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Hmm:)
I haven't read much from A.B.S.'s works –
"The Country of Crimson Clouds," "The Road to Almatea," "Picnic," "A Beetle in an Anthill," "The Troubled Business," "Monday..." Just off the top of my head. Oh, and "The Hotel..."
(By the way... in my edition, the ghoul Alfred is "rehabilitated," not "freed." So maybe Boris Strugatsky wasn't so wrong in his opinion about power? (Correction after rereading – not about power. About BUREAUCRATS. Something like in Bulgakov...))
"Monday..." is something unimaginable. I've never laughed so much before:)
By the way... something I read came to mind... darn, who remembers the title? Here's the plot:
1) A writer, a Soviet man, trying to write "useful and good" things, but he can't – his free spirit demands it! – and he secretly, in the evenings, opens a folder with his most cherished work and writes, writes, writes...
Parallel to this, in the world of the "folder" –
2) A strange city where it ALWAYS rains. The rain is only liked by children, and only at a certain age. There are no CHILDREN OLDER than this age in the city. They simply disappear. There are also some sick people in the city (rumor calls them "wet ones") with whom these children communicate. The main character, the writer, is "sent to his homeland" by Mr. President... he tries to UNDERSTAND what is happening in the city...
It's a great story... I forgot the title... Darn.
I haven't read much from A.B.S.'s works –
"The Country of Crimson Clouds," "The Road to Almatea," "Picnic," "A Beetle in an Anthill," "The Troubled Business," "Monday..." Just off the top of my head. Oh, and "The Hotel..."
(By the way... in my edition, the ghoul Alfred is "rehabilitated," not "freed." So maybe Boris Strugatsky wasn't so wrong in his opinion about power? (Correction after rereading – not about power. About BUREAUCRATS. Something like in Bulgakov...))
"Monday..." is something unimaginable. I've never laughed so much before:)
By the way... something I read came to mind... darn, who remembers the title? Here's the plot:
1) A writer, a Soviet man, trying to write "useful and good" things, but he can't – his free spirit demands it! – and he secretly, in the evenings, opens a folder with his most cherished work and writes, writes, writes...
Parallel to this, in the world of the "folder" –
2) A strange city where it ALWAYS rains. The rain is only liked by children, and only at a certain age. There are no CHILDREN OLDER than this age in the city. They simply disappear. There are also some sick people in the city (rumor calls them "wet ones") with whom these children communicate. The main character, the writer, is "sent to his homeland" by Mr. President... he tries to UNDERSTAND what is happening in the city...
It's a great story... I forgot the title... Darn.
"Мы не герои. Мы сильны. Мы упрямы. Мы стараемся соблюдать условия контракта. Но мы не умираем за проигравших." Костоправ
"Мы не поклонники честной игры, если ее можно избежать. Девиз Отряда – максимальная эффективность при минимальном риске." Костоправ