She – «Homo Soveticus» – called him – «the Sugar of the Earth».
He – «American Hero» – called her – «My Russian Princess».
Once upon a time – in the end of 80th – they met in Trans-Siberian Express and long after, their love in 4thD- space – in letters – was careless and smileful, naughty and poetic.
But she worked on secret armament factory and knew – she may be arrested for her letters `from-behind ` The Iron Curtain. One day she fell in silence. For a long. He`s in despair. He`s going to CCCP to «save her from KGB».
Has he saved her? – Read on this book.
Jeti pis'ma byli napisany dvadcat' let nazad prostoj sovetskoj devushkoj, junost' kotoroj prishlas' na perestrojku. Ona pisala ih svoemu drugu iz Kanady, kotoryj sohranil vse ejo poslanija. Ih vstrecha byla sluchajnoj i mimoletnoj, no romanticheskaja perepiska dlilas' celuju vechnost'.
Ona rasskazyvala emu o sebe, o strane, o druz'jah, o kur'ezah iz detstva, iz zhizni, slovno staralas' uderzhat' v pamjati tot mir, kotorogo uzhe ne budet.
V jetih zhivyh, iskrennih poslanijah, polnyh smeha i pechali, chitaetsja bol' utraty very, slomannoj jepohoj glasnosti, i poterjannost' pered mirom, privychnye ochertanija kotorogo raspadalis' na ejo glazah.
V nih slovno snjat tochnyj slepok s dushi tipichnogo «homo sovetikusa» – uhodjawej v nebytie natury, – voprosy, muchivshie ejo, zadavali sebe v te gody mnogie – gde iskat' oporu duhu, mjatuwemusja v toske po iskazhennoj real'nosti vremeni.
