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He flees with his wife and children , in several countries in Europe. Family reunion - repairs , finally, in the Soviet Union , as a journalist . But here again, collided with instances delpotere political censorship because, true to his principles , continues to highlight the serious inconsistencies . Convicted of counter-revolutionary activity , he was interned in the gulag of Severus Vostocnyj , in the Crimea , where , in 1939 , dies. The other (figure completely imaginary ) is the Transcaucasian Fyodor Levskilyj , born in 1890 in Kirovabad , near the port city of Baku, on the Caspian Sea , " with its six-foot tall deployed in a dry and snappy ( ... ) he had a handsome face strong features , blue eyes and blond hair hay brought shorts with clearcutting . " Through early , daring adventures and unfortunate , Fyodor come to destroy, literally , that little bit of life that fate , from early childhood ominous , has reserved . He joined - without conviction , driven by the treacherous friend Dimitri Senkjevili - " in the ranks of the growing number of revolutionaries Lenin and Trotsky ." Over time, however , he realizes that they are in fact criminals " armed gangs " , capable of performing " rapes , looting ," arbitrary expropriations and all kinds of atrocities . He undertook , therefore, a long , perilous journey on foot, during a short leave in an attempt to reunite the family. But the license terminates , and Fyodor - while it is still in search of his relatives - suffered arrests , as a deserter. The chapters of this book take turns in telling the vicissitudes of the two protagonists . And the reader follows them , identifying the political and emotional hardships of the first, military and marital adversity in the second. Almost divided , the reader , to grant his sympathies , even his empathy , one or the other - wondering what can be shared by Eugene and Fyodor , if and when they will be able to compare, face to face , their souls , loves, losses. And then , at the end of the narrative, "for the first time in their separate existence , the heretic (...) Eugenio Del Sarto " and the nostalgic , resigned Fyodor Levskilyj - overwhelmed by an equal "curse" - spend together " the under the same night sky above the gulag of Severus Vostocnyj ":" both debtors of fate, robbed in his youth by demons not too different from each other . " Robbed , in the end , life and feelings of loved ones, just to have believed that freedom would flow as a direct consequence , the revolutionaries acted upon , and that the revolution could ensure a decent existence for all men. A historical novel , On the crest of utopia , which is enriched , page after page of elegant period frescoes - in the precise detailed description of the socio-economic fabric Italian and Russian. A novel that explores both aspects of the heart, is purely psychological traits of Eugene and Fyodor , always with a calm tone , and yet decided - quietly serene . There are, then , spacious, cinematic , "visions" nature , intended to highlight the strong contrasts that characterize the Tuscan landscape and the Caucasus. There is also more than a hint - spontaneous and environmentally - to the culinary traditions of Tuscany. So the author expresses himself on the subject of boiled beets , congealed in " pallette pressed ": " a product which, consumed in salads or sautéed with garlic clove , perhaps accompanied by pork sausages , was a very rich dish for those time. " Belluomini is faithful to the facts , which widely documented , but it is also abilenel " reinvent " in a narrative . Is punctual and honest, for example, when contextualizes the beginnings of fascism and its dictatorship, the revolution bolscevicae the ferocious outcomes of the Stalinist regime . Belluomini has in mind, above all, to deliver a sincere and lasting tribute "A Eugenio Del Magro , his daughter Teresa / and all those Italian / who had chased / the utopian dream of a better world, / whose traces are lost / horror of the Stalinist gulag / at the end of the thirties of last century. / / ". He plans to stay on the events of the past , not to erase that thin ridge that can recreate wounded from ideal , however, the hope, the collapse of any authentically and humanly valid utopia can induce to come to terms with history , the disappointments can trarresemi of wisdom: what happened , then, remains with the oppression , injustice and evil actions of absolute powers . But utopias , at least those not perish in the maze of false political doctrines. And how in the name of utopias are dead, they died in vain . Although, unfortunately , the ruins of existential ' " slender " , read, Eugenio Stubborn and strong , naive, depressed Fyodor stretch , like ghosts on the rubble individual and collective ingratitude of those years - and today, for many men equally difficult , " because the mystification of communications has always belonged to the established power , and especially to those who aspire to conquer the power ."
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