YUriy Polyakov ne boitsya predstat pered chitatelem v razvitii. Ego oshibki, zabluzhdeniya, metaniya, obolscheniya, razocharovaniya proishodyat ne ot zhelaniya prisposobitsya, prilnut, «vstroitsya», a ot stremleniya razobratsya v tom, «kuda vlechet nas rok sobytiy?» V suschnosti, tot put, kotoryy za minuvshie tridtsat let prodelal molodoy «progressivnyy» prozaik, pytavshiysya lechit sovetskuyu vl...