A collection of short stories from the life of a heavy nuclear missile cruiser of strategic purpose.
Ovechkin’s prose is good both for what it includes and for what it doesn’t. It’s a direct descendant of the prose of Konetsky and Pokrovskiy—it has strong, healthy roots. It’s easy to listen to for joy and sadens without gloom, like the texts of Veniсka Erofeyev. Its lines are driven by the best we’ve given the world and literature in particular—the Russian realism. Realism, as we know, has no forbidden topics and colors, no mystique and no showy brilliance— only events, people, and the narrator.