Red triangle. Chizh A.

The color of this prose is red. And the place of this book is on a shelf next to the masterpieces of anti -utopia J. Orwell, l. Carroll, T. Tolstoy... Anton Chizh’s new novel - looks like an absurd fairy tale - conveys a picture of our life much more accurately than the most detailed and truthful report. Absurd. Absurdity. Wildness. I was looking for an office, but I got to some terrible abandoned plant. And this is in the center of St. Petersburg! And you wander with rolled rubber slums in search of a way out, you wound a circle behind the circle, attracting the attention of the inhabitants of the ruins, some evil freaks, and pray them for help. But in response the same thing: "There is no way out!" But it doesn’t happen! The way out should always be! Or are they right after all? And really there is no way out? Not at all...