Samye luchshie, samye sokrovennye stikhi B. Pasternak vlozhil v usta svoego liubimogo geroia Iuriia Zhivago. "Kak obeshchalo, ne obmanyvaia, proniklo solntce utrom rano, kosoiu polosoi shafranovoiu ot zanavesi do divana..." etot roman - o liubvi, o Rossii, o russkoi prirode, o russkoi intelligentcii... eto roman obo vsei nashei zhizni. I on udivitelno sozvuchen segodniashnemu dniu.