An isolation ward is not only a branch of hell on earth, but also a place where—like in a fairy-tale cottage—many different people gather: people who, under other circumstances, would never have had a chance to be together.
The women’s “hutted room” is a special case. For the first time, in Russian literature—if not in world literature—this book tells about prison “in the feminine gender.” In front of you is an entire gallery of portraits—at once so terrifying they make your skin crawl and so funny they cause stomach cramps. Businesswomen and drug addicts, old women and young girls—each of them has her own story, recognizable and yet unlike the others.
The main heroine of the book tells her own story, too—of reckless youth and love to the point of taking your breath away.