Почему люди не летают? Да потому, что крылья мешали бы им ползать. Сколько же на свете гадов!.. Меня зовут Виола Тараканова. Однажды я пришла на урок к своему ученику Никите. В доме царил разгром: отца Кита накануне арестовали за хранение наркотиков. Его мама, Лена - художница, попросила меня спасти одно ее полотно, чтобы оно не попало в опись имущества. В мастерскую меня повел Кит, а когда мы вернулись, я нашла в спальне труп Лены. Я передала мальчика его бабушке, но и там его настиг убийца. Но он чудом остался жив. А дальше... похитили дочь моей подруги, и я должна заплатить за нее полмиллиона долларов или найти убийц Лены. Уверена на все сто - это одни и те же люди...
Darya Dontsova (Russian: Дарья Донцова) (before marriage known as Vasilyeva) is a Russian writer of detective novels, scriptwriter, TV presenter and member of the Union of Writers of Russia. Winner of a number of literary awards. Over the years, according to official data of the Russian Book Chamber, Dontsova takes the first place in Russia among adult fiction authors on the total annual circulation of books published by it. In 2015, published 117 books and pamphlets total circulation of Dontsova 1968 thousand copies in Russia.
Darja Donzowa is sure one of the most infamous "authors" out there. It's not a big secret that Russia doesn't have a proper literature anymore. Since USSR fell in 90s, the whole thing became all about money. A proper writers can't publish a thing, while big publishers (who are basically mafia) just feed the masses with the most ugly crap you can ever imagine. If you want to learn about just how bad literature can get, learn Russian and read some stuff published by Eksmo. The whole formula is pretty simple. Eksmo either pay to some ghostwriters, who are ready to write, like, ten books for ten bucks, or just steal stuff from real writers. Want an example? A pen name Alexandr Vargo that was created by Eksmo literally copied some Stephen King's novels up to the point when the whole pages were just copy / pasted from Stephen King. Why bother, right? Russia is controlled by mafia for ages and it's not like those American authors will have a chance to sue them in Russia. So, they just stealing stuff and call it their own.
Donzowa is one of such names too. She's the one of those, who "publish" a new book almost every month (sometimes even more than one) and don't get sued only because there are no laws in Russia (aside from "don't speak bad about the president", that can get you into the prison). But no surprise here, everybody knows that. I'll tell you more, nobody reads such "books" because they expect them to bee good. Nobody reads them because they want an actual book. People read them like they chew bubblegum. When my old friend was in the rehab, she made up a term "Bubblegum novel". The term I still use a lot. Because that's exactly what these "books" are. Some people like to play all those poor little games on their smartphones when they're drinking coffee, eating pizza, or sitting in the public transport. While the others read such nonsense. "Books" like these are made for the times when you can't fully concentrate on what you are reading, but don't want to waste your time either. So... yeah.
What did surprise me here, though, is the amount of product placement. I mean... seriously? Seriously, Eksmo? You get your texts almost for free, you get a lot of them, you steal from people... and yet you want even more quick money? Greed level: Russian Vania. Not only almost every page in this book include product placement, very often it's like a proper AD. "We should totally get ourselves a cell phone! Because the operator X have a very nice offer! All we need to do..." I'm not kidding. That's how bad it is. And it's just... I don't know. I promised to myself to stop writing reviews on Russian "literature". Because it's like writing reviews on dirt. Everybody knows that it's a greakin' dirt, no need to say that. And, obviously, it's hard to find something more dirty as this "author". When your name becomes laughable in the country with the worst literature every existed in our universe, it sure says something. And yet, here I am. Because , I wanted to say something about this. Because this, my friends... is something else.