It is raining in Paris. Russian tourist Andrei hardly comes out of the hotel room, but travels – against his will, but with a lot of alcohol – deep into his own past. So far suppressed by the events of everyday life, they rise from the depths to the surface. Internally, however, the sun comes out more often and illuminates the dark spots of that time.
The sincerity and accuracy of the author, the attention to detail create the vivid and truthful image of a forty-year-old man and his life in the Russian province. The hero and the reader with him become gradually aware: Without understanding the past, people have no future.
“«Rain in Paris» is also a kind of crypto-remake, an encrypted on many levels exten- sive allusion to Oblomov.“