CHoloda v Zanzibare

Zemnuyu zhizn′ proĭdya do serediny i dal′she, mozhno li ne pomnit′ tu chast′ puti, kotoraya byla «do»? Dlya kazhdogo eto samoe «do» — svoe. Dlya kogo-to perestroĭka, dlya kogo-to emigraciya ili povorotnye sobytiya. Kniga rasskazov Ivana Alekseeva — kstati, vracha po professii — vedet nas v «do» — v zabytoe, zatoptannoe v glubinu pamyati. Pervaya lyubov′, pervye dannye sebe obety, pervye pobedy. Pervye izmeny i pochorony. A pervye, vystradannye, vymechtannye dzhinsy «Super-Raĭfl»? A pervaya zerkalka s televikom? A tusovka na Strite ili Kalinke? A sud′by, gor′kie, krovavye, tech, kogo uzhe net — no kogo zabyt′ nevozmozhno? Pronzitel′no podobrannoe slovo pisatelya otkryvaet nam klyuch k zhiznyam geroev, v kazhdoĭ iz kotorych russkiĭ chitatel′ kozheĭ oshhutit chto-to blizkoe.