. . . At that time presents this painful life incomprehensible gift ?. . The moment you open the book Viktor Yerofeyev, you immediately feel the dual effect of contact with the long familiar, but absolutely unprecedented, the shock of meeting with hell and heaven at the same time, committed within each of us, the absolute incomprehensibility of something, seemingly quite hackneyed and banal. You do not know from what to choke - indignation sacrilegious scenes and characters or the rarefied atmosphere of hushed, but clearly perceived martyrdom of holiness.