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Alexander Gromov

forbidden world

All fiction, there is no truth for a penny!

A.K. Tolstoy

The song begins from ancient ideas ...

A.K. Tolstoy

None of the living today will say what arose earlier: the dead material world or the formidable, but incorporeal gods. Even if someone knew this for sure, it is unlikely that he would begin to share secret knowledge with others. The sacred is sacred because it is hidden from prying eyes, idle ears and idle immature minds. One should not initiate a secret into those who are unable either to keep it or to use it profitably. To each his own: a spinning wheel for a woman, weapons for a warrior, power for a leader, knowledge, wisdom and great silence about the secrets of higher powers for a sorcerer-sorcerer. This is not talked about in vain. Unless a completely stupid one sticks to the sorcerer with questions - and, of course, does not receive an answer.

Much is known and so: once the gods got bored a dead world, and they populated it with many living creatures, from the insignificant midge, which always strives to hit right in the eye, to the elk, the bear, and the huge red-furred fanged beast that is no longer found today. The gods breathed life into the rocks, air, water and populated the world with countless hordes of spirits, evil and good. The gods allowed other beasts to give rise the human race, for the gods have become bored with a world in which there is no man, a creature weak one by one, but strong in a horde, surpassing the mind of all earthly creatures. And the gods amused themselves, looking from on high at the work of their hands.

The world is spacious, the world is vast - and yet not big enough for people. His strength is his weakness. Having endowed people with the ability to produce offspring, the gods miscalculated: once the world became small, and people began to destroy people in order to survive and give a future to their kind-tribe, and not to the offspring of the enemy. The earth stopped giving birth, the beast, which had become rare and shy, went into impenetrable thickets, man himself became like a beast, a great famine and pestilence began. Whether anyone would have survived in the end, is not known. And then the gods, incomprehensible and, unlike the spirits, from ancient times indifferent to the sacrifices made, decided to give people not one, but many worlds, because people needed space, and the gods were not tired of laughing, looking from a height at the swarming of two-legged creatures.

That's what the old people say. Perhaps this is not true, because it is unlikely that any of the gods condescended to explain to people what is happening. But, one way or another, the man received what he passionately desired: space, food and security.

For a while.

None of the gods thought that after countless generations, people would again multiply to the point that the worlds would become cramped for them. Or maybe someone thought, but did not change once and for all the established order of things. You can’t ask the gods, they don’t care about the final fate of a two-legged tribe, they are just spectators, looking at the earthly bustle with condescending curiosity.

Among the old people there are those who are ready to prove hoarsely that many worlds were created from the very beginning and the indulgence of the gods has nothing to do with it. But troublemakers and liars have little faith.

It is not known who was the first person to open the Door, but everyone agrees that it was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the Great Accomplishment, or the Marvelous Insight, forever receded into the realm of fairy tales, willingly told by old people who like to scratch their tongues at evening fires. Many believe that the first who looked into the neighboring world were the great sorcerer Nokka, who comprehended the essence of things and the meaning of life, and his wife Shori, but no one can say for sure what kind of tribe the unprecedented magician came from. That is, it can, but shaky evidence is worth a lot when your opponent in a dispute cites very similar arguments in response, from which it directly follows that Nokka and Shori allegedly came from his, the disputer, tribe. They even whisper that in fact the sorcerer's name was Shori, and his wife was Nokka. The people of the Earth tribe do not agree with this, but add that the wise Nokka learned how to open the Door by overhearing the mute conversation of the spirits of the stone. It's hard to say who is right. It is impossible to check, just as it is impossible to turn back the fluid time.

Others argue that the Door is not visible only to a person, but is easily accessible to any animal. There is a reason in these words: why in one summer the animals are full and the hunt is plentiful, and in another you cannot find them in the daytime with fire? They also say that the first person to pass through the Door was Hukka, greatest hunter, equal to which has not been born since the beginning of centuries. In the form of a white wolf, Hukka tirelessly pursued from world to world for evil spirit Shaigun-Uur, who turned into a fox, then into a snake, then into a hawk, and finally killed him. Having defeated the evil spirit, Hukka allegedly gave rise to the current tribe of the sons of the Wolf. People from other tribes do not argue about the roots of their neighbors, but they do not believe in the primacy of the Hukki. How many tribes, so many legends, and each one is worth the others. There are also people who do not believe in Nokku, or in Hukku, or in any pioneer from world to world, but believe that the ability to open the Door was given to a few people initially as a sign of the special disposition of the gods towards them. People in general are very different, among them there are also the most complete ignoramuses who claim that for the first time the Door allegedly opened by itself. But it is hardly worth listening to the tales of presumptuous fools.

All fiction, there is no truth for a penny!

A.K. Tolstoy

The song begins from ancient ideas ...

A.K. Tolstoy

None of the living today will say what arose earlier: the dead material world or the formidable, but incorporeal gods. Even if someone

He knew this for sure, it is unlikely that he would begin to share secret knowledge with others. Secret - it is therefore secret, because it is hidden from strangers

Eyes, idle ears and idle immature minds. One should not initiate into the secret of those who are unable to either keep it or dispose of it profitably.

She. To each his own: a spinning wheel for a woman, weapons for a warrior, power for a leader, knowledge, wisdom and great silence about the secrets of higher powers for a sorcerer-sorcerer.

This is not talked about in vain. Unless a completely stupid one sticks to the sorcerer with questions - and, of course, does not receive an answer.

Much is also known: once the gods got bored with the dead world, and they populated it with many living creatures, from an insignificant midge that always

Strives to hit right in the eye, to an elk, a bear and a huge, red-furred fanged beast, which is now no longer

Meets. The gods breathed life into the rocks, air, water and populated the world with countless hordes of spirits, evil and good. The gods have allowed others

Beasts give rise to the human race, for the gods have become bored with a world in which there is no man, a being weak alone, but strong in a horde,

Exceeding the mind of all earthly creatures. And the gods amused themselves, looking from on high at the work of their hands.

The world is spacious, the world is huge - and yet not big enough for people. His strength is his weakness. Giving people the ability to produce

Offspring, the gods miscalculated: once the world became small, and people began to destroy people in order to survive and give a future to their kind-

Tribe, not the offspring of the enemy. The earth stopped giving birth, the beast, which had become rare and shy, went into impassable thickets, man himself became like

To the beast, a great famine and pestilence began. In the end, someone would have survived, whether not - is unknown. And then the gods, incomprehensible and, unlike

Spirits, since ancient times indifferent to the sacrifices, decided to give people not one, but many worlds, because people needed space, and the gods still

They did not get tired of laughing, looking from a height at the swarming of two-legged creatures.

That's what the old people say. Perhaps this is not true, because it is unlikely that any of the gods condescended to explain to people what is happening.

But, one way or another, the man received what he passionately desired: space, food and security.

For a while.

None of the gods thought that after countless generations, people would again multiply to the point that the worlds would become cramped for them. Or maybe

Someone thought, but did not change the established order of things once and for all. You can't ask the gods, they don't care about the ultimate fate of a two-legged

Tribes, they are only spectators, with condescending curiosity looking at the earthly bustle.

Among the old people there are those who are ready to prove hoarsely that many worlds were created from the very beginning and the indulgence of the gods is here

Nothing. But troublemakers and liars have little faith.

It is not known who was the first person to open the Door, but everyone agrees that it was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the Great

Accomplishment, or Marvelous Insight, has forever receded into the realm of fairy tales, willingly told by old people who like to scratch their tongues at evening

Kostrov. Many believe that the first who looked into the neighboring world were the great sorcerer Nokka, who comprehended the essence of things and the meaning of life, and his wife

Shori, but no one can say for sure what kind of tribe the unprecedented magician came from.

Difficult philosophical question Moscow science fiction writer Alexander Gromov puts before himself and the reader: is there a trick against scrap? And only an appeal to the homespun truth, familiar to us from a thousand and one novels about hitmen, allows us to firmly answer - no, there is no reception against scrap! Especially if this crowbar is in the hands of a Russian kettlebell lifter, and a nimble seller of underwear helps him.

I like that the readers of the novel by Alexander Gromov considered the dull length of the narrative with digging into meaningless labored details "careful study." Gromov's characters, since they are quite cardboard, are convex, and the world, drawn with graphomaniac detail, is convex... Probably, this text can be perceived in this way. Although, it seems that Gromov simply did not figure out how to occupy the heroes on the page of the novel, because there are more events there, well, at most short story. So he embellished his book with "careful attention to detail."

Gromov's diligent adherence to the recipes of "science fiction writer Adolf Hitler" from Norman Spinred's novel "Iron Dream" is especially impressive. I have in mind not only the hysterical denial of progress, to which the bond-holders are inclined and which Mr. Gromov nurtures. There are other characteristic motives. In Iron Dream, not without sarcasm, it is noted that in novels of this type, the hero, at the beginning of the book emerging from the forest, where he spent the first half of his life, at the end, after many battles, fearlessly leads a spaceship through the Galaxy without any additional knowledge. So it was with Gromov in his early novels, and in this novel - in the finale, the "witches" turn out to know what they, in fact, cannot know.

In short, a standard Russcience fiction on the adored subject of the target group about fellows. Some lethargy of the narrative in the eyes of fans of the genre only adds respect to the book.

Score: 3

Excellent thing! And what is characteristic, it’s really never fantasy :) Against the backdrop of numerous books of “Slavic fantasy”, published, as if, in the same cellar of Uncle Zhang, where the rest of the goods of the “everything for 10 rubles” category are, the book pleases, in addition to the undoubted literary merits, an interesting, believable, thoughtful world, understandable actions of the main characters (sometimes erroneous, but that's why they are people). Outwardly, somewhat frivolous and unlike other works of the author, the book is actually quite deep and resonates with his other things, I would even call it in some sense typical romance Gromov.

Score: 8

Knowing Alexander Gromov as an author specializing in social fiction, I was very surprised to learn about the existence of this book, which looks like a typical fantasy, with a hefty kid on the cover. However, I will not hide that it was the combination of the author's name known to me and the genre unusual for this author that attracted me. As it turned out, the kid on the cover is not an artist's mistake. Under the cover, I was surprised by the preface written by the author, apparently aware of the inconsistency of this novel with his own reputation gained over the years. It seems that with this preface, the author justifies himself in advance to the reader for the low level of the novel and the absence of social problems familiar in his work. The author's excuses are fully justified (sorry for the tautology). From the first lines of the book, the reader will have to get used to "in the shoes" of a very narrow-minded proletarian, the ultimate dream for which is to drink beer and sleep. What are there social problems! The hopeless stupidity of the hero in places is so annoying that there is a desire to discard the book, but it seems that the author, realizing this, immediately pushes his narrow-minded character into the background.

The novel itself is built on only one fantastic assumption - the presence of a door in a parallel world, everything else is sketches of the life of people of the early Bronze Age, battle scenes. But even here it was not without a m-a-scarlet slice of social fiction, which is given to the reader only at the end of the book.

The bottom line is this: a mediocre novel by a talented author. Easy to read, but just as easy to put off for two or three days or even a week. However, if you do not read it at all, you will not lose anything.

Score: 5

The world is possible, but absolutely unmotivated: in the finale, the sorcerers have too much information, which there is nowhere to take from.

The characters are wooden to the waist (on top), at least some consolation is the object of love of the protagonist, although not everything is pleasing to the eye: her craving for “woman's happiness” is frankly annoying. The heroes themselves are a hitman vulgaris, divided in two: one (type) is smart - the second is strong.

Language - well, with this, praise the universe, I have not yet found any problems with Gromov. I didn't find it here either.

Morality - is there one?

Conclusion: too serious for a humorist, too flat for a serious thing.

Score: 2

I guess I don't the target audience similar literature.

The topic of hit-and-run people that has set the teeth on edge.

The world is described very sparingly and weakly, the tribes differ from each other only in names.

I didn't like the characters either, especially the one with the crowbar. One does not shine with intelligence, the other seems to be quick-witted, but the results of his actions seem too effective for the average student. Well, by the way, these are hitmen, they always do that.

And most importantly: this terrible morality "After us, even a flood, it will be enough for our lifetime."

Conclusion: I didn't like anything about the book.

Rating: 1

This time, Gromov turns to a topic that is by no means new, well-worn up and down. Again - ours are there. The duration of the action is somewhat atypical for this topic, there are no castles, no knights and other ordinary surroundings, there is not even a mass of people and civilization where you can carry light, kind, eternal. Only a weak tribe, in a state of smoldering friendship - enmity (To whom, as convenient.. Weak friends, strong fight) with the surrounding tribes of the same language, living in the era of the beginning of the Bronze Age.

I was always amazed at Gromov's ability to pick up and write out characters. They all come out alive. They practically do not think about the very thing - bright, kind, eternal. They just live. They love, rejoice, get angry, make mistakes, die. Vityunya and Yurik were not eager to do good to the natives, they wanted to go home. They don't tear down mountains, they don't turn rivers back, they don't make anyone happy, quite the contrary. But, they turn out to be that small pebble, a grain of sand from which an avalanche will begin, then, perhaps, when their names, and it themselves become just echoes in legends ..

Conclusion: Easy reading, no claims for more. It will bring a lot of pleasure. Sometimes funny, sometimes very, sometimes serious. Everything is like in life. Taking the book in hand, you will have to live in the Bronze Age for several days until you close it. Read!

Score: 8

In general, the book left a pleasant impression. A social experiment quite in Gromov's style. Moderately dynamic plot does not let you fall asleep while reading a book. Convex, well-designed, without conspicuous "holes" world. From the point of view of the reliability of the functioning of the described social model - also without any complaints - the friendship-war of small tribes both in their own world and in parallel ones is replaced by isolationism when imperial ambitions are formed in a large and aggressive alliance. What I did not like (however, this is a matter of taste) is the caricatured, comedic images of the main characters, despite the fact that the book as a whole is serious, raising complex socio-philosophical problems.

Score: 7

Gromov's attempt to try himself in the field of hitting, as expected, returned the master to his usual track.

The plot is typical for the hit genre. Fell off the roof, woke up, another world.

However, Gromov is an experienced science fiction bison. The plot is well put together, there are no absurdities, no logical errors, alas, so familiar to us in most authors of the pop genre.

The scenery, as always, is well written. The drive is somewhat reduced, but this corresponds to Gromov's style in general. The images of the characters are good, I did not expect anything else from this author.

Social morality is rich and simple, all problems are laid out on a silver platter, without unnecessary somersaults. Choose how best to live - in a primitive communal system, not rvz a month cutting and reconciling with half-blooded neighbors, or building an empire, striving for prosperity and comfort, but knowing for sure that after 200 generations of the Khan's civilization? The author does not give an answer, choose for yourself.

Humor, cruelty, romance, action, adventure - just in moderation. All in all, a pretty good novel. Not an obelisk, but a classic of the genre. I recommend.

Score: 8

Hmm. Suddenly. Gromov moved away from his knurled track. It turned out pretty bad.

A well-developed world, logical actions of characters, and so on. and so on.

That's just the main characters and their actions do not fit here in any way. The first is a retarded underdeveloped jock with a crowbar, the second is a skinny drish, a women's underwear merchant. (Immediately there were associations with Kuzey and Gosha from Univer). And they begin ... to wet the natives to the right and to the left. Just supermen. They cut them into pieces and pierce them with spears. I do not believe.

Score: 10

Frankly, I took up this novel with some apprehension. And the reason for this was the annotation. The presence of sorcerers, doors to other worlds and hitmen: a weightlifter not disfigured by intellect, but with a crowbar, against which, as you know, there is no reception, and a parachutist who, in his free time from jumping, sells women's underwear, led me to the idea that it would be the worst version of Russian-language fantasy, namely, humorous domestic fantasy. However, the author managed to stay on the edge and create an adventure fantastic work with philosophical overtones. The main idea of ​​the book is an attempt to answer the question: is progress always good? The social structure of the world, invented by Gromov, helps small tribal enclaves survive, but hinders their development. However, this allows, subject to the Treaty, normal world not to become Forbidden, which sooner or later may turn into Dead.

His sense of duty is simply amazing. It’s a little pity how the author describes Vityunya - a kind of imbecile weightlifter, but .. you can’t argue with the Author. The story itself is absolutely not boring, pleases with the richness of action and information. In addition, Gromov always remains Gromov, behind the humor and fighting lies a strong socio-philosophical basis.

Alexander Gromov

forbidden world

All fiction, there is no truth for a penny!

A.K. Tolstoy

The song begins from ancient ideas ...

A.K. Tolstoy

None of the living today will say what arose earlier: the dead material world or the formidable, but incorporeal gods. Even if someone knew this for sure, it is unlikely that he would begin to share secret knowledge with others. The sacred is sacred because it is hidden from prying eyes, idle ears and idle immature minds. One should not initiate a secret into those who are unable either to keep it or to use it profitably. To each his own: a spinning wheel for a woman, weapons for a warrior, power for a leader, knowledge, wisdom and great silence about the secrets of higher powers for a sorcerer-sorcerer. This is not talked about in vain. Unless a completely stupid one sticks to the sorcerer with questions - and, of course, does not receive an answer.

Much is also known: once the gods were bored with the dead world, and they inhabited it with a multitude of living creatures, from an insignificant midge that always strives to get right in the eye, to an elk, a bear and a huge, fanged beast with red hair, which is now no longer meets. The gods breathed life into the rocks, air, water and populated the world with countless hordes of spirits, evil and good. The gods, however, allowed other animals to give rise to the human race, for the gods became bored with a world in which there is no man, a creature weak alone, but strong in a horde, surpassing the mind of all earthly creatures. And the gods amused themselves, looking from on high at the work of their hands.

The world is spacious, the world is vast - and yet not big enough for people. His strength is his weakness. Having endowed people with the ability to produce offspring, the gods miscalculated: once the world became small, and people began to destroy people in order to survive and give a future to their kind-tribe, and not to the offspring of the enemy. The earth stopped giving birth, the beast, which had become rare and shy, went into impenetrable thickets, man himself became like a beast, a great famine and pestilence began. Whether anyone would have survived in the end, is not known. And then the gods, incomprehensible and, unlike the spirits, from ancient times indifferent to the sacrifices made, decided to give people not one, but many worlds, because people needed space, and the gods were not tired of laughing, looking from a height at the swarming of two-legged creatures.

That's what the old people say. Perhaps this is not true, because it is unlikely that any of the gods condescended to explain to people what is happening. But, one way or another, the man received what he passionately desired: space, food and security.

For a while.

None of the gods thought that after countless generations, people would again multiply to the point that the worlds would become cramped for them. Or maybe someone thought, but did not change once and for all the established order of things. You can’t ask the gods, they don’t care about the final fate of a two-legged tribe, they are just spectators, looking at the earthly bustle with condescending curiosity.

Among the old people there are those who are ready to prove hoarsely that many worlds were created from the very beginning and the indulgence of the gods has nothing to do with it. But troublemakers and liars have little faith.

It is not known who was the first person to open the Door, but everyone agrees that it was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the Great Accomplishment, or the Marvelous Insight, forever receded into the realm of fairy tales, willingly told by old people who like to scratch their tongues at evening fires. Many believe that the first who looked into the neighboring world were the great sorcerer Nokka, who comprehended the essence of things and the meaning of life, and his wife Shori, but no one can say for sure what kind of tribe the unprecedented magician came from. That is, it can, but shaky evidence is worth a lot when your opponent in a dispute cites very similar arguments in response, from which it directly follows that Nokka and Shori allegedly came from his, the disputer, tribe. They even whisper that in fact the sorcerer's name was Shori, and his wife was Nokka. The people of the Earth tribe do not agree with this, but add that the wise Nokka learned how to open the Door by overhearing the mute conversation of the spirits of the stone. It's hard to say who is right. It is impossible to check, just as it is impossible to turn back the fluid time.

Others argue that the Door is not visible only to a person, but is easily accessible to any animal. There is a reason in these words: why in one summer the animals are full and the hunt is plentiful, and in another you cannot find them in the daytime with fire? They also say that the first person who passed through the Door was Hukka, the greatest hunter, whose equal has not been born since the beginning of time. In the form of a white wolf, Hukka tirelessly chased from world to world for the evil spirit Shaigun-Uur, who turned either into a fox, then into a snake, then into a hawk, and finally killed him. Having defeated the evil spirit, Hukka allegedly gave rise to the current tribe of the sons of the Wolf. People from other tribes do not argue about the roots of their neighbors, but they do not believe in the primacy of the Hukki. How many tribes, so many legends, and each one is worth the others. There are also people who do not believe in Nokku, or in Hukku, or in any pioneer from world to world, but believe that the ability to open the Door was given to a few people initially as a sign of the special disposition of the gods towards them. People in general are very different, among them there are also the most complete ignoramuses who claim that for the first time the Door allegedly opened by itself. But it is hardly worth listening to the tales of presumptuous fools.

Another thing is important: the wall with the Door is only half a wall and is no longer an obstacle at all. A long time ago, people found a way to penetrate from world to world. But before and now only a few of them can find and open the Door.

Robbery began immediately, often turning into bloody bacchanalia. Well-armed detachments, led by an experienced magician, made a swift, like a sword attack, a raid into the neighboring world and just as quickly disappeared, grabbing what they could and, as a rule, without suffering significant losses. How many generations passed before the inhabitants different worlds a treaty was concluded prohibiting mutual robbery and stipulating assistance to neighbors - no one knows. Short human memory has not retained the answer to the question: the ashes of how many generations of people lay in the burial mounds after the conclusion of the Treaty? For most people, ten generations is like an eternity. Another thing is important: as long as the tribe complies with the Treaty, it will continue to suffer from the predatory raids of neighbors from its own world and itself has the right to raid, but may not be afraid of total extermination and seizure of its lands. Salvation will not be slow to appear - with a mortal threat. You just need to open the Door and ask for help in one of the nearest worlds. There are no violators of the Treaty - outlawed, they have long disappeared from the face of the Earth, their property has gone to others, their lands are divided among neighbors. The leader who violates the Treaty dooms himself and his tribe to destruction.

Not all human tribes have heard of the Treaty. Those who live on the sunrise from the mountain belt do not suffer from lack of land and therefore hardly fight. They do not need the Treaty, and other worlds do not beckon them. Far to noon, according to rumors, lie vast lands inhabited by powerful and numerous tribes. There, too, they do not know the Treaty - either because they hope for their own truly huge forces, or the southern sorcerers have lost the ability to find and open the Door. Or maybe there are simply no Doors in those parts, or are they located in such a way that only a bird or a mole could use them? May be. Does it make sense to talk about distant lands, from which news does not come every decade, and about the peoples living there with strange, implausible customs? While the world is not yet too small, let the distant live as best they can.

whimsical and unavailable human understanding the desires of the gods: there are entire worlds created by them for no reason. There seems to be no direct threat from there, but only because the Treaty orders to stay away from such worlds. No sorcerer, sorcerer or sorcerer, no matter how you call the one who is able to open the Door, should even look into these worlds. There is nothing useful there. Having stepped into such a world by negligence, the sorcerer should not return - he will not be accepted. The danger of bringing someone else's terrible SOMETHING from there is too great for anyone to dare to violate the ban. The cost of a mistake is prohibitive. In all worlds, a simple and clear law is known: no one should ever open a Door where it should not.

Nobody. Never. Never.

This is the main thing.

PART ONE

Chapter 1

He was a prominent man

Graceful forms, with a friendly face ...

A.K. Tolstoy

Tum. Tum. Tum. Booh! .. Tum. Fom…

With each blow of the crowbar, the wall trembled loudly. The flooring swayed underfoot, red dust hung in a mist, brick chips splashed like a small demon. Sometimes, from the depths of a niche hollowed out in the wall, a whole brick with a dried-up layer of mortar fell out, crashed loudly onto the stained flooring of the wooden "goat" and, if not kept, flew down onto a pile of garbage. The blunt sting of the crowbar was driven into the next seam - once, twice. The brick was stubborn, crumbled for nothing and did not want to go completely. It’s a matter of course: this wall was laid in the summer, and if this winter, then the forgotten niche in the frozen, not seized masonry would have been torn open in an hour by the frail Agapych, not like Vityunya.