We lived in the seventy-ninth

In the book of Ilya Rubinstein "singer of all Russia" Vladimir Vysotsky for the first time in the history of our literature is presented to the reader as an artistic character. And a move that, at first glance, quite bold, even risky. Especially when you consider that Ilya Rubinstein on three decades younger and his character and his generation. However, this fact, strangely enough, the book to be nice. Moreover, the freedom of the author from the documentary-biographical zadannostj and care from established over a quarter of a century stereotypes of perception of the bard let out today to take a fresh look at the "age Vysotsky". Look through the eyes of those who in the seventies one of the most brilliant poets of the twentieth century was not primarily a poet, and the "father of the regiment". Shelf boys from generation of a false start. Generation, whose life in his youth was programmed with one era, and then was crushed by another. And if in that first era of the thought that somewhere close to you lives and Legend sings with the guitar, though sometimes gave the illusion of breath "throat of liberty", then the current epoch turned for most of today's forty-year total "bestehenden coupled with the hopeless conviction in their temporal-spatial incongruities. And that's why out of all the novels and stories of this book have antipassive generation of a false start: "No, you guys are all wrong... All wrong guys... And then today."