Moscow to the End of the Line 
The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshness…
And using commuter rail the hero embarks on the epochal suburban journey. And some local travels can be much more exotic than any voyages around the world… While travelling one may encounter a lot of intriguing fellow commuters…
And the travelled distance corresponds to the consumed liquor… And the more one drinks the stranger becomes the world and the more enigmatic turns reality…
Even the most hopeless boozers must have their romantic ideals…
Provocative travelling novel. Particularly indicated for methodical boozers or alternatively to dedicated followers of pretty much subterranean Russian literature during the last communist years. If you're both, well this book may suit you best. Please, serve your own drink and follow me as far as you can get.I praise Erofeev. He finally made me learn the importance of choosing the right vodka among hundreds. Thumbs up for Venedikt! Now I know I was wrong and superficial. Yet, unfortunately I
Stumbled on this one by accident at the library. Don't start it without a bottle of hard alcohol nearby. This book is a hallucination.

Genre of drinking songs is known since the ancient times and by writing his drinking poem Venedikt Erofeev managed to widen boundaries of the genre significantly. Moscow to the End of the Line is written in a gloomy but frilly vers libre.The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshnessOh, that morning burned in the heart! Oh, the illusory nature of calamity. Oh, the irretrievable! Whats worse about this burden which no one has yet called by any name, whats worse paralysis,
A recently fired alcoholic man rambles about stuff with passengers of a train while on his way somewhere. Funny book, had me smiling all the way through, and my liver hurtin' from so much booze talk.
Example of the Old Russia, Long GoneA drunken novel about a drunk who ends up being beaten to death. The back cover describes it as a "classic novel of Russian humor and social commentary.""Russian humor" in this sense seems to mean: wildly associative and perversely dissociative; unpleasantly sarcastic; bitter to a fault, irreproachably, impeccably pessimistic; voluptuously black; giddy in its drunken embrace of hopelessness of all kinds. Any book that opens with this line: "The first edition
If dialectical materialism were turned on its head, something like angels would probably fall out. If you got drunk enough to cross Moscow a thousand times without ever seeing the Kremlin, something like freedom would happen, despite the State. If poky old Petushki became Eden, just because you loved and it was there, materialism would be turned right side up again, but with the angels left in. Thats Erofeev, whose incredibly Russian cocktail of sadness & joy, shame, spirituality, and
Venedikt Erofeev
Paperback | Pages: 164 pages Rating: 4.05 | 8523 Users | 368 Reviews

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| Original Title: | Москва — Петушки |
| ISBN: | 0810112000 (ISBN13: 9780810112001) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Setting: | Petushki(Russian Federation) U.S.S.R. |
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Genre of drinking songs is known since the ancient times and by writing his drinking poem Venedikt Erofeev managed to widen boundaries of the genre significantly. Moscow to the End of the Line is written in a gloomy but frilly vers libre.The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshness…
Oh, that morning burned in the heart! Oh, the illusory nature of calamity. Oh, the irretrievable! What’s worse about this burden which no one has yet called by any name, what’s worse – paralysis, or nausea? Nervous exhaustion or mortal sorrow somewhere in the region of the heart? But, if that all equal, then all the same what’s worse about it – tetanus, or fever?
And using commuter rail the hero embarks on the epochal suburban journey. And some local travels can be much more exotic than any voyages around the world… While travelling one may encounter a lot of intriguing fellow commuters…
The other passengers looked at me almost indifferently with their round, vacant eyes.
I like that. I like that my country’s people have such empty, bulging eyes. This instills in me a feeling of legitimate pride. You can imagine what the eyes are like where everything is bought and sold – deeply hidden, secretive, predatory and frightened. Devaluation, unemployment, pauperism… People look at you distrustfully, with restless anxiety and torment. That’s the kind of eyes they have in the world of Filthy Lucre.
And the travelled distance corresponds to the consumed liquor… And the more one drinks the stranger becomes the world and the more enigmatic turns reality…
If I should ever have any children, I’ll hang on their wall a portrait of the Procurator of Judaea, Pontius Pilate, so that they will grow up neat and clean. Procurator Pontius Pilate standing there washing his hands – that’s the right kind of portrait.
Even the most hopeless boozers must have their romantic ideals…
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| Title | : | Moscow to the End of the Line |
| Author | : | Venedikt Erofeev |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | First Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 164 pages |
| Published | : | July 1st 1992 by Northwestern University Press (first published 1969) |
| Categories | : | Cultural. Russia. Fiction. Literature. Russian Literature. Classics |
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Ratings: 4.05 From 8523 Users | 368 ReviewsEvaluation Based On Books Moscow to the End of the Line
A fun and funny intoxicated ramble around Moscow. The man wrecked by affect disorders not fun. I hoped the angels might help him, but they embarrassed and silent.Provocative travelling novel. Particularly indicated for methodical boozers or alternatively to dedicated followers of pretty much subterranean Russian literature during the last communist years. If you're both, well this book may suit you best. Please, serve your own drink and follow me as far as you can get.I praise Erofeev. He finally made me learn the importance of choosing the right vodka among hundreds. Thumbs up for Venedikt! Now I know I was wrong and superficial. Yet, unfortunately I
Stumbled on this one by accident at the library. Don't start it without a bottle of hard alcohol nearby. This book is a hallucination.

Genre of drinking songs is known since the ancient times and by writing his drinking poem Venedikt Erofeev managed to widen boundaries of the genre significantly. Moscow to the End of the Line is written in a gloomy but frilly vers libre.The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshnessOh, that morning burned in the heart! Oh, the illusory nature of calamity. Oh, the irretrievable! Whats worse about this burden which no one has yet called by any name, whats worse paralysis,
A recently fired alcoholic man rambles about stuff with passengers of a train while on his way somewhere. Funny book, had me smiling all the way through, and my liver hurtin' from so much booze talk.
Example of the Old Russia, Long GoneA drunken novel about a drunk who ends up being beaten to death. The back cover describes it as a "classic novel of Russian humor and social commentary.""Russian humor" in this sense seems to mean: wildly associative and perversely dissociative; unpleasantly sarcastic; bitter to a fault, irreproachably, impeccably pessimistic; voluptuously black; giddy in its drunken embrace of hopelessness of all kinds. Any book that opens with this line: "The first edition
If dialectical materialism were turned on its head, something like angels would probably fall out. If you got drunk enough to cross Moscow a thousand times without ever seeing the Kremlin, something like freedom would happen, despite the State. If poky old Petushki became Eden, just because you loved and it was there, materialism would be turned right side up again, but with the angels left in. Thats Erofeev, whose incredibly Russian cocktail of sadness & joy, shame, spirituality, and


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