First of all I should comment that I did not read the english translation of the book and I cannot testify as to its level. My review is based on reading the book in hebrew. However, since I think this book is a must for every book lover I decided to post this review anyway. This autobiographical novel is a sharp critique of Soviet horrors, Lennin's follies and the human spirit. Centered around a short train ride from Moscow to a nearby town, the book is broken into chapters titled by the station names. The book itself is a colourful mixture of vivid description of the writers' co-travellers, philosophical and psychological reflections, fragmental memories, and above all massive consumption of alcohol (varying from beer and vodka to eau de cologne based cocktails), all written in delicate prose relying on unbelievable depths of cultural background embedded with gems of dark humour. This book should be read by everyone.