Dwarf pit. Squares M.

connoisseurs have long known Mikhail Kardatov, one of the most peculiar poets of present Russia. It seemed to many that his poems, in which wonderful creatures commit miraculous actions, were separated by an insurmountable moat from reality surrounding us. Having written his first novel, this moat was scorching this moat, supplying his poetic archipelago with a clear coordinate net. This is a fraudulent romance, protein, turning into a treatise, a guide, then a catalog, then cosmogonic legend. “Dwarves” are the dwelling of gnomes, gnomes, gnomius - agents of the earthen elements, and Moscow of the nineties, where Russian boys and Russian uncles, finding themselves in the ruins of their former life, wandered in a brown, scurried back and forth business somnambulas, sorrowful, sorrow They dragged, counted and rewritten the goods randomly attached to them. The portrait of this era performed by Kvadratov is both recognizable and unusual, which makes it especially convincing. The stubborn search for meaning in this exemplary existence leads the author and his hero to the world of alchemical elements and the threat of the gods, send the reader in the footsteps of the warlocks of the Petrine era and mystics Chekist. But the main platform on which the book takes place is cramped, clearly defined and meticulously discharged. This is the red gate, Basmanny streets, Bauman's garden, Yauza, German Sloboda. On this site, the author creates a new bewitching Moscow myth, telling about life, which lifts in the ground and at the same time trembles on the wings of a butterfly.