Presentation of the Novel YASHILOV
Shilov dreams. Shilov repents. Shilov drinks. Shilov remembers. Shilov fights. Shilov searches. Shilov cries. Shilov loves life.
If you passed Shilov on the street, you would hardly take him for the hero of a novel. A worn jacket, the keys to an old foreign car, a parcel from an online marketplace — just an ordinary middle-aged man from Orenburg, blending into the familiar rhythm of everyday life.
But that is only what you see from the outside. Inside, Shilov writes poetry, remembers the past, thinks about faith and death, imagines his own funeral and intimacy with Beyoncé. He is funny and sensitive, awkward and introspective.
Shilov is trying to make sense of life using roughly the same human means available to all of us.