Union. Novel. Stilmark A.R.

The book began seven years ago in my old Volga, on which I drove my sons to a school from the village of Lom to Rybinsk. Ninety-roller back and back. I loved to go to the village, and then again for children - “Volga” loved to eat and consumed with joyful rumbling as much as 15 liters per hundred miles. So I sat in the cold and heat in Rybinsk, waiting for children and, so as not to hang out in vain, I began to write a book. What she will be, I did not know. Just started writing, and that’s it. And then - where the curve will take out. The curve carried it into an intriguing plot, into endless adventures, into cruel battles between unprecedented animals; the insidious inhabitants of the state Ravil and Russia; warlike tribe of Churov and giant monkeys; dilons and wild gingerbreads.

it was so exciting that I myself learned about the victories of my heroes only when I managed to state everything on paper, because at the beginning of the battles and intrigue I did not know - how everything would end. < /p>

I won’t tell you out of harm: read yourself :)