Memories are the most expensive! The issue is called 'The Abyss'. Based on a short story (plays by that title I've never read) by Ray Bradbury & #39; The Chicago Abyss' (1972). For some reason there is no surname of the screenwriter, although it is exactly he ' expanded ' the author's text, which ' retrospective' monologue performed by Sergei Yursky displayed in full.
I always liked Ray Bradbury because his works are filled with optimism and faith in man. And even this gloomy-pessimistic TV show is no exception, because whatever abyss of human madness Bradbury shows, it always gives people a chance to fix. This ' chance' in ' The Abyss' is an old man whose main fault before the law is that he remembers the world before it was destroyed. And they are looking for him only in order to shut his mouth & #39, thereby forever burying the fairy-tale world of the past, revived in the monologues of the old man.
In 1987, the release did not make a special impression on me, because the term 'postapocalyptic' was not yet, and Bradbury’s work was perceived through the prism of completely different works (Martian Chronicles, Fahrenheit 451, Dandelion Wine). It's different now. In addition, the death of the science fiction writer last year makes the texts of prophecy take a different view, as do excerpts from some of his books: '. . Death is a form of reckoning with the cosmos for the wonderful luxury of being alive. I know to myself: I did a good job every day of my life, eighty years. It's fucking great, isn't it? . . 39;/Ray Bradbury