Zigzags of love. Prison romance And I'll sit for another four years.
It hurts like you want to go home.
I'll go to bed, but I can't sleep.
And when I sleep, my beloved will dream.
She is not my wife, but a friend.
She found her husband in prison. . .
The character of Irina Muravyeva in “Moscow does not believe in tears” (1979) lost her feet in search of a worthy groom. Not some Goshi, aka Jora, aka Goga locksmith, and farce, packed, chic. After all, life is given once, and you need to live it ... with dignity, hearty, interesting. What can you say if the sweet attache is with him and in a hut... paradise? The capital "on the ears" put "rubbing" the male breed. And laughter and sin.
And I got a pass to the scientific hall of the Lenin Library. . .
- Why?
- Imagine what kind of contingent there are: academicians, doctors, philosophers. . .
- So what? Will you watch them read?
- You understand a lot! There's also a smoker.
Alas, alas. The Lenin Library did not grow together. The smoking room didn't work either. Wrong contingent. I looked after him, but I never looked. Just crackers. I didn’t really choose the bread place. I made a mistake. An amendment is needed. Small. Little girl. And now a new strategy is planned for success.
I'm an optimist. I was recently told to get acquainted at the cemetery. Widowers. If you look at someone more intelligent, you will see him once or twice. Yeah, yeah. Well, honestly. A friend of mine married an architect. . .
- Lyudka, you are incorrigible...
Yeah, yeah. Looking for butterflies, looking for men. They comb the city’s slums in hopes of finding women’s happiness. You think it's just us? USSR? Russia? Not at all. Jibril (2018) dispels such illusions. Prison. A man with years in prison. And Amur's arrows at him, at her. So much drama. Here's the melodrama.
Did they meet on the mountain? For fun? Miriam brought a parcel from her friend by transfer and melted from the eyes of the prisoner. I recognized him once liked at the wedding of a good man. So now he's convicted? And the romance begins. . .
Roman? Here? You can't tell your heart. One lover, the other refused... Now? Is that possible? German prison is not "Sailor's Silence", it is not "Butyrka" or "Vladimir Central". It's all for people. . Dating, communicating, burning passion in flames. They are co-religionists, children of emigrants from Lebanon (?), Arabs - that is, "new Germans". Nothing but she's divorced. She has three girls. Who is he? What? 'The sitter' on the bunks... Now what? How is it now? Love? Another confusion? New love? Again? But. Does it belong to itself? Maybe the kids? Living for them... And youth? Feelings? And sexuality? And wishes? Ah. She's only human.
Please don’t be in a hurry to bury us.
And we still have business here.
We have small children at home,
I just wanted to live.
A full range of feelings to the waiting viewer in the introduction. The author does not lose the thread of a narrative story, revealing all phases of a woman-man relationship. People in front of us, not gods. So anger and resentment will warm up this dish with food. Irritation and despair struggle search with the way out of the impasse. Laundry to each other. Like everyone else. As always.
6 out of 10