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«Mir nadoel bogu, kak plohoj teatr, gde truppa zanoschiva i bestalanna, hor molchit, a stupeni zhertvennika vechno v krovi. Poetomu bog davno syuda ne zahodit». Tak govorit Moras, geroj romana, napisannogo dvadcat' let nazad, no zvuchashchego teper' kak predosterezhenie. Eto kniga o plavanii v chuzhih, zapretnyh vodah, dnevnik cheloveka, uverennogo v tom, chto svobodnaya mysl', a znachit, i zhizn' vozmozhny tol'ko vopreki, vse ostal'noe — lish' himicheskie processy. Eto roman-puteshestvie, gde geroi uchastvuyut v drevnej misterii i pogibayut, potomu chto drugie vozmozhnosti okazyvayutsya vozmozhnostyami dlya drugih. Pervaya kniga Leny Eltang popala v korotkie spiski premii Andreya Belogo i «Nacional'nogo bestsellera» i s tekh por neskol'ko raz pereizdavalas'. «Prichudlivaya smes' evropejskogo kriptodetektiva (v tradicii Umberto Eko i Borhesa) s otechestvennym blazhenstvom nishchih duhom». Tak pisala o romane kritika, nazyvaya ego shedevrom i luchshim russkim romanom poslednih let.