Ловушка для Мыслеформы. A Trap for a Thought-Form. Премия им. М. Булгакова / M. Bulgakov Award (Билингва: Rus/Eng) - страница 7

The novel is built on dialogues, brief and unusually powerful, filled with a secret, mystical meaning.

«You remind me of that man, so…»

«The sorcerer?» Roman asked.

«The Magician,» I clarified, mentally staying in the Other Reality in search of my gloves. «We are going to give a performance on the 14^>th of February. I want you to play him.»

«Whatever you want,» Roman smiled… «What is the role?»

«You will come to me out of the Mirror every night. Until you take me away from here…»

The use of the author’s text in the review is inevitable, but I have to restrain myself so as not to quote the entire work.

For a thorough dive in the Universe of Alexandra Kryuchkova, one should read her other novels in the same «Playing Another Reality» series, much more voluminous, for example, «The Book of Secret Knowledge» and «Confession of a Ghost» about the Matrix of Time Space. Only then, having comprehended the depth of the author’s inner world, one will see that everything in the «Trap» is not just for fun, and some characters have a serious background, a literary fate, image, multiplied by hundreds of reflections in the mirrors of the author’s gaze, even if at first it’s not clear, what kind of people are these? Why are they designated as functions and often have no names at all?

Don’t rush, reader! All riddles will be solved when the puzzle is completed. Alexandra masterfully arranges intrigue!

The action of the novel is structurally planned and concentrated around the main character. In the museum, which at the same time is a gathering place for quite real, associated with literature, «impure souls», the atmosphere of impending villainy is ripening more and more clearly, and the Blizzard invariably reigns around. Its endless whirling creates an atmosphere of frozen Time.

«Tell me, will this Blizzard ever end?» I asked devastated.

«So do you love spring after all?» he smiled with difficulty, remaining sad.

«Will it end, this Blizzard?!» I asked him again.

The Guardian hugged me and began to rock me slowly from side to side, whispering softly,

«The Blizzard will lull you, Alice, lull you like a mother, end and start again, end and start again, it will circle us endlessly, in its magical dance, because it is – yes, yes, it is the Blizzard! – that can help us survive Death…»

The vivid emotion of the novel resonates with the reader’s feelings when the situation becomes unresolvable. Alice experiences a natural fear of being unable to reach to people in order to get answers to those existential questions that are never answered by anyone, and if one tries to answer, the answers leave room for doubts and uncertainty.

«Everyone sees and gets what he wants, or what he is ready / expects / assumes from his experience / on the basis of acquired knowledge to see or receive, Alice!» Roman said sadly.

«Then how can we understand that we are not ghosts, if in the world of ghosts, I can’t pass through the wall, since I consider both myself and the wall to be physically material, while the ghost who understands that he is a ghost will pass through the same wall?»

«Quite right,» said Roman.«For the same reason, in the material world, a true magician, being absolutely sure that a miracle will happen after pronouncing certain words of a spell, will perform a miracle, or rather, ALLOW THE MIRACLE TO HAPPEN. And a common man does not. He doesn’t anticipate, doesn’t expect, doesn’t want or is not ready to…»