An aging writer quietly spends out his days in the backwaters of life. Once he shone on paper, but now everyone has forgotten him. Yet fate gives him a chance to start over. He ends up in the past, and it’s 1975 outside. He is a yesterday’s vocational-school graduate—again young, full of strength.
Who said that in the USSR everyone is equal? Writers in the Union are held in high honor—they receive glory, money, and recognition. The hero doesn’t intend to waste away at a factory, because he knows how to get onto the Olymp of Soviet literature.
But the literary community doesn’t take this young man seriously yet. And that’s a mistake…
Author’s note: The world of Soviet literature, without embellishment, through the eyes of our contemporary! Can a reincarnated professional writer change the trends of the social realism of that time?