Alexander Meshkov, a man, a journalist, a verbiage, is familiar to the reader, first of all, as the author of funny essays and notes in the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper, in which he describes his amusing, funny and at the same time sad and sometimes unsafe adventures in various countries of the world. His life is beautiful because it is unpredictable. Meshkov’s prose is a secret esoteric code, an intricate labyrinth where tears and laughter, myths and reality, scientific theories and earthly tragedies, pain and joy, fantasy and farce are intertwined like snakes. And all this is mixed in the thick, spicy sauce of the world's laughter culture from Francois Rabelais to Afanasyev and Zadornov. Take off, Russian readers, the blinders of morality and plunge headlong, as if into a cold, clean, intoxicating whirlpool of the Russian word, into the naughty prose of Alexander Meshkov.< /p>