In Aglaia's life, monotonous and predictable, a "magician" unexpectedly appears. She meets him in English language courses. Goodwin is a brilliant teacher and an extraordinary person, unlike others. It's hard not to trust him, impossible not to be fascinated by him. Only over time does Aglaia realize: she is one of many "little bees" in his "hive," and each has its own purpose.
This could be a coming-of-age novel, a novel about teenage love, or a novel about violence, but "Bees" is more than each of these definitions. Word by word, image by image, thought by memory – in this novel everything connects and entangles, pulling from the depths of our memory, like a long string of handkerchiefs from a magician's hat, an infinite number of details, quotes, sensations, associations that seemed forgotten, - but no, have become a cultural code. Rich and recognizable in the smells, tastes, and sensations of everyone who lived through that time, a portrait of the bent and crumpled nineties, where it was so desperately wanted and so painfully impossible to find freedom, hope, and love.