Ожог

Geroi fantasmagoricheskogo romana 'Ozhog' Vasilii͡a Aksenova - pisatelʹ, uchenyĭ, vrach, muzykant i skulʹptor - nosi͡at raznye imena, sovpadaet u nikh tolʹko otchestvo Apollinarievich. Kazhdyĭ zhivet svoeĭ zhiznʹi͡u, odnako s nimi proiskhodi͡at skhozhie sobytii͡a, vse oni vti͡anuty v setʹ avtorskikh assot͡siat͡siĭ, shutok, pʹi͡anykh dialogov i riskovykh li͡ubovnykh istoriĭ.Deĭstvie proiskhodit v Moskve i Leningrade, v Krymu shestidesi͡atykh-semidesi͡atykh godov i v 'stolit͡se Kolymskogo krai͡a' Magadane sorokovykh-pi͡atidesi͡atykh - ili vdrug perenositsi͡a v Afriku, Ameriku, na Lunu. Roman napisan s udivitelʹnoĭ dli͡a semidesi͡atykh godov, kogda on byl sozdan, svobodoĭ mysli - nastoi͡ashchai͡a obzhigai͡ushchai͡a proza. Vozmozhno, otsi͡uda i nazvanie romana - 'Ozhog'.V tu nochʹ v teatre na balkone nochi 'Sevilʹskogo t͡siri͡ulʹnika' davali i Nedodali!Po zelenym shtoram i͡a polz naverkh, chtob v knigu predlozheniĭ vpisatʹ moi͡u li͡ubovʹ, li͡ubovʹ k Rossini. Rossini milyĭ, i͡unyĭ italʹi͡anet͡s, tvoi͡a strana, tvoi nochnye bliki, tvoi fontany, devushki i fleĭty obmanom mne Nedodany spolna!Meni͡a naduli i͡avno s uverti͡uroĭ, mne nedodali partii͡u klarneta, v Rossii mne Rossini ne khvataet, i ėto podtverdit li͡uboĭ kontrolʹ!Mileĭshiĭ Gert͡sen, ne budi Rossii͡u! Diti͡a li͡ubvi, naprasno ne staraĭsi͡a! Puskaĭ ee razbudit italʹi͡anet͡s, brodi͡aga shalyĭ v rvanykh kruzhevakh!Vasiliĭ Aksenov

The heroes of the phantasmagoric novel "Burn" by Vasily Aksenov - a writer, scientist, doctor, musician and sculptor - have different names, they only have the same patronymic Apollinarievich. Everyone lives their own lives, but similar events happen to them, they are all involved in a network of author associations, jokes, drunken dialogues and risky love stories.The action takes place in Moscow and Leningrad, in the Crimea of the sixties-seventies and in the 'capital of the Kolyma Region' Magadan of the forties and fifties - or suddenly transferred to Africa, America, to the moon. The novel was written with amazing freedom of thought for the seventies, when it was created - a real burning prose. Perhaps, hence the name of the novel - 'Burn'.That night in the theater on the balcony of the night of the "Barber of Seville" they gave and did not give enough!I crawled up the green curtains to write my love, my love for Rossini, into the book of proposals. Rossini dear, young Italian, your country, your night glare, your fountains, girls and flutes have been deceived by me in full!I was obviously cheated with the overture, I was not given the clarinet part, I don't have enough Rossini in Russia, and any control will confirm this!Dear Herzen, don't wake up Russia! Child of love, don't try in vain! Let her be woken up by an Italian, a naughty tramp in torn lace!Vasily Aksenov