Vspominaya moih neschastnyh shlyushek

Povest o pore, kogda zhelaniya esche zhivy, a sily uzhe na ishode, - i o strannoy, pochti misticheskoy lyubvi, nastigshey cheloveka v kontse bezdar-no prozhitoy zhizni, polnoy unyloy raboty i poshlogo, sluchaynogo seksa.
Lyubov, sluchivshayasya teper, gibelna i prekrasna, ona napolnyaet suschestvovanie geroya novym smyslom - i pozvolyaet emu na mgnovenie uvidet bez prikras i illyuziy vsyu krasotu, zhestokost i bystrotechnost bytiya. . .