By the way, all the characters of this book reflect each other, like mirrors!
The Guardian denies Love (which means God, because God is Love), trying to offer Alice his artificially created immortality in exchange for her refusal to believe in Love (i.e., in God),
The only real thing in the world is Death, Alice! Death conquers all, always!
Death defeated LoveIts a pity that Koschey has already arrived, another singer of your dead Love, who pretends to be the Immortal.
Alice doesnt give up,
Your phrase is mirrored, everyone finds the own meaning.
However, does Love always defeat Death?
A non-standard chain of events puts Alice in front of a global question, Who am I? It is logical to assume that she is just the ghost of the real Alice killed by the Guardian, but at this turning point, reminding of V. Bryusovs poem Escape about the main characters awakening from sleep, the broken pattern provokes chaos from which a New and definitely HappyUniverse is created.
The attitude of the author to her colleagues-writers is curious:
in fact, all writers are magicians,
All people are crazy in their own way, especially Creators, such as writers they are engaged in real magic, the magic of the Word. The most talented are the craziest ones.
It was the destination: the soul descended to Earth in order to write about Solon.
A book is a separate world, too, isnt it? And the author is its creator, such a little god, right?
After all, in the beginning there was the Word.
In conclusion, Ill quote the most powerful, in my opinion, thought of this book. Its about the meaning of creativity? no, the meaning of the true Creators life.
Can true magicians create worlds? Yes, definitely. But these worlds are worthy absolutely nothing if there is neither Love inside, nor the one for whom you create them, with whom you wander there, discovering something new and wonderful feelings, emotions, knowledge, with whom you share joys and sorrows
If the Magicians world belongs only to himself and doesnt intersect at any point with the world of a kindred soul, it is doomed to destruction
Nina A. Abrashina,
member of the Union of Writers of Russia,
writer and doctor
The magazine ZINZIVER No.1 (127), 2022
(Magazines Hall Gorky media)
https://magazines.gorky.media/zin/2022/1
https://magazines.gorky.media/zin/2022/1/vzglyad-1.html
https://reading-hall.ru/publication.php?id=30244
https://reading-hall.ru/zinziver/1(127)2022.pdf
http://www.zinziver.ru/contents.php?id=2900
An UnScary/Scary Fairy Tale
In January 2022, in honor of the 190th anniversary of the English writer Lewis Carroll (18321898), the head of the Open Literary Club (Moscow), Lyudmila Vyacheslavovna Koroleva, member of the Union of Writers of Russia, established the literary public award The Looking-Glass, the first winner of which became the book A Trap for a Thought-Form by Alexandra Kryuchkova8.
The Trap is a real fairy tale for adults! Fearless scary! However, its known to everybody that adults need fairy tales more than children, and love them stronger. In general, people tend to strive for the unknown, mystery, secrets. Such aspiration is as archaic as stories after hunting, around the campfire in prehistoric times. The entire text of the Trap is riddled with mystery.
The main character Alice a lady, but in fact still a girl, because all people are children holds literary parties in M.A. Bulgakovs bad flat, recreated in the museum-theater Bulgakov House (Moscow, B. Sadovaya street, 10, 302 Bis), where a Portal to the Other Reality is located. Next door to the studio of the artist Georges Yakulov, where Sergey Yesenin and the brilliant dancer Isadora Duncan got acquainted. A well courtyard, a slice of the Moscow sky above. Loud steps. That air preserved the voices of all those who lived there, and who simply passed by, because nothing disappears without a trace!
Alice associates writers, heroes of the parties, with fairy-tale characters and various impure souls (lets quote the Guardian of the Portal, the Impurities, are they from not pure writing or not pure hearing?): Witch, Kikimora, Flower Fairy, Syrinx Bird, Waterman, Werewolf, Arachne; and some are named in accordance with the Tarot cards: the King of Swords, the Page of Cups. No wonder the last night in the Mansion is advertised as the Ball of Impurities. Or of Death?
Death lives in all scary fairy tales. Alice tries to talk Death off, distract it, recode herself towards Life. Its like the Last Dance, the Last Fight of the Master. Every Master is entitled to the final triumph. If the Master is real, he can prolong his last fight. Not forever, alas. Bulgakov continued it for more than ten years, Yesenin had been tearing the Black Man poem from himself for two and a half.
The literary parties in the book are strung one on top of the other, like beads of bloody and frozen in the Blizzard! rowan berries on a thread. Does the thread really break at the end by the inevitability of Death? Do the 40 literary nights end up in a passage to the Other Reality? The souls spend the same number of days after Death on Earth. Is it a sacred number? The author constantly refers to numbers. Everything around is permeated by them. But can you play with numbers? Why does Alice have 44 dresses? It would be logical to mirror 40, however, In numerology 4 means Death, but 44 is 4 plus 4, or 8, and this is already a sign of infinity, that for me personally means Love
So if the parties are like beads, should the reader be bored? No! To the monotony of the Blizzards songs, lulling the mind, mysterious events occur both in the Mansion and in the readers soul.
We get to the School of Magicians for the seminar How to become the Magician. Forty wise and feasible tasks that Alice presents during the breaks of each chapter are a true wish-fulfillment marathon and a step-by-step guide to create your Happy Universe! The breaking the pattern technique seems to me very interesting! Therefore arent you the Magician yet? This book is for you! In general, the whole Trap is Alchemy = Practicum of Secret Knowledge + Love in the mystical context of a puzzle plot on the verge of a detective story and even madness that keeps you in suspense until the last line
Alice is reflecting, trying to understand: why does she seem not to live indeed? Isnt she already dead? It is an interesting trick of the author to turn reality over, presenting the illusory one neither like a dream, nor like death, but vice versa