How does the average Russian differ from the average Putin - but nothing. Except for the worse. Putin took Crimea from democratic Ukraine? And we also want Kharkov, Odessa, Kyiv. And the Americans seem to understand this already.
Once a girl came up to me on the street (I was eating a pie) and asked me to take a picture in broken Russian.
While chewing, he began to wipe his hands on his pants, but then it turned out that it was not her who needed to be photographed, but me.
Original. With the same success, one could wish to photograph a tomato bush that grew near a pie kiosk from a half-eaten tomato last year. However, with much greater success.
After the session, the girl began to explain why she needed it. She, it turns out, shoots the faces of passers-by for the album. So that in America they don’t think that the Russians are only Putin. From her story it followed that Putin is terrible even compared to me.
I took offense. “What is this all of a sudden? Normal Putin! I had a civic feeling.
Probably, if I had been drunk, like that citizen at the recent celebration of the Day of the Paratrooper, I would have shouted slogans and taken away the camera from the girl. But I was only after eating a pie, so nothing happened. So she slipped away in full confidence that not everyone in Russia is like Putin.
Not true. All.
How does the average Russian differ from the average Putin - but nothing. Except for the worse.
Putin took Crimea from democratic Ukraine? And we also want Kharkiv, Odessa, Kyiv and Alaska to boot. What for? That was.
Putin chose Trump for you - we also liked this eccentric. Putin is fighting in Syria, so this is the first war in almost thirty years that we are waging on a territory other than ours, thanks already. If Putin does not suit us with something, it is with domestic politics, and it is not particularly visible from America. And here-not satisfied with the fact that Putin is not enough.
In general, the problem is not in Putin. The problem is the Russians.
And the Americans seem to understand this already. Actually, girls with cameras are their “liberals”, “good faces”. Ethical foodies.
A normal average American eats what they give. And they give him what in psychology is called the objectification of personality.
To “objectify” means to dehumanize, to turn into an object. The object is not a pity. Before the object is not ashamed. To do some meanness to a person (for example, to rob or kill), one must not consider him a person.
They say that this is preparation for the inevitable war - to reset the deadlocked global financial system.
There are many "buts" here: the theory of deterministic pseudo-random systems (in American - "chaos theory") is a complicated thing. If you want peace, prepare for war; if you want war, prepare for peace. No "financial elite" will invest one hundred percent in one scenario. Even if it seems that there is no alternative to war, it is impossible not to have a plan of action in case there is not. In general, not everything is so bad.
But let's proceed from the assumption that everything is moving towards war. And then it turns out that on our philistine "section of the front" an American girl with a camera is an extremely useful creature. It is working against the "war scenario" - preventing its financial elites from preparing the population for war with us.Nonsense, trifle, but true.
But then our “good faces” do a useful thing! In the same way, they say: “We are good, look how good they are. We are for homosexuality and against aggression. It's all Putin"... And the conditional American people are scratching their heads: "Yes, fir-pals, they are good, it's all Putin... Let's not kill them, it's better to give Navalny some more money."
Well, who is hurt by this? Let Navalny open headquarters and march “against the clock” (salting), let them talk on Ekho Moskvy (what do they say there? .. I don’t know), let everything go as it goes.
Many small troubles are better than one big one.
We are accustomed to viewing our Russian “opposition” as a government project aimed at solving internal political problems: to drive all the dissatisfied into one stinking place so that there are no others dissatisfied, and this stinking place is to cherish, cherish at Gazprom’s expense and control (well, like Azefovshchina or the Leningrad Rock Club).
What if it's even prettier?
What if the opposition not only channels protest moods, but also fulfills an important government task, like Stirlitz? I don't know, some kind of distraction activity on the front lines...
Digesting my pie, I suddenly realized one simple, but stunningly important thing. "Putin's plan" exists. It’s just that not everything in the world (who would have thought) follows it.
We usually pay attention to what is not going according to the Plan, and get angry: well, everything is lost, there is no plan, lies and betrayal are everywhere, we are defenseless in the harsh wind of history!
And we do not pay attention to what is going according to the Plan. So you can’t pay attention to this - so that it goes further along it. "Money loves silence", and plans...
And thought again.
I would very much like our president to say: “Brothers and sisters! The situation is critical, so McDonald's is closing." And further: “We do not produce tomatoes or medicines - how long, comrades? All to the machine!
Really want to.
But to the machine ... Well, we have someone, right?
Born in the family of the famous opera singer Grigory Pirogov (1885-1931).
The future actor became interested in theater at school, where he was called "Lyusik". Participating in amateur performances together with Leonid Varpakhovsky, Maria Mironova, Anatoly Kubatsky, he firmly decided to study as an actor. After graduating from the Theater Studio under the direction of Zavadsky, Pirogov remained in his theater. But he played very little.
In 1937 he was an actor of the Rostov Drama Theatre.
According to the recollections of colleagues, Faina Ranevskaya often spoke about Leonid Grigorievich as a very talented, but completely unclaimed actor.
In the mid-1950s, Pirogov left the Mossovet Theater and moved to the Film Actor Theater Studio. In the same years, he actively began to act in films.
Having inherited an excellent bass from his father, Leonid Pirogov worked a lot on the radio, participated in the recording of records, voiced cartoons. His most famous works in animation: Chernomor (<Сказка о царе Салтане>, 1935), uncle Styopa (<Дядя Стёпа>, 1935), Kozma Minin (<Великие страницы>, 1936), Porthos (<Три мушкетёра>, 1936), Moidodyr (<Мойдодыр>, 1937), Barmaley (<Бармалей>, 1937), Bermyaga (<Снегурочка>, 1954), Harvest (<Чудесница>, 1956).
In 1929 he graduated from the Theater Studio under Yuri Zavadsky, worked in Moscow theaters and on the radio.
In 1941-1953 he was an actor of the Mossovet Theatre.
Since 1953 - an actor in the Theater-studio of a film actor.
Theater and film actor, pupil of Yuri Zavadsky.
He was buried at the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow.
film roles
1968 Two comrades served: episode
1967 Sea stories:: Pyotr Karpov
1967 Dr. Vera: episode
1966 Bad anecdote:: father of the bride
1966 On thin ice:: Remizov
1965 Extraordinary assignment:: staff captain Getmanov
1965 We, the Russian people:: priest
1964 Blue cup:: an old man with a balalaika
1963 Short Stories
:: Polyakov
1962 Seven nannies:: maitre d'
1962 We love you:: member of the artistic council
1962 Without fear and reproach:: player on the run
1961 Lyubushka:: general
(short)
1961 Duel:: Bityugov
:: social worker
:: Vakulin
1958 Mayakovsky began like this ... :: Count Vorontsov
1958 Volunteers:: constructor
1957 To the Black Sea:: Ivan Biryukov
:: refugee
:: Fast Ivan Nikolaevich
1955 The fate of the drummer:: "old man Yakov"
1955 Ways and Fates: Professor Garmash
1955 Ghosts leave the peaks:: the interlocutor of Kortets
1954 Sisters Rakhmanov:: Rogozhin
1954 "Bogatyr" goes to Marto :: Larsen
1953 Silver dust | Silver Dust:: Detained Unemployed
1953 Whirlwinds hostile:: leader-anarchist
(short) :: guitar guy
1952 Composer Glinka: Bayan
:: James Byrnes
1947 Miklukho-Maclay: Professor Ozerov
1946 White Fang:: gold digger
1945 Hello, Moscow! :: master
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(animated) :: Cat Vasily
(animated) :: Fungus-teremok
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1954 Golden apples:: Beryozkin and watchman
) - Russian literary critic, publicist.
short biography
According to Volodikhin, Pirogov - " a pronounced soil student who dares to declare that without soil there can be nothing good in literary creativity at all.<…>No one will listen to him, but he is right. His truth is simple: believe, do not lie, sympathize with people.<…> ».
According to Rudalev, - Pirogov " starting from a literary information occasion, he goes into his forest, where he cuts philosophical letters.<…>Pirogov is a sociocultural thinker writing an adequate diary of our time».
Writer Vladimir Gugnin (Guga) mentioned Pirogov as "a venomous and uncontrollable critic, prone to nationalism."
Other
In an interview in 2010, L. Pirogov called the text his best article.
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Notes
Links
- in LiveJournal
- in the newspaper "Culture"
- L. Pirogov.// Nezavisimaya Gazeta (report at the Antibooker Prize, January 2001)
- L. Pirogov.(Facebook post, April 2016)
- <интервью Игорю Панину>// Literary newspaper, July 27, 2011, No. 30 (6332)
- V. Shiryaev. // Ural, 2011, No. 11
An excerpt characterizing Pirogov, Lev Vasilyevich
She took the inkwell from Nikolai.“Now, now,” he said, wetting his pen.
“You know how to do everything at the wrong time,” Vera said. - Then they ran into the living room, so that everyone felt ashamed for you.
In spite of the fact, or precisely because what she said was perfectly true, no one answered her, and all four only looked at each other. She hesitated in the room with an inkwell in her hand.
- And what secrets can there be between Natasha and Boris and between you at your age - all just nonsense!
“Well, what do you care, Vera? - Natasha spoke intercessively in a quiet voice.
She, apparently, was to everyone even more than always, on this day kind and affectionate.
“It’s very stupid,” Vera said, “I’m ashamed of you. What are the secrets?...
- Everyone has their own secrets. We don’t touch you and Berg,” Natasha said, getting excited.
“I think you don’t touch it,” Vera said, “because there can never be anything bad in my actions. But I'll tell my mother how you get along with Boris.
“Natalia Ilyinishna treats me very well,” said Boris. “I can't complain,” he said.
- Leave it, Boris, you are such a diplomat (the word diplomat was in great use among children in the special meaning that they attached to this word); even boring,” said Natasha in an offended, trembling voice. Why is she coming to me? You will never understand this,” she said, turning to Vera, “because you have never loved anyone; you have no heart, you are only madame de Genlis [Madame Genlis] (this nickname, considered very offensive, was given to Vera by Nikolai), and your first pleasure is to make trouble for others. You flirt with Berg as much as you like,” she said quickly.
- Yes, I’m sure I won’t run after a young man in front of the guests ...
“Well, she got her way,” Nikolai intervened, “she told everyone troubles, upset everyone. Let's go to the nursery.
All four, like a flock of frightened birds, got up and left the room.
“They told me trouble, but I didn’t give anything to anyone,” Vera said.
— Madame de Genlis! Madame de Genlis! laughing voices said from behind the door.
The beautiful Vera, who produced such an irritating, unpleasant effect on everyone, smiled and, apparently not affected by what she was told, went to the mirror and straightened her scarf and her hair. Looking at her beautiful face, she seemed to become even colder and calmer.
The conversation continued in the living room.
- Ah! chere, - said the countess, - and in my life tout n "est pas rose. Can't I see that du train, que nous allons, [not all roses. - with our way of life,] our state will not last long! And it's all a club, and its kindness. We live in the countryside, do we rest? Theatres, hunts, and God knows what. But what can I say about me! Well, how did you arrange all this? I often wonder at you, Annette, how it is you, at your age, ride alone in a wagon, to Moscow, to St. Petersburg, to all the ministers, to all the nobility, you know how to get along with everyone, I wonder!
- Ah, my soul! - answered Princess Anna Mikhailovna. “God forbid you find out how hard it is to be a widow without support and with a son whom you love to adoration. You will learn everything,” she continued with a certain pride. “My process taught me. If I need to see one of these aces, I write a note: “princesse une telle [princess such and such] wants to see such and such” and I myself go in a cab at least two, at least three times, at least four, until I achieve what I need. I don't care what they think of me.
- Well, what about, whom did you ask about Borenka? the countess asked. - After all, here is your officer of the guard, and Nikolushka is a cadet. Someone to bother. Whom did you ask?
Once a girl came up to me on the street (I was eating a pie) and asked me to take a picture in broken Russian.
While chewing, he began to wipe his hands on his pants, but then it turned out that it was not her who needed to be photographed, but me.
Original. With the same success, one could wish to photograph a tomato bush that grew near a pie kiosk from a half-eaten tomato last year. However, with much greater success.
After the session, the girl began to explain why she needed it. She, it turns out, shoots the faces of passers-by for the album. So that in America they don’t think that the Russians are only Putin. From her story it followed that Putin is terrible even compared to me.
I took offense. “What is this all of a sudden? Normal Putin! I had a civic feeling.
Probably, if I had been drunk, like that citizen at the recent celebration of the Day of the Paratrooper, I would have shouted slogans and taken away the camera from the girl. But I was only after eating a pie, so nothing happened. So she slipped away in full confidence that not everyone in Russia is like Putin.
Not true. All.
How does the average Russian differ from the average Putin - but nothing. Except for the worse.
Putin took Crimea from democratic Ukraine? And we also want Kharkiv, Odessa, Kyiv and Alaska to boot. What for? That was.
Putin chose Trump for you - we also liked this eccentric. Putin is fighting in Syria, so this is the first war in almost thirty years that we are waging on a territory other than ours, thanks already. If Putin does not suit us with something, it is with domestic politics, and it is not particularly visible from America. And here-not satisfied with the fact that Putin is not enough.
In general, the problem is not in Putin. The problem is the Russians.
And the Americans seem to understand this already. Actually, girls with cameras are their “liberals”, “good faces”. Ethical foodies.
A normal average American eats what they give. And they give him what in psychology is called the objectification of personality.
To “objectify” means to dehumanize, to turn into an object. The object is not a pity. Before the object is not ashamed. To do some meanness to a person (for example, to rob or kill), one must not consider him a person.
They say that this is preparation for the inevitable war - to reset the deadlocked global financial system.
There are many "buts" here: the theory of deterministic pseudo-random systems (in American - "chaos theory") is a complicated thing. If you want peace, prepare for war; if you want war, prepare for peace. No "financial elite" will invest one hundred percent in one scenario. Even if it seems that there is no alternative to war, it is impossible not to have a plan of action in case there is not. In general, not everything is so bad.
But let's proceed from the assumption that everything is moving towards war. And then it turns out that on our philistine "section of the front" an American girl with a camera is an extremely useful creature. It is working against the "war scenario" - preventing its financial elites from preparing the population for war with us.
Nonsense, trifle, but true.
But then our “good faces” do a useful thing! In the same way, they say: “We are good, look how good they are. We are for homosexuality and against aggression. It's all Putin"... And the conditional American people are scratching their heads: "Yes, fir-pals, they are good, it's all Putin... Let's not kill them, it's better to give Navalny some more money."
Well, who is hurt by this? Let Navalny open headquarters and march “against the clock” (salting), let them talk on Ekho Moskvy (what do they say there? .. I don’t know), let everything go as it goes.
Many small troubles are better than one big one.
We are accustomed to viewing our Russian “opposition” as a government project aimed at solving internal political problems: to drive all the dissatisfied into one stinking place so that there are no others dissatisfied, and this stinking place is to cherish, cherish at Gazprom’s expense and control (well, like Azefovshchina or the Leningrad Rock Club).
What if it's even prettier?
What if the opposition not only channels protest moods, but also fulfills an important government task, like Stirlitz? I don't know, some kind of distraction activity on the front lines...
Digesting my pie, I suddenly realized one simple, but stunningly important thing. "Putin's plan" exists. It’s just that not everything in the world (who would have thought) follows it.
We usually pay attention to what is not going according to the Plan, and get angry: well, everything is lost, there is no plan, lies and betrayal are everywhere, we are defenseless in the harsh wind of history!
And we do not pay attention to what is going according to the Plan. So you can’t pay attention to this - so that it goes further along it. "Money loves silence", and plans...
And thought again.
I would very much like our president to say: “Brothers and sisters! The situation is critical, so McDonald's is closing." And further: “We do not produce tomatoes or medicines - how long, comrades? All to the machine!
Really want to.
But to the machine ... Well, we have someone, right?
Editor-in-Chief of the Literary Study Publishing House, chairman of the organizing committee of the All-Russian Gorky Literary Prize, initiator of the public movement "People's Ministry of Literature" and editor-in-chief of the children's developing magazine "Luchik 6+". Author of the books “I want to be poor” (2011) and “The first after Pushkin” (2016)
Abstract
A literary critic who needs no introduction. A set of brilliant and paradoxical essays from Pirogov, where the reader is constantly asked formidable and malicious questions that he is not able to answer.
Lev Pirogov
What is this story about?
These pies are not to be eaten.
And to death - four steps
What will calm the heart
Simplicity is better than theft, or about the miracle of God
Hindi-Rusi, schwein, schwein
Kamo knock?
Listen to your "Valenki"
Alien vs. Predator
Our wives are loaded with guns
Two in a skirt, not counting the grammar
Sixties. Unusual dead
Fountain of love, fountain of life...
The boy was, is and wants to eat
Happy the same
Underground or Underground
Who to save?
The world as we knew it is coming to an end
I will give my homeland in good hands
That's why they don't like you
You can live like this, or about Russian long-suffering
Why I was not on the "Russian March"
What do they do when we are not looking at them?
shameful prudence
Elections. Belt
President M.D.
stubborn nature
About fair decency
I am Surkov propaganda
Series continuation
Sim we will win
Russians. Too narrow
The class struggle of children
Power and democracy
Palm thieves
About Patience
End of creative
Small people - big swimming
Conscience as a resource
rolling friction
Marusya shot herself
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RESISTING NATURE
What is this story about?
Five works have been named - finalists for the next Belkin Prize, awarded for the best story of the year. I will share my impressions.
Three good stories and two, let's say, "objectively reflecting the state of the literary process" reached the final.
Two of the good ones I would call rather short stories. (Perhaps the authors wrote them as stories, but the editors, mindful of the award, decided “let there be a story.” This also “reflects the state of the literary process”: we call stories stories, stories novels, and novels “events” and rarely write It hits first of all the story: in the "stories" now there are lyrical sketches and skits, but oh well.)
Although it's not okay: the genre is a "personality model" (the choice of personality configuration determines the scale of the event, and the scale of the event determines the volume of the text). So, if the genre is shrinking, what does it say? ..
It turns out that all five stories "reflect".
Afanasy Mammadov. The cop had a dog // Friendship of peoples. - No. 9. - 2010.
The life of one of the Baku courtyards in the dreary perestroika years, when the "People's Front" expels the Armenians and those who are "lucky" move into the houses they left behind. It is written a little strained - not because the author cannot write, on the contrary: because he remembers what he can and tries to write well. The characters from this came out a little too ethnographic - he tried too hard to convey intonations, “color”: not just people, but special people, but the catch is that “special” is always a little less than “just people”. (For example, Alexander Ilichevsky in the novel "The Persian" happily avoided this trap.)
But you also sympathize with “special” people, getting used to them (yes, maybe it’s necessary, after all, a foreign culture, you’ll get there alive). Mammadov is a real artist, his text breathes, lives; and his beauty is real - seen, not invented.
It is very important, in my opinion, that beauty is born not from a successful selection of words, but comes from life: that is, the artist noticed something in life and accurately, if possible without frills (which can harm accuracy) conveyed it.
For example: the courtyard is preparing for the holiday, a ram was slaughtered, its head lies on the ground. And then Mammadov writes: “Around her one can guess life that has not yet flown away, quietly crossed the last line; this “not quite yet” is felt by green flies and a wounded cat, frozen in Egyptian style on the roof of the yard toilet.”
Have you seen it?.. It's like in painting: there is a “good eye”, and there is a “good hand”, and the eye is much more important. The artist offers not to admire his skill, “see how I can”, but invites you to look at the world with him, to admire the beauty of the world. Even if it is not “beautiful beauty”, but a dead head.
“This ram, when it walked around you and shook its fat tail, had more soul than the whole court,” in the words of one of Mamedov's characters.
What is this story about? The fact that good in people is able to overcome evil, even if they themselves do not become good from this. And even in a policeman named Gul-Bala, there is still no less soul than in that sheep.
Ivan Naumov. Boy with a saber // Friendship of peoples. - No. 3. - 2010.
The case takes place in one of the long-suffering Yugoslav provinces, divided into "areas of responsibility" of NATO and Russian troops. In an Orthodox enclave in an area populated mostly by Muslims. (However, the author does not call them that, he has all ethnonyms and toponyms conditional, because it is not a matter of religions and peoples.)
In general, those who are more are preparing to kill those who are less. The Russian special services organize the leakage of weapons from the unit, so that those who are fewer have something to defend themselves. The small Russian contingent takes the fight. The protagonist dies, and with him an Italian officer dies, who entered the battle contrary to his job description. Just because the day before I saw a monument in the town - "a boy with a saber", who once avenged the invaders for his father and was martyred. Or not just because.
Naumov is not such a subtle lyricist as Afanasy Mamedov, his “material” itself will not tolerate this, but I want to say about him and his heroes: “People with a courageous and tender soul.” These words, alas, have been worn out for a long time: we rarely have a chance to understand that where there is courage, there is also tenderness. The ability to accept death is strongly associated with the ability to appreciate and understand life, and if you live for real, then you write for real (and not “to literature”).
However, everything is fine with Naumov’s literature, he is a mature master, he just doesn’t want to talk about “merits” here. This is not "military prose", no more "military" than Tolstoy's story "The Cutting of the Forest". And even more so not Makaninsky "man in the war." Here man is everywhere man.
What is this story about? Pointless question. All clear.
Anna Nemzer. Captivity // Banner. - No. 7. - 2010.
Well done writer for writing this. Even reading was not easy, let alone writing… No, no, the efforts are not visible, on the contrary: it is written easily, with drive. The author's intonation with signs of colloquial speech, even somewhat annoyingly, for my taste, climbs to the fore. But most critics appreciate it, they call it the word "language", so ...
The story leaves a sense of phantasmagoria. The action takes place either on the eve of the war, or in late Soviet times, or here, or in Afghanistan. What is happening where is also difficult to understand that the writer copied her heroes, mostly military people, not from nature, but from the television series Cops.
The reality of the events described is also in doubt: for example, it all starts with the fact that the execution of a deserter is commanded by the commander of the division, and the poor fellow is shot by a squad in some strange numerical strength - eighteen people. Maybe that's how it should be?
I don't know, I'm not sure. Please don't ask me what this story is about. "About life".
Alisa Ganieva. Salam to you, Dalgat! - M.: AST, Astrel, 2010.
About scary Dagestan teenagers. Teenagers, they are generally scary, but Dagestan, you see, especially. Do you agree? Well read. Nothing special, just like people. And there are many such books. (In the first, second and third place, Vladimir Kozlov's "Gopniks" are remembered, and in the last - "A Clockwork Orange".)
Such stories are always interesting to read. The author succeeds remarkably in the speech of the characters, it firmly sticks in the head, it has a negative, but strong charm. I even got a paradoxical, perhaps too bold thought: Ganieva loves these people. With all their bestiality, with all the hardships they cause themselves and others. Likes "black". And this is a valuable gift.
After all, we often want to be loved white, naively stick out our virtues, and even when we say “love me the way I am,” we mean by this some valor. And we rarely think about the fact that only the one who fell in love with us weak, “out of shape” (in relation to writers - “not for the best thing”), fell in love with the defeated, humiliated and chilled, like the truck driver Rubik - the proud Georgian falcon, only he truly loved us.
So I somehow hoped that it was about love for the motherland, this story.
Sergey Krasilnikov. Critical Strike // October. - No. 4. - 2010.
Sorry for the harshness, which, however, I will try to avoid. I don't understand this literature. And even the one who says he understands could not explain to me what she was talking about.
Allegedly, it has "a feeling of hopelessness, the invincibility of evil, being driven into a stone dead end, and that is why it is so difficult to read."
So, then, about the invincibility of evil? ..
It also allegedly contains "a lot of irony, grotesque, and sluggish plot."
Is it good or bad?
In my opinion, the sluggish one could be smaller ...
I won't try to explain either. I don’t know, maybe, according to the author’s intention, everything falls into place after the last paragraph, but for some reason everything became irresistibly clear to me after the first one: “All my childhood they told me about people who survived after a lightning strike. This was started by my grandmother: as I remember now, she was carrying something about her cousin's nephew ... "
And after that I “carried” what was said about my grandmother, somehow I suddenly understood everything at once - both about the narrator and about the story that he is going to tell.
Yes, there is enough grotesque... Something like a satire on the life of modern Latvia comes out from under it, but for the life of me - it's not interesting. It was interesting about Yugoslavia, Dagestan and Azerbaijan, but for some reason not here. (Next year, by the way, I hope to read something about Russia. Not in the sense of the Federation, but simply.)
It is difficult to say which story will be declared the winner. In my opinion, Ivan Naumov and Afanasy Mammadov should compete, but the jury may lean towards Alisa Ganieva (here the story was a success, and the girl is smart, beautiful, and of current blood), and Anna Nemzer (after all, a lot of work has been done , and, as we remember, you can love not for the "best thing"), but if you want the laurels of the last scandalous "Booker" - then to Sergey Krasilnikov.