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В книге публикуется полностью роман Вс.Иванова "У". Роман был написан в 1932 году. Отрывки из него печатала "Литературная газета" в 1934 г., журнал "Огонек" в 1987 г. Написанный в увлекательной детективно-фантастической манере, роман зло высмеивает мещанство, приспосабливающееся к новой власти.

399 pages, Unknown Binding

First published January 1, 1932

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Vsevolod Ivanov

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Vsevolod Vyacheslavovich Ivanov (Russian: Всеволод Вячеславович Иванов; February 24, 1895 in Lebyazhye, now in Pavlodar Oblast – August 15, 1963, Moscow) was a notable Soviet writer praised for the colourful adventure tales set in the Asiatic part of Russia during the Civil War.

Ivanov was born in Northern Kazakhstan to a teacher's family. When he was a child Vsevolod ran away to become a clown in a travelling circus. His first story, published in 1915, caught the attention of Maxim Gorky, who advised Vsevolod throughout his career.
Ivanov joined the Red Army during the Civil War and fought in Siberia. This inspired his short stories, Partisans (1921) and Armoured Train (1922).
In 1922 Ivanov joined the literary group Serapion Brothers. Other members included Nikolay Tikhonov, Mikhail Zoshchenko, Victor Shklovsky, Veniamin Kaverin, and Konstantin Fedin.
Ivanov's first novels, Colored Winds (1922) and Azure Sands (1923), were set in Asiatic part of Russia and gave rise to the genre of ostern in Soviet literature. His novella Baby was acclaimed by Edmund Wilson as the finest Soviet short story ever.
Later, Ivanov came under fire from Bolshevik critics who claimed his works were too pessimistic and that it was not clear whether the Reds or Whites were the heroes.
In 1927 Ivanov rewrote his short story, the Armoured Train 14-69 into a play. This time, the play highlighted the role of the Bolsheviks in the Civil War. After that, his writings saw a marked decline in quality, and he never managed to produce anything equal to his early efforts.
Among his later works, which conformed to the requirements of Socialist Realism, are the Adventures of a Fakir (1935) and The Taking of Berlin (1945). During the Second World War, Ivanov worked as a war correspondent for Izvestia.
Vsevolod's son Vyacheslav Vsevolodovich Ivanov became one of the leading philologists and Indo-Europeanists of the late 20th century. Vsevolod adopted Isaak Babel's illegitimate child Emmanuil when he married Babel's one time mistress Tamara Kashirina. Emmanuil's name was changed to "Mikhail Ivanov" and he later became a noted artist.

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One of the epigraphs to the story is from The Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy:
“‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ he cried in various intonations. He had begun by screaming ‘I won’t!’ and continued screaming on the letter ‘O’.”
And this odd scream lended a title to the novel ‘O’ or ‘У’ in Russian…
Although Vsevolod Ivanov wasn’t a persona non grata during the Soviet epoch this novel never was published for it is an absurdist comedy and it is explicitly modernistic in style and language.
The events take place in the mansion that was turned into a warren of communal apartments and a bookkeeper of the psychiatric hospital is a raconteur.
I’ll get back looking at the unwritten chapters. Such comebacks are pleasant; the years flash by; folks get older, grow up or just stay unnoticed; there is no need for furniture, clothes, and describing physiognomies becomes tough too: you’ll either confuse or obviously lie so even you turn disgusted on reading; of talks only gist remains (in your opinion, of course); of love – the most light and agreeable; of anger – the flight and nullity of your foes!

And all the residents of the communal apartments resemble patients of psychiatric clinic and the entire country is similar to a tremendous nuthouse and the epoch is laden with absurdity…
I’ve outspoken an idea that if the escape into a disease was a peculiarity of the class being destroyed then the escape into cheerfulness and merriment, beyond any doubt, was an accessory of the class on the rise.

The nation is full of high ideals, the country is in the great commotion like a huge anthill but every tiny ant tries to hide its miserable loot and keep it for itself.
“Do you really think that the socialism is being built by some special people? The most ordinary people, possessing the immanent rudiments of evil, are building it, but this evil must be prevented and substituted with the rudiments of good, that they had had right from the start but never needed them, for in capitalism good was the most awkward thing, almost illegal.”

The building of the new ideal social order is always stymied by the old corny nature of builders…
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