Read a 1952 Soviet novel in an evening.

Ilya Ehrenburg - Thaw.

About what?)
About love, of course.))
For some reason my mom gave it to me to read.
The novel is not bad from the point of view of immersion in that era of time, but reread definitely not going to))

As I said earlier - for me, fiction is just gum for the mind and the author's vision, no more.

I have long prioritized books on self-development.