinstvennyĭ na svete bessmertnyĭ chelovek. Ego vzgli͡ad - ėto propusk v vechnostʹ. Regina prosit Reĭmona Foska rasskazatʹ istorii͡u ego neveroi͡atnoĭ, pugai͡ushcheĭ zhizni dlinoĭ v 670 let. Italii͡a, Frant͡sii͡a, Ispanii͡a, I͡Uzhnai͡a Amerika, Anglii͡a… Kazhetsi͡a, vse vazhnye sobytii͡a zapadnogo mira proshli skvozʹ Reĭmona Foska, slovno pesok skvozʹ palʹt͡sy, ne ostaviv emu nichego, krome toski... i vospominaniĭ.

"All Men are Mortal" is one of the most famous and unusual novels by Simone de Beauvoir, a French writer, winner of the Goncourt Prize, author of the book "The Second Sex".The famous theater actress dreams of eternal fame. She is tormented by the thought that in a hundred years no one will remember her name, there will be no people who have seen her incomparable performance on stage. In a provincial town, she meets a strange man who seems to be in an eternal trance. He does not eat, does not communicate with anyone, does not leave the hotel courtyard even during heavy rain. Intrigued, Regina tries to get to know the mysterious man better and soon learns that he is the only immortal person in the world. His gaze is a passport to eternity. Regina asks Raymond Fosk to tell the story of his incredible, frightening life of 670 years. Italy, France, Spain, South America, England… It seems that all the important events of the Western world have passed through Raymond Fosk like sand through his fingers, leaving him with nothing but longing... and memories.