This novel was first published abroad in 1984. But it feels as though it’s being written now—so accurately it reflects the urgent problems of modern reality. Everything in it is recognizable, precise, and aphoristic. It’s about the fate of a young writer who is forced to leave his homeland.
No matter how convenient and free life abroad may be, the young Vadim Solovyov dreams of returning to the USSR. Vienna, Rome, Paris, New York, Jerusalem—these cities are beautiful, but there’s nothing for Vadim to do there… The only thing he can and wants is to live through the happiness and pain of his homeland, to let everything that happens to it pass through his soul, and to write about it. Like a faithful dog, he tries to get back home from everywhere, truly believing that his native kennel, compared to a foreign land, will be sweeter. But will it be possible to return? And will it bring Vadim the longed-for happiness?