Saying on vіynі is not scary. Scenarios for the call-in “Whoever speaks, it's not scary on the win, That doesn't know anything about the win. "Oh, vіyna, well, you hurt, you pidla"
All rows singing to Yulia Drunin many times you have guessed before the hour of growing up with the woman's call to the easy part. Galina Semenivna Polytikin, in contrast to the recent decade-old jubilee, is a divine beauty. Our heroine has generously poured over her children.
Go ahead - life credo
With a little chat, I thought to tell you about my heroine about the non-abyss athlete who participates in the Scandinavian walking club. Chi hot - for a serious operation from replacing a colony loam Galina Semenivna is not only not vimagan for herself any indulgences and indulgences, but with her butt to bring, well, when there is a lot of people. To go uphill, take part in the cross for tens of kilometers, and on the proposal to take it by car, only to see:
- Our war from the hour of the Great Victory to Berlin went, even if I remember them forty kilometers I will not fill it!
І played forward. Do not enter and do not get on, prodovzhuvati life, do not marvel at the importance of blows, which are not a mischief for her - the whole life credo. So she got to her feet, paralleling the lower pictures, looming in the arms of young children. She did not just make up, but through the rik of the song took part in the serious regional changes. So won a special drama, zoomed to take and try all, who got the sense of the bile, and the vitality of her children as happy, good people. Won’t get hungry over your wiki and continue your work, do not rush to sleep. Far from becoming the birthplace of Pivnochі, on the Ukrainian land, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren live. І їм needed її additional help. So do not rozslabishsya. The demand is strong! Such, as they nailed in the dynasty, if the share of the little Gal was invaded by the war, who changed the share of the few generations.
Strength of spirit - from the fathers of the recessions
The demand is strong, such as mother і tato. The woman speaks about them with great love and pride:
- At the age of fifteen years, the dad was called into the army, for the service he became a veteran. Mom from the fifteen rockies of the first group on the fall of the ridge, she gave birth and made us three! At 15 rockies, she threw off, and the won fell on her back on the stone. Immediately, the uvagi didn’t grow wild, but after a dozen hour the hump grew. Todi's mother from the village was sent to the Misc likarnya, and three times she passed into the gipsoviy lizhechka. And then before them, before they came to the army, one brother, the mighty cholovik mami. Tse buv 1937 rock, and in 1938 I was born.
Throughout the Great Patriotic War, the family passed at once with the dad - the commander of the Lotnaya Division. Chita, Lviv, Chernigiv, Dalekiy Skhid - only addresses were changed, the very atmosphere in the parts of Vijska felt uneasy and stressed. Tse in the old people, how to promote the victory of goodness and justice, everyone can be friends with oneself. And in life everything is bulo inakshe. Especially in view of the fact that the mass repressions were honored, Galina Semenivna was told:
- I remember, I was hanging a photograph of the booth, de-buv the entire warehouse of the tat part. In the evenings, when he came home, he was brave by a cheeky olivets, and having picked up the people for the sign, they were like enemies of the people. I marveled at the price and in my own way the reason to see. We grew up early. For the thrashing of nimts, there was a fault with the Banderians. Ale the whole hour people can be sajali in tabori. At the skin threshold, there was a small suitcase. Could at any moment come for you.
"I can't stand the smell of blood ..."
Nichni areshti, people in uniform, black, tightly closed cars that took people to Nikudi - the whole thing was only one side of life. Yshla is the most bloody war in the history of our state. The first five Gali once again burst into the memory of the vantages of the wounded and the killed, and the fear of exposing the grown-ups. And here is the smell of human blood:
- I kindly remember the forty-third rik - the razgrom of the nimts at Stalingrad. Wonderfully, even though there are five rockies. For the whole hour, my mother cheered us, froze in the cellars, they didn't drive us in. Silent feast more than anything else in the world I'm afraid of Misha and Schuriv. I still can't stand the smell of blood. I remember, they brought the wounded to the hospital at our units. Until now, the feast before the eyes - the majesty stretched out, over the leaked blood and pus of the bandaging material ...
Peremoga, ale not light
For the family division commander on May 9, 1945, only one survivor ended - Velika Vitchiznyana. Immediately sending to the part of the nadiyshov order of the term to dislocate to the Dalekiy Skhid, trim the defense of the cordon Radiansky Union Don't let Japan see another front. For five days forty divisions stood in the Trans-Baikal Vіyskovy okruzі, saturating the cordon. There dad otrimav wounded. Having spent a little time in the hospital, I was guilty of the virus to Lviv, and then to Brodiv, even though I was scared of Danina with the banders.
Inhabitants of Zakhidnoy Ukraine in war rock lived dumb with hammer and kovadl. On one side - the NKVD, black funnels and a totalitarian system, on the other side - that is, who were united by Stepan Banderi's forefathers. They didn’t explain anything to the children, and it was so loud: if you want to see - rob those who seem to be. Please let us know. And death for children of that hour was not just for abstract understandings. The stench stuck to her skin day. On the way to school, they sent their grown classmates to school, as they didn’t mind taking the pioners’s ties. The stench smelled death in the rice of the head of a kolgospu, who was killed and torn apart right on the street. Do the pictures do not pass my spyvrozmovnitsa, especially because of the fact, as you won’t, in the modern Ukraine, Otaman Stepan Bandera was killed national heroes:
- It’s not a good thing to do it! I remember that we lived peacefully with the local populations, with the Hutsuls, we lived peacefully. Oh, women used to carry milk to us. Once I get up, I am a lie, and my mother seems to say: "Go to school on your way, go not there, please go to school." I didn’t hear it. I wonder how you pour milk in our courtyard, glechiks rozbiti, scraps skidly roll, and a lot of women, the axis of chicks of the gutsulok themselves, how they carried milk to us, hung right there on the tree. And they smelled the stench of their own people!
Our rozmova dragged on for a kilka of years. Negligently, as my heroine said, my life wasted and deafening overpowering over the surroundings - it would have been better! I just write її, it’s not about wine. Vaughn will be about love, yak resurrect from the dead. About hopes, yak, nikoli is not in the world. About vira, yak, they let us live, we could wind up everything about the opposite. That in the end of our material will not be a speck, but three specks. And it’s all well and good just to fix it ...
Methodical outlet competition"Methodical masterpiece"nomination : "Show sign for kids"
I don’t know anything about wine ”
teacher
ukrainian movi and literature
Freebie Є.V.
Donetsk
2018
“Who can say that it’s not scary in vіyni,
I don’t know anything about wine ”
(Literary and musical composition, dedicated to the ear of the Great Victory Day). 9-11 clasie
meta: vikhovuvati grows up to the age of great patriotism, love to Batkivshchyna, the vitality of the connection, guides to history and culture, feeling a bit like the veterans of the Great Patriotic War.
ustatkuvannya: laptop, projector; musical suprovid: phonograms pisen, video materials.
go to call
Sound "March Slov'yanka"
teacher
That same day in rotsi
In the cold weather
Having seen us a bathhouse
On all, on all chotiri rocky.
Vona so squeezed in a slid
I laid down the first style,
Twenty rock and thirty rock
We live not to believe that we are alive.
Kostyantin Simonov, having written about the first day of vinyi. Vіyna brought grief to the skin of a donkey. It’s German in our land of such a homeland, in which day they didn’t think of a grandfather, but not turning from the battlefield, looking forward to being young for a bit of bloody photography ...
1st leading. 22 worms felt a great battle of our people against fascism. 27 million people lost their lives at the Great Victory Day. Let your skin be seen by you on your own suvor eyes, you have fallen asleep, the purity of your hearts, the vision of visibility in front of the memory of these people, a great feat.
2nd leading ... We are dedicated to the memory of the soldiers who were killed on the fronts of the Great Victory Day, as there was anger, and to you, dear veterans.
teacher
I know on the earthly planet
Chi without repeating this winter,
We need our children
They remembered about it, yak mi.
I'm not dazed
The schob didn’t get lost;
Aje tsya memory is our conscience,
That’s how we need strength.
On the screen - a fragment of the chronicle of the Great Victory Day.
1st student
Cherven ... Evening has come,
The first white night the sea was pouring,
I moon, dzvinkiy smіkh lads,
I don’t know, I don’t see grief.
2nd student
Cherven ... Todi did not know yet,
Three school evenings krokyuchi,
Tomorrow will be the first day of death,
And it will disappear in the 45th, in the equal.
1st leading ... Vіyna was honored. From the journal of operative records of the Head Office of the State Prikordonnoy Service “22 worms. 4 years 50 hilin. During the artillery preparation, the warriors went on the offensive in the Volodymyr-Volinsky area on the Bilorus cordon. On the dilyantsi 97 of the cordon corral, the attack was seen. On the іnshіh dіlyankas іde artillery і kulemetny fire. V Narazi enemy to bomb Volodymyr-Volinsky, Kovel ...
2nd lead. Narodnaya itself, and truly itself, is sacred from the battle of the warriors on earth. Great Vitchiznyana. The road is 2600 kilometers long. The road is up to date in 1418 days and nights.
1st leading ... Our Batkivshchyna was taken over and Niyak was not made by the rich, but by the simple boys from the school.
stations
yak novgorodskі vіcha.
Peace,
de klekoche ludska bida.
Ishov echelon.
And nazustrich,
towards-
if you don't have a sanitary visit ...
2nd leading ... This is how our land was in the first days of our life. Before the uninterrupted bombardment and anallot, people got magical to evacuate on the skid, and even vіyna caught all the zenatska. Varto only zdogaduvatisya, skilki long bulo zlamano, skіlki children bulo absorbed into the whole "klekit human bidi".
1st leading ... Great Vіtchiznyana vіyna ... as far away from us ... Only after films, books and with the help of front-line soldiers, we can see how Peremoga was won at the price. "Vіyna zvsіm firework, but just a robot", - wrote the front-line soldier. The first non-human important to the robot was not deprived of the choloviks, but the th women, the girls, all the school kids.
2nd leading ... Even the other children copied the control, read the verses, acknowledged the failure, and tomorrow it will be defeated ...
Two scholars (Yunak and Dvchina) read Bulat Okudzhavi's versh "Goodbye, boys!"
divchina
Oh, v_yna, well, she was breaking, p_dla:
our courtyards became quiet,
our lads raised their heads
the stench grew up to the point,
on the ice the ice poured
i went, for soldier-soldier…
Good luck, lads!
lads,
Ні, do not bother you, be high,
do not mischief ni kul, ni pomegranate
do not regret yourself,
and all the same
try to turn back.
yunak
Ah!
replace the weight of the rosette and dim,
our lady dressyachka bili
distributed to their sisters.
Chobot - well, where do you see them?
So green was the shoulder strap ...
You spit on plitkars, girls.
We will create rakhunki with them.
Don't bother basіkayut, scho tell you dumb in scho,
you are going with a vengeance ...
Until then, little girl!
Дівчата,
try to turn back.
1st leading ... It seems that if you are making up the garmati, you are waving the music. Ale from the first to last day do not win in the voice of the singers. The first garmat cannonade could not drown the yogo. Nicholas to the voice of singing, the readers did not hear so well.
2nd leading ... The shock of the war gave rise to a generation of young poets, as they were later called the front-line ones, the names of these are now widely known: Sergiy Narovchatov, Oleksandr Mezhirov, Yuliya Drunina, Sergiy Orlov, Petit Samoilov, Bulat Okudzhava
1st leading ... Immediately after the school, in the first days of my life she volunteered for the army of poet Yuliya Drunin ...
I went from dynasty to a brude teplushka,
At the echelon of pikhoti, in the sanitary platoon.
Distant discernment hearing and not hearing
To all the sound it was forty first rіk.
2nd leading ... Tsya divchina, like a lot of them, bach at her own eyes terribly revealing the guilt, chula gurkit shells, sniffed herself out of the trench to help her comrades.
I once banged the style hand-to-hand,
Once in reality. І thousand uvі sі.
Who says it’s not scary in Vijni,
That does not know anything about the wine.
1st leading ... Virshi Simonov, Surkov, Isakovsky were forced to fight, to dole out the hardships and hardships: fear, death, hunger, ruin. Moreover, the stench helped not only to fight, but to life.
2nd leading ... “Wait for me, and I will turn to Eat deaths for evil ...” - K. Simonov’s reply, while everything cried out to help and check! And to the front-line soldier - check those who are still checking in the house. Tsya vira is rich in what will be life and style. Tvir took to the lively overconfidence from the lack of doorstep of people, scho to be pulled one to one.
Yunak chita virsh K. Simonova "Wait for me".
1st leading ... Frontline life ... Here, the readiness to sacrifice oneself, by the very day, was like the wicked world of human skin, feats were met in a skin battle.
I stand by the bele of Vichny in the fire with the stolen head ...
Here Win, and I - tsilisinky, alive.
We immediately went to the vіyskkomatu. Go to wіyna.
We were taken over by one battalion commander, and given one company.
Those, I remember, bulo in the chest, in the flying snowfall.
We were advancing on Ugri for a quarter of the day after.
Moscow marveled, why mother, I hope for us,
I was easier to advance in that impenetrable time.
Ale then hitting a machine gun - zavis with the fire, -
Not me, Vin rushed forward, blocking me,
Rivkom me ahead of everything by half a shoulder,
Tearing at me, I was full of strength, and the gun was knocking.
The axis became so in that battle ...
Walking, kulu is not my fault, having taken to my rakhunok.
Since it is so assigned to a share - ti life, but no friend,
Now trim in front of you for a new way
І, the vernacularity of the memory,
Swear by b_lya Vichny Vognyu life so, yak is alive bi OH.
To sound V. Visotsky's song "Win not turning from battle" in the video clip "Only old men go to battle"
2nd leading ... Young, beautiful, new strength and health, the stench went to the front, do not think about those who are in front of them, hoping for a change, on the light of the day ... because of their husbands and heroism, the stench stood up to destroy their Fatherland. Hiba stink didn't want to love and be happy? Hiba did they not have fear? The stench, as it was, they loved, they wanted to be happy, mothers of children and families, to be their own maybut, to be.
1st leading ... For the first time you will forget, why should you love so much in the people of the people of the future, take care of them from the memory, take care, like a saint? Singingly, for simplicity and soulfulness, melody and memory. Simple and simple, the paintings were broadened mittuvo. Stink and live in our memory.
Review of the video from the film "Officer"
2nd leading ... We went to peremogy, we will continue to do it, 1418 days and nights. Shoroku 9 years old are quietly quiet, hto not being afraid in 1941 - our veterans. The victory is not only joy, but sorrow. Bulo p_drahovano, from the skin of a hundred they fought, and only three were alive. Once again, wondering how quietly you are on the way (slide with photos on the screen ). Individuals of simplicity and spirituality, youth and not according to rock, with a clear look. Heroic Generation of Victories. Stinks fell for the freedom and independence of our Fatherland.
1st leading
I know no fault of mine
The one who didn’t come from the wrong,
The one who stinks, one is older, one is young,
We got stuck there, і not about the same mova,
I їх міг, at the time of the zoom to save, -
Mova is not about those, but all are, all are, all are ...
The author of the tsikh virshiv is a singer-front-line soldier Oleksandr Tvardovsky. The one who sings, which was born three times before the ear of this death, - the author-viconavets Volodymyr Visotskiy, apparently in the interview about the reasons, how to spontaneously write the last words on the theme of the Great stories, my own stories: I'm creative like I'm pre-war ... "words - іnshі, but a bit of a fault, I didn't get to the front, but the workers live so importantly.
2nd leading ... How sponuka us, today, talk about wine? Singingly, having felt the unimportant podyaky, we lay down and tell, who had seen the terrible war rock. And yet - I see pain from unintentional losses in these failures.
1st leading ... Viyne wants to forget. It is important for people to live with such a savagely nailed memory, with such a tormented soul. Ale scho will be with us, how can people forget and not give us their memory?
What will we be without her in our great and troubling light? Still, memory is alive in us. Look out for dozens of nobles, so that you don't overshadow the human heart. Tse won z'єdnu passed і maybutnє.
divchina
Wonder, people, about wine
See, people, husbands are quiet,
Who was buried alive in the ground.
The middle of the turbo bots of everyday life.
Do not forget the virginity of sadness.
Aje ti, who did not become for vіyna.
Who was burned, driven in, trampled,
Who deaths came from youth and spring,
Stink for us, for our life fell.
Read, people, books about wine.
Do not be afraid of tears and liquids, and fear,
Wonder, people, about wine.
I don’t get dirty with sumuvati and posters.
(R. Tamarina)
2nd leading ... For everything, for my maєmo, for the life of the goiters, we knit all of them, who fought, ginuv, sighted in quiet minds, if he was good, it is hard to see.
1st leading ... For us, it is the history of history, the memory of the dead and innumerable living heroes of the Great Victory Day. Tse won, our memory, z'є passed and і maybutє. And oh, hto giving us a purely peaceful sky, like plowing "Junkers", the opportunity to be happy with merriment, big on a warm board, everything is less and less, I still want to remember about them ...
Mi pam'yataєmo. Mi sumuєmo.
List of Victory Literature
Velyka Vіtchiznyana vіyna / Order. Є.R. Nikitina.-M .: VAKO, 2015
https://rupoem.ru/okudzhava/ax-vojna-chto.aspx
WHETHER IT'S NOT SCARY ON VIYNI,
TOY NICHOGO I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT VІYNU
leading
Vіyna ... Just when I hear the word in my heart, I will rewire the fear, the fear of spending the family and the loved ones, the fear of spending the Batkivshchyna. Vіyna ... The whole word is seen by the moon from a great past, hovering over a rich generation. “Who knows, it's not scary on viyny,” - said Yulia Drunin.
I once banged the style hand-to-hand,
Once in reality. I thousand - at SNI.
Who says it’s not scary in Vijni,
That does not know anything about the wine.
Tse chotirivirsh bulo was written in 1943 rotsi, if vіynі is not visible to the end. If the 19-year-old poet Yuliya Drunina herself is "signified" by fragments of destruction, she has been wounded. Vona fought until quietly, until 21 leaf fall 1944 did not discard the document “... vіyskovoї service". Vona turn to Moscow, go to the Literary Institute, and see it in the right way. Todi won’t come with students to lectures and sign up here. Nichto did not dare to see it. That yak yy vidmovish? Frontline soldiers? If you want to marvel at the tsyu tendency of the girl, you will not be able to find a bag, but she has turned from the heat of battle.
Old line - charring of the wood.
Yuniy Aleinikov, Yuniy Bernes.
Daughter is like: "Primitive"!
Maybe bootie, true in the words qih є,
Tilki vidvaga, і vitality, and honor -
Imminent motive.
Oh, she showed on the plyvtsi vіyna ...
Yak nabridli me pivtoni -
Nemov because of my strong addictions
So, yak to be afraid of bad guests ...
Old line - charring of the wood,
"Dark Nich" is naspіvuє Bernes.
Oh, yak hvilyuє simple motive,
Yak pіdkoryu heart "primitive"!
Eighteen children were trained as sanitary officers on the battlefields, and wounded soldiers were cultivated along the way. We spent the night in the trenches, in the forest on the snow. The managers of their feats, the bulo is hidden rich in life. Author:
zblidla
Having caught the teeth towards the crunch,
From the native trench
one
You are guilty of seeing,
I parapet
Skip through the shelling
Guilty.
Aja can not pretend
In front of you,
I will not smell at night,
Yak mayzhe hopelessly
"Sister!"
There,
Pid bombardment, shout ...
Viyna is a zhakhlive manifestation of zhorstokosti quiet, hto її zativa. On vіynі nemає winners. Guard all sides. Know everything. In order not to repeat the graces of the past, it is necessary to remember about zhahi vіyni and in all ways to secure the world. They lived under a peaceful sky.
To sound the song "Khmari in Blakitny"
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Song "Ah, hmari in blakitnoe" from the film "Moscow Saga" by Vicon Christina Orbakaite in a happy composition, ale є legend, but the basis of the song was written in 1942 by the composer Oleksandr Zhurva. It’s not so, but the composer himself confirmed it. Author (text) words: V. Aksionov, P. Sinyavskiy
Film "Moscow Saga" - screening of the same novel by Vasyl Aksionov, directed by Dmytro Barshchevsky, script by Natalia Violena. Oleksandra Zhurbina, who is still alive in America, was assigned a song for the film, played waltz and played by phone in Russia. Petro Sinyavskiy wrote the words behind the motives of the novel before the melody. In the novel itself, the verse is about the gloom in a blakit zgaduєtsya, ale the text of yogo in the novel is not.
The film has one more song by Zhurbin, as a gesture sounded in the general opinion of Olga Budina - "Guests to the dacha z'yzhdzhalisya" channels CTC 14 serpnya 2005 rock).
leading:
“Pre-old waltz” is a reference to the tragic history of the life of the Radians' hulks, especially the sacks of Brest. The song is entirely dedicated to the late pre-war days and a spogad about the heartless moments. Here is a short description of the pre-ancient hour. The hid of trams, the movie about Volza in the cinema, the living specimens of people who are in love - all are tame and not educated before the Great Victory. Tsikavo those who didn’t do anything about the Maybut tragedy.
Qia Pisnya є for his sutta with a guide about the peace of a turbulent life. You will stand before your eyes with a stretch of baguettes of all kinds of rock.
F. Laube sings the author of the words to the talent. Yogo virshi poklav on his music is the composer P. Aedonitsky. The author zmіg set the text to summarize, to convey the sorrow of vіyni. Aedonitsky, having decorated the penny text with wonderful tragic music, non-selfish character. Tsikava composition of the Vicon Kobzon has become the most popular version of "Antecedent waltz".
“Peace of mind is the sky above the fort of Brest,
Everything is still alive, everything is still alive, .. "
To sound the song "Old Waltz"
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Most of the old-fashioned songs about wine have survived to our days. From the epochs of ВІА, the valley reached us beautiful create Lev Leshchenko and Yosip Kobzon, as they test the Radianskiye Vyskovs, as they did it with a great importance and I will win it over. This is how Olga Vrantsi's hit has survived to our days without ruining his soul. In "Baladi about Farbakh", the memory of our ancestors of the war veterans is reminiscent of our grandparents, who, at the cost of their life, health and youth, have pledged their paths to their landmarks to a safe life and freedom.
Quite a bit of patriotic memory. In the day of the composition, the scene of the farewell of the members of the family before being sent to the front will be reviewed. Mom saw off her children until the trip. The offense of the blue fought until the end of the day. Smoot to develop, if the plot is about the happy end of such a roost. Mother has spared one for three villages. The offense of the blue turned to the house of being sinister and not smart. Everything for them, that city was brought before them chimalo. Only the axle of the hair of the lads was crept in with sivino. Frowning rumors about їkh porіvnyannі and "deadly bіliznoyu". Skoda, there are such young people in our land, there are a lot of such young people. The youth was ruined, with all this, the navit was not negotiated. All the bullets for the sake of the fact that all of them turned back to live before home.
Okremi words slid say about the sum of the music of this hit. The songs, dedicated to the participants of the Great Victory, practically made them sound sound. It’s practical to use those words to represent a sad story. It’s not uncommon to hear such a picture of the team, who have lost their loved ones on the BBV.
To sound the song "Balada about Farbi"
Music: O. Feltsman Lyrics: R. Rizdvyany
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Songs of military rock, as well as those written for the first time, but not assigned to these important rock, now sound not less piercing, not earlier. Smells - Danina's memory of tim, hto zaginuv, and gift to tim, hto emerged in the tragic rock of the Great Victory Day. "Dark Nich", "Let's Get Fired", "Wait for Me" and rich songs written in the rock of the Great Victory - reference masterpieces of musical lyrics.
Velyka Vіtchiznyana vіyna 1941-1945 rr. It was very important for our people, the army, and the state. However, unaffected by the majesty of vratti, the feeling of the righteousness and justice of one's own righteousness wicked a colossal surge of creative energy.
“I wouldn’t be wrong” is a complete song, which I will describe to the authorities for the bagatokh hits in that hour of manner the whole non-viral picture of the fighting spirit for the people of the SRCP. The composition gave the light to the distant 1983 rots. The axis has already given us its beautiful rows of verses and melody for the third ten years already. Її to the verbal part of the vicon in Igor Shaferan. Music to hit writing by Mark Minkov. All at once they got to finish the music composition.
The text of the hit report is about the female citizen in the house with her cohanim. Good luck to the vein. Tse zbentezhil the woman, even at any moment in time, you can take the kohan from her for a living. Vona mrіє about those who didn’t get lost, Composition of ryasnіє feminine feelings and experiences. The words of the name of the hit are repeated abundantly in the dawn of the composition. Tse to produce until the main її meta of soundness is practically dermal hearing.
On this year's boulevard viconano kіlka varіatsіy її vikonannya. The nyvidomisha from them is the version of the Tolkunovoi's vikonannya. The female friend spins about the love of love, yak nichto іnshy.
To sound the song "I wouldn’t be bulo vіyni"
Music: Mark Minkov Lyrics: Igor Shaferan
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Song "Vognik" in the form of a radiant new composition. Mykhailo Isakovsky became the author of the words for her. The author of the music to the hit is not home. The song is invented to become popular with the people.
The text of the hit tell us about the boys who sent to the front. Help about the native kohanoi actively help you to fight in battles for Radianska Batkivshchyna.
The date of the hit is definitely not a type. It is clear that only those who have written the text on the 19th April 1943 to the rock. Podrukovaniy vin buv in the newspaper "Pravda". Virsh of Mykhailo Isakovsky was called that way. To music in a word, they thought they could put together a lot of radians' talents, a composer and also a musician. Among them are boules M. Blanter, N. Makarova, and also L. Schwartz and A. Mityushin. They tried for themselves і amateurs: N. Chugunov, and also V. Nikitenko. The melodies created by them were not even similar to the one that gained wide popularity.
To sound the song "Vognik"
leading:
The romantic composition of the tsia has given the light to the talents. Music to hit written by the composer M. Fradkin. The verses of the verses for the song of the bullets are rendered by the Radiansky poet E. Dolmatovsky. At the same time, people launched a deeper and less lyrical musical hit on Vyskov's themes. The beauty of romance є in dreams and troubles, and the hero of the temptations to say goodbye to the beautiful lady at the end of the night. Being far from the vlasny booth in the military front-line campaign, the soldier with all his heart sees the tug of the fatherland. This is a foreign land for a new one. At the same time, I will remember the moment of seeing the father of the father. There you are dancing and growing up with him, giving you the chances and giving you the chance to see the real ones. The hero of the song forgot about the whole range of battles and strangers. It’s a pity, but it was tense to the wound. A lot of music lovers appreciate the song, as one of the most beautiful compositions on the subject. I would like to straighten out the front-line activity and not, everything is so clear, what a hell of a thing. It’s a pity that in the last hour of such compositions, less and less, more and more, "Vipadkovy Waltz" will come out and please us with your music and words.
Some of the song was called "Officer's Waltz" and if he heard the song І. V. Stalin, then he was overwhelmed: "the officer is not guilty of dancing, but of fighting .."
leading:
"Bo mitsna, like death, love ..."
If there is a lively voice from the dynamic radio, from the TV screen, from the simple acordi, entering with the words "cover the sky with powdery eyes, do not vigolos "mi - zoryana memory one one" ...
The words that the whole country repeated, at least the life and the part, are primed on themselves and seemingly soulfully pleasing to such a woman, not divine, ale spoky love. Love, yak let you feel the same in tomorrow. This love, if for two - all in one heart. This love, as it permits a little one and only thoughts in the country. This love, which is not afraid to bring death.
Behind the spogads of Evgen Matvev, "... the song" Vidlunnia of love "was not fought for the gallantry of creative canons. , like a moment to convey the nighthonic nuances of foldable love. And the voice of Annie German. If I accepted the idea of Robert Rizdvyanikh, Eugen Ptichkina and Peter Proskurin, the author of the novel "I Share in Knowledge" We didn’t know yet, didn’t know music, knew only one thing: Anna was guilty. They sent a telegram to Hanna Herman at Warsaw to sleep in our film, in one minute they sent a positive message. I have this ... I wish. "
If Anna arrived in Moscow in 1977 to a recording studio, she recorded a song for the symphony orchestra without rehearsals. Vona flew in at the temperature of forty, ale from the perverted bazhannyas spivati. Already for that time, because of the terrible Italian accident, because of the fact that I was walking again, because of the important and not safe canopy, all the dumb people were not enough for the evil of life, the lignoses "put" the children. Nevilikovno.
Evgen Matvev posed zgaduvav, scho to write down the song that brought a little bit of sleep. Yak tilki Anna entered with a verse, the orchestra repaired the grati separately. Matvev is not immediately visible, in which on the right. Then the heart was clenching: the violinists and the cello players, marveling at the match, they literally felt the strength in their eyes, they quietly repaired the posters: Anna slept like that, she said goodbye to her life.
Still not viyshov on the screen of the film "Share", not yet more television broadcasts, but rather deprived of radio broadcasts, ale “Echo of Love” fell in love. The leaves witnessed the success of the song, the stench came and came. They asked for the author of the sheets;
To sound the song "Vidlunnya lyubov"
Leading.
A song about a simple, ale, at the same hour, unearthly kohannya. Vona Bula was written for the Radiansky film about wine, about experiencing, about that foldable love. The sense of a polyagi is that the help is not frightening nor overwhelming, nor folding, nor seeing, nor bringing death.
even strong song, So. and the history is even more beautiful. Tsia pisnya - from the range of vital values ..
“To say, it's not scary in viyny, she doesn't know anything about viyna,” said Yu.V. Drunin. In the first place, it’s working well, and it’s the most frightening thing to be in the life of people. We, the great Russian people, sleazy heads in front of the heroes who were killed, they killed ill-heartedly, hid the maybut of our land. The payment for the overcoming is even higher ... but nothing is wrong, only memory and sumuvati will be lost after them, who have given their life to the enchanting of our bright maybut ...
Ukladach: T.I. Nazarova,
provincial library of the Central library im. N. Krupskoi
preє waltz
LYapota for the tenth of the fortune of Brest,
At this apartment, happy faces.
Waltz. Politruk will ask for a name,
Shine a new cube on the buttonhole.
And for a wink, for a wink, the beauty of a young man,
Whispering from the Bug weeping willow.
Rik Forty-first, an ear of a worm.
Everything is still alive, everything is still alive,
Everything is still alive, everything, everything, everything.
Marvel at Nevsky from the posters of the Utyosov,
In cinemas like "Volga, Volga".
I know Kronstadt seeing the sailors:
We will be the head of the poor.
And at the stern, at the stern of the white night, think,
Seagulls circling over the Finnskoy bay.
Rik Forty-first, an ear of a worm.
Everything is still alive, everything is still alive,
Everything is still alive, everything, everything, everything.
On the facade of the Great Theater
To rush to vidpochinok, lunati, trams.
The classes have ten іspiti tomorrow,
Vichny fire at the Kremlin has not fallen.
Leave everything in advance, leave everything, leave everything in front ...
Twenty svitanks overflowed with happy ...
Rik Forty-first, an ear of a worm.
Everything is still alive, everything is still alive,
Everything is still alive, everything, everything, everything.
Having guessed about the pre-war waltz,
Waltz resurrecting individuals dear to us,
The front road was calling us,
Z kim it happened to us to be separated.
Rocky passed and well after a quiet evening.
Marveling at the portraits of friends is not easy.
All the stinks are alive, all the stinks are alive,
All the stench is alive, all, all ...
At the memory of our Christmas and New Years
All the stinks are alive, all the stinks are alive,
All the stench is alive, all, all, all!
Balada about farbi
Buv vin rudim, yak from rzhikiv stew,
Rudim, nemov oranges for snig.
Mati jartovala, mati a merry bully:
"I have given birth to a little sonny!"
And іnshy buv nasty-nasty at her,
Chornim, nibi burned resin.
Regotat over the supplies of the won,
Kazala: "Zanadto Nich Bula Chorna!"
At the forty-first, at forty-memory rotsi,
The loudspeakers shouted bida.
Offended by blue, offended by two, silly by the earth -
They bowed to my mother in the belt. І went.
Happened in battle, seemingly young
Rudy naughty fire and black dim,
Evil greens of stagnant fields,
Syriy kolіr of front-line hospitals.
Offense blue, offense twoє, two krill
They fought until the city was over. Mati checked.
Chi didn’t hate, she didn’t curse her share.
The funeral went to the hut.
Has spared їy, has fallen to happiness with a rapt.
Spared one for three villages around.
Spared їy. Spared oh! Spared!
Offended by the blue gate to the village.
Offense to blue, offense to two, flesh and article.
Blue sit in a row - on the shoulder.
Whole hands, whole legs - well!
P'yut green wine, yak led.
Both have changing hair color -
The deadly twins have become hairy ...
It can be seen that there is a lot of bіloi farbi near Vіyni.
Even before the stage, we got a little rosary,
But I’m talking about you.
Well, hiba mi would live alone without one,
Singingly, I became old to term,
That only one is not your fault.
Yaky bi mi beautiful boule couple,
My mile, if it wouldn’t be lost,
My mile. if it wouldn’t be lost.
I know you will hold out your hands,
Cliches from bezpovorotnoy side.
Our grandchildren used to go to school,
My mile, if it wouldn’t be lost,
My mile, if it wouldn’t be lost.
Nichto hvirtku knock not turbo,
I am deaf in the silence.
Ty b is older than boo, and I bula b young,
My mile, if it wouldn’t be lost,
My mile, if it wouldn’t be lost.
vognik
At the position of the divine
I saw off the fight,
Dark nights are simple
Ganku at the gatherings.
I leave behind the fogs
Bachiti mg cotton,
At the end of the day
All gorіv vognik.
The lads are friendly
Front family,
Come along, bully comrades,
Dear friends,
Ale know vulytsya
Zabuti vіn not mіg:
“Children, divchino is cute,
Yes, my vognik? "
І friend is far away
Cotton zv_stochka shle,
Shho love її dіvoche
Nicoli will not die.
Everything that has been conceived,
All are in the term, -
Chi does not go out without an hour
Golden Vognik.
I old radio
On the souls of the beats
From such a fiery one,
View of the leaf.
I hated enemy
Міцніше б'є cotton
For Radianska Batkivshchyna,
For a native vognik.
voodoo waltz
Nich is short
Sleep hmari,
I lie on the valley
Don't know your hand.
pislya trivog
Sleep metechko.
I can feel the melody of the waltz
I now start for a year.
I want you to be with you mayzhe do not know
І far away from my budinok,
I do not know
Bіlya booth of the native.
In the whole empty room
I dance my breath
So say my word
I don't know about it myself.
Let's go round
Make friends and friends.
I am dancing and dancing
I ask you not to vibachiti.
Kliche wound
I know in the end.
Hang your little place,
I will go through your doors.
I want you to be with you mayzhe do not know
І far away from my budinok,
I do not know
Bіlya booth of the native.
In the whole empty room
I dance my breath
So say my word
I don't know about it myself.
Eho love
Cover the sky with powdery stars.
І bend the horns spring
I will smell you a thousand miles away:
Mi - vіdlunnya, mi - vіdlunnya,
Mi dovge vidlunnya one
Mi - vіdlunnya, mi - vіdlunnya,
Mi dovge vidlunnya one
I’m up to you, if I’m not bully,
Touching the heart is not important.
I know us love for myself.
Mi - nіzhnіst, mi - nіzhnіst,
Mi-Vіchny nіzhnіst one one!
І wind in the edge on the same temryavi,
Behind the deadly stake
I know that we are not separated from you!
Mi - memory, mi - memory,
Mi-star memory one one
Mi - memory, mi - memory.
Mi - Zoryana memory one one!
blue scarf
Little blue little hustchka
Falling from drooping shoulders.
Ty said you won't forget
Laskavikh, radіsnyh sights.
by the hour
We said goodbye to you ...
Nemaє more nights! De ti khustinku,
Miliy, bazaniy, dear?
I remember, yak in memory of the evening
Having fallen Khustinka twiy from the shoulders,
Yak saw off and obed
Take care of the blue handkerchief.
I do not care with me
Nemа syogodnі lovers, dear,
I know, from love to uzgoliv
Hovaєsh hustku blakitny.
You will be able to decorate your leaves,
І mid row in a blue hustchka
I know the post before me.
I often in biy
See me viglyad tviy,
I see, entrusting with a loving gaze
You are constantly with me.
Skіlki of the famous Khustinki
Wearable in greatcoats with you!
Neither move, little shoulders
Memory in the battle stubble.
For them, native,
Bazhanikh, lovers of such,
Sew a kuletmaker for a blue hustchka,
Shho buv on the shoulders of dear ones.
Katyusha
Apple and pear blossoms,
Mists poured over the river.
Katyusha went to the shore,
To the high bank on the steep.
Vihodila, the ringleader
About the steppe gray eagle,
About the one I loved
About that, whose leaves I took care of.
Oh, ty, song, little girl,
Fly after the clear sun slid
I fight on a distant cordon
From Katyusha, send a message.
Come on, guess the divine is simple,
Let’s smell, yak won’t spivay,
Take care of the land, take care of the homeland,
And Katyusha's love is safe.
Apple and pear blossoms,
Mists poured over the river.
Katyusha went to the shore,
To the high bank on the steep.
Day of Peremogi
Day of Peremogi, yak vin buv see us far away,
A yak in a bagatti to an unattractive tanuv ember.
Bully versts, burned, in a saw.
Days and nights at the open-hearth furnaces
Chi did not sleep our Batkivshchyna eyes.
Days and nights they fought an important battle.
All day they were close, as they could.
Tsey Day Peremogi smelled of gunpowder.
Tse sacred from the sivinoi on the side.
Qia joy with tears in the eyes.
Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremoga !!!
Hello, mom, not everyone turned around.
Boson would try to get through the dew.
Piv-Evropi prokuvali, piv-Earth.
All day they were close, as they could.
Tsey Day Peremogi smelled of gunpowder.
Tse sacred from the sivinoi on the side.
Qia joy with tears in the eyes.
Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremoga !!!
Day Peremogi smelled of gunpowder.
Tse sacred from the sivinoi on the side.
Qia joy with tears in the eyes.
Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremogi! Day of Peremoga !!!
De vie now, friends, fellow soldiers ...
On the grassy short nights
Grim, ended the battle.
My boyfriends?
I go in good time, I go,
At the new pine trees;
Viterets passing along.
Maybe come before us a well-known soldier
Viterets passing along.
We guessed it, how we lived,
The yak was consumed by important versts of the rakhunok.
For a change, they dried it up again,
Yaksho ty vypadkovo unpleasantness,
Ty, friend, do not manage anіtrohi,
The girls are already good.
Here in our district, with songs to the rich,
The girls are already good.
We'll be a collegiate housewife,
Schob boulo can be seen in everything:
The family of the Radiansky hero lives here,
Having seized the land with my breasts.
On grassy, short nights
Grim, ended the battle.
De vie now, friends, fellow soldiers,
My boyfriends?
cranes
I have to be built for an hour, as a soldier,
For the crooked ones did not come the fields,
They did not spray the qiu into the ground,
And they re-did it on big cranes.
Smell to the heart of the day in the quiet hours of the distant -
Chi not so often i sum
Mi zamovkaєmo, marvel at the heavens?
To fly, to fly across the sky a wedge of weariness -
Fly into the fog at the end of the day,
І in that order є promіzhok maliy -
Bootie can be a great misce for me!
The day has come, and I am playing with a crane
I will pour in the same gray imli,
Z-pid heaven in a bird's-eye call
All of you who have been deprived of the earth.
This year, before the evening,
I bachu, yak in the fog cranes
Fly in your own singing mood,
The yak walked through the fields of people stinking.
Stink to fly, to fix the path
I viguku chiis іmena.
Chi not to the one with the cry of the crane
What is the status of the avarska podibna?
I only once banged hand-to-hand -
Once in reality, and hundreds of times since we were.
Who says it’s not scary on vіynі -
I don’t know anything about wine
Yuliya Drunina
12 spring 1941 rock. VGK Rate Directive No. 001919
The proof of the fight against German fascism by showing that in our fighters' divisions there are fewer and more panic and victorious elements, like, at the first onslaught from the side of the enemy, they throw the enemy, start to cry out for the dogs " As a result of some of the elements of the division, it will continue until the next day, throwing a material part and then using the same initiatives to go to the line. Various appearances may occur on all fronts. YAKBI COMMANDERS AND COMISAR SUCH divisions of the bully ON HIS OWN ENTIRED, panickers and magic elements could not have taken the upper hand in the division. Ale bida in the fact that SOLID I STEEL COMMANDERS AND COMISARIV WE DO NOT HAVE SO BAGATO.
... The Supreme Command rate will punish
1.In the leather rifle division of the mother, the out-of-town out-of-town out-of-town combatants, the number of battalions no larger (in the form of one company per regiment), was sent to the commander of the division ...
2.Tasks for the out-of-town corral in respect of DIRECT HELP to the command warehouse in the pandemic and in the establishment of zhorystkoy discipline in the division, attributing in the course of those obsessed with panic in the combat services, ***,
…
Stalin, Shaposhnikov
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Until part of the phrase, replaced by stars, turn lower.
Appointed here out-of-town juvenile corral may be the greatest number - in some cases, with the approval of the latest police stations. The stinks are stored, by the day, from the quiet soldiers and to be found in the army order. Judging by the directive, the stench smelled only on the battlefield and only before the hour of the battle. Ymovirno, і they lived on a mission - they could hardly be unique.
The vipads were not often trampled, if the out-of-town corrals themselves entered the battle. Ale for the price - for every time, one hundred percent of the smaller corrals, divas. Lower - often they barked, so as the stench carried important things and consumed the building of their functions.
Obviously quiet and clear. Tsi pound together with fights, like going to fight and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Here, as a type of deserter, self-gunner, etc. True, є the word "bewitching" - ale, I think, it would be better to admit the factual meaning of panika and in the course of time, not the planned ones - they were used for other articles.
Navigate from the hour of peace to see that the behavior of a great number of people is not a collective, but at the same time - maybe new, unwelcoming rice. Vchinyayutsya diyi, non-lascivious to the skin environment. So it was a buval of football matches, in the period of pogroms and cars in Zakhidniy Europe etc. Zychayno, with mass non-happy vipad, spontaneous dashing ...
Mabut, in such situations, the memory of the clan can be lost about the hours, if a person does not understand how special it is, but only a part of the clan. Robie, as everything - becomes dominant, overwhelming will with an impulse.
Not everyone, not everyone, should be able to preserve themselves as self-esteem in such a situation. Ale tim tsinnishe role is quiet, hto zdatny keruvati - give the command. There is only one chance to vryatuvati helpless people before the hour of panic - for example, quiet, who would simply be crushed in NATO. Such special features were known, for example, after an hour of recent vibrations in the Minsk metro. One command will reach for the turn to understand himself and the opinion of his actions.
Such is the reality. Vona is tied more with the psychological and rational sides of life, less with the rational - politics, ideology ... If you write "bizhi syudi" on one, then you will be saved more people, I should not write in іnshomu "here not bizhi".
And, naturally, the most special behavior of behavior appears there, the extreme stress is the norm. In the ideal, the commander is guilty of stress. A little less reach for practical training - in battle. There were no special psychological trainings. And even the commanders are very demanding, and the stench is in the main non-construction. That and that, who took part in Gromadyansky - because of the quietness of the fire, the number and effort of hostile factors have grown bagatorazov.
Tim is no longer possible to find such a stiffness in the fires of the soldiers, most of them lived in the villages and not the same tank - both the place, and the locomotive, they probably didn’t tank. And a lot of Russian and Russian mov is disgustingly rosy.
Described by the very nimtsy of a number of vipads, since, when introduced into the battle of Stalinorgeln - Stalin's organs, tobto katyusha, they are not only in the panic big, ale and god.
60-ti rocky brought baciti film pro psychological preparation soldier; there was transferred, how the stagnation of nuclear waste paralyzed the will and with such a rank vivede almost half of the pikhotinians - they did not indulge in the hostile factories.
Kostyantin Ksaverevich (reference for Batkov) Rokossovskiy in his memoirs should be guided by a number of psychologically wicked butts in his memoirs.
The fighters shuddered, they beat. One, older, to live and eat everything: who should give the command? Not having done it, he himself gave: “Lie down! The axis there is the enemy - the fire. ”And all of them entered the battle again.
For the first time, the fighters zupinilis and turned into a fight, shaking off to stand at the height of the generals - K.K.R. himself. and one more.
On the cob of v_yni vvazhala, scho the skin is guilty of the mother of the individual trench-oseredok. Rokossovsky himself was a little bit of a time at such a commander, and after being so bad, it’s so much worse and worse: it’s not bachelor’s suspicious - maybe the stench is lost or flowed in, you can’t take it out for help. І punishing rity trenches.
Vzagal, dії pіkhoti in the principle of masovі. If you are big on ahead, and more so, then success can be achieved by the lower rizik and heroism, as a rule, you will not reach it. Zaginesh daremno - a chain infused into psychology.
At the same hour, both come in to expose the flanks and to drive the suspension.
Precisely and objectively about such occurrences is said in the book "Volokolamsk Shose", which came in the middle of the day. Yak brought writing, the book was vzagal є a borderline honest handler and vіyskovo і science, і vіyskovoї іstorії... I think that the current directors, having read the її, saw them from their films about wіyna.
I don’t know, on the topic of chi tse - on one of the victories, the major, wounds in a recent battle (not yet in quiet places, like coming to the rozum), so overtaking us seriously to vivch tactics: in battle, the commander is dear to the soldier, the commander is rich in what to lay down the life of a soldier, in the zobov'yatsii vikonuvati all you order, to bring the bad. If you are a soldier, if you are the commander of a bezgluzdny, then I will not be safe in front of you, so in the back - all of yours. And without any zagorodzhuvalnyh enclosures. And then, the commanders were buzzing everyone - it's a pity, really, div., Napryklad ,.
So are the words of the Directive, which should be brought to additional assistance to the commanders - in general, who want to sound innocent. Yak? The situation of stress, and the counter-signal may be guilty of such an Axis and the cost of replacing the stars:
do not stand in front of zasuvannya zabroi, liquidation of innovators and in the course
With a lot of calls, it is not necessary, that the paniker will be a bewitching agent. Such a suvoriy is the law of vіyni - sacrifice malim for the uniqueness of greater victims.
Whilst, behind the floods of front-line soldiers, the stench did not bury the out-of-town corrals. I was shot in good luck, but maybe, for a little wine.
Prior to the speech, nimtsi - like viplivє from the Instruction No. 227 - they introduced zagorodzhuvalny corrals earlier, they wanted to advance successfully in general.
It seems that the act of the drive has turned to the service. Tse can be seen from the offensive.
On the vikonannya Order number 227 commander of the Stalinist front of the Lieutenant General. Gordov (due to the replies by Rokossovsky), having seen the mandate from 1 serpnya 1942 to the fate, in which he was punished
The commander of the armies will form three, one - five out-of-town corrals of 200 people each;
Renovation to the leather military division of the suburban battalions, formed in accordance with the Supreme Command Headquarters Directive No. 001919, equipped with short-lived combatants and commanders.
Here, there is no duplication of functions - imovinno, boules and vidminnosty.
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In parallel with the cob, they were working in the Special ids, out-of-town corrals, patrols of the NKVD, and they would be safe in the front-line smoothies. Until October 10, 1941, 657 thousand servicemen had taken over the stench, basically lost their parts, and even flowed in from the front.
More than 96% of the boules turned to the front. Among the first, there were six thousand shpiguns, 308 saboteurs, a thousand six hundred and seventy-one self-fighters, 8772 deserters. Not so rich, especially when it is vrahuvati, but between them there are no steels and they are not even clearer on the cob.
Glory to the heroes, let us lay down in the struggle for freedom and independence of our Batkivshchyna!
Death to the fascist occupants!
MBOU " Middle school No. 55 "m Ryazan
"Who can say that it's not scary in Viyny, she doesn't know anything about Viyna ..."
(For the book by S. Aleksiyevich "I do not have a life of guilt")
Robot vikonali
Epichin Daryana,
Starchenko Mikita,
Rubinova Galina.
Robot kernels:
Ryazan, 2012.
H PRO D E R G A N I E
1. Intro ........................................ pages 2 - 5
2. “Who can say that it’s not scary in Viyny, that one does not know anything about Viyna ...” side. 6 - 31
The theme of women and in the literature ................. side. 6 - 9
Aleksiyevich "In vіyny not zhіnoche denouncing" .... part 10
Specialty and share of Svitlani Aleksiyevich ............ ... p. 10 - 16
The genre of the book by S. Aleksiyevich "I do not have a life of revenge", history of the origin ...... side. 16 - 19
"We are not guilty of guilt" ............................... p. 19-27
3. Visnovok ............................................... ........ p. 28 - 30
4. Bibliography ............................................... . ..... side. 31
Є іmena і є takі date, -
The stench of the immortal day.
Mi in weekdays in front of them winn, -
Do not grind chi from the holy guilt.
1. entry
XX century it has gone into nonbutty and has become history. Everything that reminded him of a sense and a wolf was overshadowed in the past. Yakim out there bulo? Yakim to become overwhelmed in spogadahs? The food is sick of us, so as the children of the capital, it was here that we were breaking their first crocs, the first cooking of the food. We are not baiduzhe, as a step in the history of people and civilization, to overwhelm the capital, to what honor and mi, and our fathers. Istorіya - the price of the paths, the passage of people, and the views, the knowledge of the paths, and the last development, the change of action.
Velyka Vitchiznyana vіyna rr became one of the most striking and crooked "frames" of the 20th century. Some of the histories said: “ Skilki іsnu svіt, styles іsnu vіyni ". It is a pity that it is not the people who want to shy away, but the deprivation of the okremi figuri. Styles іstorіy іsnu about those that were repaired through the windows. It is so easy to pidburity at the national level - and it is so important to zupiniti bloodshed. And the life of the people is less than one, and it won’t be repeated. Nichto has no right to take away the life of the one, since there is no greater value in light, not a human life
Vіyna ... I wrote a whole word and zhahnula! Vіyna! The five letters carry a sea of blood, tears, countrymen, and smut, the death of people dear to us. On our planet, you have been born. Zvidusil, de yde vіyna, a little bit of mothers, crying of children and deafening vibuhi, which open souls and hearts. Ninishn to the younger generation, rethinking history, history ostannoї vіyni- Great Vitality. And in the heart of the older generation, the word is an indestructible wound. Tse - scrapped on the very ear of the world about maybutnoy profession, Ochіkuvanni on a dovgu and happy life. Tse - the last thrust of the hand, the last kiss, the last glance of the neighbor, the most dear people ... Viyna flew into the heart of our people, like a splinter. The sky was drowsy and dimmed, it became unbearable from the black funerals, as thousands of skin days came. Blood spilled! Glimpses of tears of crying!
For the most part, the last volleys of the Other Holy War were caused by the last volleys ... People turned to the house, conceive of all the burdens, as if they somehow fell on the lot of the people. But they didn’t turn around: the stench was lost on the uninhibited battlefields, in the pops of concentration ovens, on land and on the bottom of the sea. Skryz. Zanadto richly "girkoy" memory was overshadowed by guilt: Brest Fortress, Khatyn, Babin Yar, the blockade of Leningrad, horrible battles for Stalingrad and Moscow ... Ale zvidki stiff tight, yaku vidchuvash, if the anthem of the Great Vitchiznyana sounds - "Get up, the country is huge"? Little stars, from what nikudi do not go, if for the second time you buy some unrepentant, stark, happy photographs viglyana pozhavkliy kuchki vіyskovo photokartka, on what, embracing, to stand bent todіtіtіyіy? First of all, how is our developmental and dynamic light and light, which has been lost behind the scenes of the newsreels of quietly truthful and hard rock? This is the lasting feat of the Radiansky people at the Great Victory Day. "The people are immortal" - this is the name of one of the works of the famous writer Vasil Grossman. In the name of this, the sounds of the people's marches, the wounded people, the gurkit of the advancing tank regiments, the joy of the Day of Peremoga. So, the people are immortal, like an immortal feat!
At the time of the end of the Great Victory War, the last century passed, and the great feat of millions of soldiers had already been alive in the memory of the people. A lot of the merit of the writers, who appropriated their creation to those of their own. Among them are such kind of literature as A. Tvardovsky ("Vasil Tjorkin"), K. Simonov ("Live and Dead"), V. Grossman ("Life and Share"), V. Nekrasov ("In the trenches of Stalіngrad") , B. Vasil'ev ("And the dawns here are quiet ..."), V. Astaf'ev ("Zorepad"), V. Bikov ("Sotnikov"), and a lot of them. Mabut, it is important to name the writer of the Radianskoy epoch, as if bi did not turn out to be those. Alle the same visibility by those in the historical moments of the history of the land, the hour was dictated by the vibir kuta zora, who looked at the events.
Svit literaturi is a folding divovizny svit, and at the same hour it is even more eloquent. Inevitably, they should be deprived of one thing: memory. We are guilty of being taught to these writers, as they thought they had lost a lot of knowledge, and, for an hour, non-knowledge of pratsyu. Let us create, perplex us, ponder over the sense of life, turn around at that hour, marvel at the new eyes of the writers in recent trends, take super-precise points of view. Tsi create - the memory of the quiet artists is alive, as they did not become deprived of the extravagant glances they saw. "Skilches in people's memories, styles in new and people", - wrote V. Rasputin. I don't care our vdachnoy pam'yattyu be ours nebayduzhe stavka to їх creation.
We have experienced a terrible war, maybe the most important and important for our victims and ruin for the entire history of people.
In the fortieth rock, there are different lyrical creations (K. Simonov, M. Isakovsky, A. Surkov). To the lyrical heroes of the warriors, the age is simple, like on a new marriage, persh for everything, family, love, budinka. Publishing is booming (I. Erenburg, K. Simonov). All the writers of Edin in the Duma: smut zavdannya - override, smut feared - hatred to the door. Zrozumіlo, hto svіy, but hto thief, and to that in the works of that period there are no napіvtonіv, sumnіvіv, folding.
Create the first warlike rockies with joy, fanfare and joy of overcoming sound in them. People are still familiar with the enemies of the grandeur of the finished, the stench is not stolen by the nasty bachiti. The head leader is Stalin, the price is not for the wikipedia. It’s just satirically imagined, it’s imagining to navigate in an elementary mind. The Radiansky soldier is pictured as a bilin 'miracle hero ("Padinnya Berlina"). Along with that, the writers know in themselves the manhood of the message and the truth about war. “We didn’t know how to fight, we didn’t misbehave human forces,” says V. Astaf'ev.
More writers are fixing to comprehend the information about the positions geological values, At the beginning of the struggle of life and death. Tolstoy's traditions of the image of the nature of the antinatural human nature are manifested in a vivid way. The main problem is the self-confidence of people before the exposure of death. It’s just a moment to draw in meaningful schemes, if people’s stench can take root in the stench of people, they’re working hard with them. After drinking in full - zradnik. Don't play without party credits. First, richly, richly "axiomi", hammered into the head of ordinary people, they began to vchinki people at the moment, if there was a need for more information.
Otzhe, when the ceremonial, laudatory creations of literature come to the image of the vocal side of the vіyni. Lyudin started to try and try out people. "The share of people" - the center of tvir, assignments to the image of prototypical people and non-human machines, life and death. Sholokhova vіlyuє praznennya to life, as may be able to overcome death and horror. Andriy Sokolov pass through all the viprobuvannya, including the bend of the family. Slid for the writers to show the way of the novice's eyes. K. Vorobyov in the story "Vbito pіd Moscow" resurrects the podії of the summons, the great and the tragic period of the Great Victory Day. Diya povіstі vіdbuvaєtsya go to Moscow in the fall of leaves 1941 rock. A company of the Kremlin cadets going to the front. “In fact,” wrote V. Astaf, “it’s not just a company, the tragedy is especially terrible, and I want to shout out to the pain. gvintyvkami ", SVT, like the priatnі bully for the parades, and the zupiniti of the cadets themselves, who go to the position with the ceremonial, hat-like mood".
Ale has already become so, all of our declarations about the war are tied with the image of a man-soldier. Tse і zrazumіlo: fought something, in the main, representatives of the strong stat - cholovіki. I want to get excited to forget about women, about those who stink, they might have been making a lot of money for peremoga. At the rock of the Great Victory Day, women didn’t just rip up and bandage the wounded, they didn’t shoot them with snipers, ripped off bridges, went to work, and lit on letters. Until now, it is scary to read the story of B. Vasil'ev "And the dawns here are quiet ...". The woman on the windy takes us as akin to nature. Young heroes talk about life - and go. The stench is ready to die for the victory, or even talk about the injustice of the deaths. So, tse is death for the sake of life, which is not terrifying.
I only once banged hand-to-hand.
Once - in reality. I thousand - at SNI.
Who says it’s not scary in Vijni,
That does not know anything about the wine.
Yuri Drunina
... That hіba about the tse will tell you -
Lived in yak ti rock!
Yaka bezmіrna hardness
On a woman's shoulders fell! ..
M. Isakovsky
2. "Who can say that it's not scary in Viyny, she doesn't know anything about Viyna ..."
2.1. The theme of women and women is one of the fewest little ones in the current literature. At first, it’s not vipadkovo: battles, battles and military exploits were from time to time honored by the cholovichs. The women were given the inspiration: to take care of the home in the fire, to the children, and also to the children, as they went to war. The zhіnoche beginning ototozhnuvalosya with the lives themselves, її forgive the creepy plin, the light of the wicked lives of the rights and turbots. The image of a woman carries with it warmth and calmness, lowness and calmness, and, smut, wine carries with it love, without which unmistakable happiness for the people. Itself for love and happiness, the guilty people are struggling, and the very need for the housekeeper, the woman and the children would like to be honestly true.
Ale "z'udnannya" vіyni and women turned everything around, snarling, wrying, waking up to reality. Evil in a raptom swallows such a universal sweep, well, build, neither in the world it is not booming nor is it good, and it’s the same horror є the truth of life. Tse of seeing people coming out of the winners by the raptom of thinking zhahu of seeing, sharpening the awareness of the absurdity of the mass drive, the dichotomy of death, as if carry with you be-yaka wіyna. Reasonableness is important for the people, it is very important for people to see the difference between them, leading the witness to the cordon itself to order and chaos, light and temperament. First of all, it’s worth considering the reality of what is being seen:
I bach the little girl,
Quites stood at the table.
Zakimi zakritimi,
Zavalosya, the little girl was asleep.
І dream її, well, thin,
I all overwhelmed,
Start checking the kid ...
Power up, what did you check out for?
(I. Utkin "I beat a dvchinka ...". 1942)
Death takes on a dream, rather than to see it as super-verbal and uncomfortable. Behind the fact that it is gone, it is even more important to say that it is more important that the author is not able to get hold of it. Tsia istina - in the insanity of a woman and in the insanity, in the insanity of the cry and the sheer reckless ruin, the weakness and the cruelty, for which lies the back of life itself and death. She sings in full of colossal meanings (not a vaguely female image is associated with the image of a child), but it is even more important that people can see when they are stuck with a terrible fact - in the death of a woman. Tse stressing the transmission to be transferred to the image of a bent little girl, a yak, a nemov check, the explanation was lost in the living. As the death of a soldier is a feat in life, the death of a woman is the death of life itself. The very presence of a woman on the street before the openness is the contrast of life and death, and, at once, it took people to the terrible truth: the cordon between the butts and the non-booted people can be seen here, be aware of the moment. To become aware of the power of death meant to reckon yourself to death. With such a view, it is impossible to see on vіynі ...
Perhaps, the very theme of a woman and a vyyny bull was taken away through a few ten years of real vyyskovy podiyas. Staying at a common theme, we know more about the world of life and death, and it means food about untruthfulness, absurdity of guilt. Feeling the fear of the mass war, it did not wither, but, navpaki, it became more hospitable. In the supervised surroundings, the rice and quality of people appear, hang, like in extravagant, apparently normal minds, but maybe they are not needed. Tsia vtoma was gone from the unbearable, unhuman stress that arose during the death. The one who is staring out from death "face to face" cannot become invincible, but for a weak person, you can appear not to be turned around:
The eyes of the divine world
Yak two faded vognik
On a childish person, remember
Great, hard, tight.
A rich, rich rocky rock.
(A. Barto "Eyes of the Divine Semirichnoi". 1942)
We went through the barriers in the fire,
Ti said: "Kamyani mi".
Ні, mi strong stone,
Mi - live!
(M. Aliger "Spring in Leningrad". 1942)
Women vіyni ... The stinks came to vіyna as young women, and turned around with her women, so they knew the importance, the girke of life, and they showcased the unhuman navantazhennya. Um bulo in a rich development is more important, lower than the choloviks, so as the mind of life on the whole entered into a conflict with the nature of life. Some of them have become attached to reality, copying a lot of rice in behavior. Mozhlvo, that stench was smelled by their choloviks yak "sisters". Quizzes and hatred, citizens and women, the image of a woman, giving the soldiers hope for life:
If, having fallen on the battlefield -
I not in verses, but in reality, -
I rapt over myself
I'll look alive in blue
If you got used to me
Torment my sister, -
Bіl suddenly became not like this:
Not so strong, not so gostra.
Sprinkled on me
Alive and dead water,
Russia is not over me
I was scammed with Rusya's head!
(I. Utkin "Sister". 1942)
Women in power have a natural softness, crispness, need and love. Lyubov is a great pleasure, so I don’t need to be explained for the help of only a rosum, a healthy deaf. The very fact that the woman lives by the senses and the witnesses, at the sight of the choloviks, then in her memory it is not the name of the chief, the army statues, the quick and the hour of the blood operations, the fears, the death, the death scho panuvali on vіynі.
2. 3. Svitlana Aleksiyevich - an all-important Bilorussian prose writer, who writes in Russian language. The author of such creations, such as "I do not have a life of revenge" (1985), "Zinkovy boys" (1991), "I die enchanted" (1994), "Chornobilska prayer" (1997), "Remaining svidki" (2004). He was awarded the Lenin Komsomol Prize (1986), the Kurt Tucholsky Prize (1996), the Triumph Prize (Russia, 1997), the Herder Prize (1999), the Remark Prize (2001), the National Critic Prize (USA, 2006). Vaughn is the creator of a unique documentary-artistic method, based on creatively concentrated conversations with real people.
Svitlana Aleksiyevich was born on the 31st May of 1948 in the metro Ivano-Frankivska (Ukraine) in the family of viykovosluzhbovtsa. Father - bilorus, mother - Ukrainian. The letter of demobilization of the father from the army, the family moved to the yogo fatherland - to Bilorus. We lived in a village. Father and mother were praised by the silskim teachers (the father of the father was also a silski teacher). When she finished school and was praised by the correspondent of the district newspaper in the city of Narovlya (Gomel region), she wrote great and newspaper notes at school, she needed two years of work experience (as the faculty is required.) In 1967, she became a student at the Faculty of Journalism at the Bilorus State University in Minsk. Before the hour of navchannya kilka developed a laureate of republican and all-Union competitions in science student robots.
The letter to the university was sent to a robot in the Bereza municipality of the Brest region - to the district newspaper. Pratsuyuchi in the newspaper, immediately vikladala in the Silk school - still wagged: why should we continue this vchitel'skuyu tradition, be engaged in scientific work or a journalist? Ale through the rik was taken to work in Minsk, in the editorial office of the republican "Silskiy Gazeta". And through a bit of rock - a correspondent, and then - a view of the narrative and publication of the literary and artistic magazine "Niman" (organ of the Writers 'Writers' Union).
I tried myself, my own voice in different genres - rozpovidi, publicity, reporting. Virіshalny pouring on vibіr zrobiv vіdomy bіlorusky writer Ales Adamovich of the first book "I am from the vognaya village" i " blockade book" "novel-oratoria", "novel-witness", "the people tell themselves about themselves", "epic-choral prose", etc. The headmistress called him her head Veteran. From the interview, so then say: “I used to joke to myself, wanting to know that it was just like that, I got close to reality, tortured, injected, groaned, got into reality itself. Shopity spravzhn_st is the axis that you want. The first genre is the genre of human voices, spovid, testimonies and documents in the human soul mittєvo I have appropriated. So, I myself bach and feel the light: through the voices, through the details, and the boot. So is my zir and vuho. And everything, in me, was immediately needed, for that, it was needed at once to be: a writer, a journalist, a sociologist, a psychoanalyst, a preacher ... "
"Three thousand voices, shmatochk_in our beggar and boottya, if only, then, between words, behind the words - I put not reality (the reality is not ignorant), but an image ... An image of the hour ... Those who are bachimo, like The dignity of people living in a plurality of kil ... I am building the image of my land from people, so that I can live in my hour ... I would like to, if my books became a literary script, encyclopedia mayzhe ten generations, which I found how did they go ... How did they live? Did they drive in? How did they drive in, did they drive in?
In 1983 Rotsi Bula wrote the book "At Vіyni Not Zhіnoche Reveal". Two rocky won lay at the vidavnistvі and did not trick, the author was invoked in pacifism, naturalism, in the development of the heroic image of the Radian woman. Such a zinuvachennya at that time were honored with seriousness. Tim more and more for her had long-standing fame - anti-Soviet and dissenting journalist from the first book "I am from the village" (monologues of people who have overshadowed the old world). For the occasion of the propaganda of the current Bilorussian Central Committee, a ready set of books was circulated in the book, ringing the author in anti-ordinary and anti-partisan glances, and the sound of the robots was thundering. It is said in the bulo like this: "How can you play in our magazine with such moods that are not ours? And why do you think you are not a member of the communist party?"
Ale was given a new clock. Priyshov to the power of Mikhailo Gorbachov, and hopefully perebudova. In 1985, the book "I do not have a life of revenge" is a novel of voices, so it’s called a zgodom, a female front-line soldier about a war, as she didn’t know what a cholovіki didn’t know, she went to the Moscow magazine "Zhovtenkiy" Mastatskaya literature ", and sometimes at the publishers" Radianskiy pisnik ", in" Roman-gazeta "and so on. Baklanov, Granin, Okudzhava and many others.
At the same time (1985), a book came out and a friend, as it might be close to fate (the engagement of all the same - pacifism, the appearance of ideological standards) checked at the right hour - "Remaining Svidki" (one hundred young children). The book was also richly developed, it was indicated by numerical criticism, as it called the offense of the book "new messages vіyskovoi prose". A childish glance at the future, a childish glance at the future in the state of the state. New sentiments and ideas. his play "at the end of not being exposed" (directed by vistavi Gennadiy Trostyanetsky). life of revenge. " Lenin Komsomol).
In 1989, a new book by S. Aleksiyevich "Zinkovy Lads" was published - a book about the evil Afghan war, like ten rockets were brought up to the powerful people. To write a book, she traveled across the country, with the mothers of the dead soldiers and the great Afghan warriors. She herself went to Vіynі, lіtala to Afghanistan. When the book was published, I made a bomb effect in the suspension, but it was roaring, but they didn’t get the author to develop a heroic viysk myth. Vіyskovі and communal newspapers fell on her in the Persha. In 1992 there was a political trial of the author and the book "Zinkovy Boys" in Minsk.
Ale on the zahist, the democratic community was born, a lot of people see it behind the cordon. The court of accusations ... Later on, there are now those who know in the sponsorship of Svitlanoy Aleksiyevich a number of documentary films (directed by Sergiy Lukyanchikov) were put on the list (filmy "Soror" and "I - z-pid") to control viyshov.
In 1993 a new book "Enchanted by Death" was published. Tse bula raspovіd about suckers - about quietly, who put his hands on himself, or wrap his hands on himself, not showing the knowledge of the socialist ideas of the socialistic continent. Tі, hto having grown up with the idea, living with it tightly. Who do not know in sob or take Novy Svit... New history and new land... Behind the book is the film "Khrest" (script by Svitlani Aleksiyevich)
In 1997, S. Aleksiyevich finished and published the book "Chornobil's Prayer" (Chronicle of the Maybutny). I’m starting, there are three books, so a collection of books was published in the magazine "Friendship of the People", and then at the publication "Stozhischa". The book is not about Chornobil, as the author herself writes, but about the light of Chornobil's writing. Yak Lyudin is alive, living in a new reality, yak has become, іnu, still not understood and not intelligent. People who survived the Chornobil, people who live through the Chornobil, add new knowledge. Knowledge for all people. Smell live the song of the third holy day ... nuclear war... The title of the book is not vague in the whole sense - the chronicle of the Maybut.
"Look around back; all our history is a radiant and a victim - a great brother's grave, a sea of blood. The current dialogue of the victims and victims. wіyna in Afghanistan, the collapse of the great empire, іn thе water іn thе gigantic socialistic continent, the mainland-utopia, and now a new wiklik, cosmic wiklik - Chornobil. wiklik is the theme of all living things. ... My stake baked ... From people to people ... "
Aleksiyevich was seen not only in our land, but behind the cordon - in America, Nimechchina, England, Japan, Switzerland, France, China, Vietnam, Bulgaria, India and so on. D. All in 19 countries. Vona is the author of scripts for 21 documentary films. I three theatrical p'єs. In France, Nimechchina, Bulgaria, they were put in vistavis for її books. S. Aleksiyevich was awarded the Bagatma international prizes: Kurt Tucholsky (Swedish Penalty) for "Men and People in Literature" nimetsky prizes "For the shortening of the political book" and the name of Herder. I said once in the interview like this head idea my books, my life: "I really want to be intelligent, like people in people. How can I kill people in people? How can I kill him?"
These books, one by one, are stored in an artistic documentary list of the history of the soul of the Radiansky and the victims of the people. There are all the distant development and testing of the power of their own original and original genre. In the case of skin knots, the post is in a new way. Those who have prophesied Leo Tolstoy for more than once are scolded, but for the lives of the lives themselves, the stitches are nagato tsikavishe, nizh її vigaduvati. "A mystery is rich in things about people, and they don't think so", - S. Aleksiyevich stverdzhu.
We have seen two volumes of writing in the vidavnistva "stozhischa" until the 50th, until all five books written by her have disappeared. having written in his editorials that "my maєmo unique robot, crushed, maybe, first in the Russian (or, more precisely, radiant and victimized) culture - simple, documented, artistically broken through the life of the revolution itself th rock through huge vіynu, Youth and hypnosis of the great Utopia, the Stalinist terror and the Gulag, the Great Vitchiznyan and the fate of the collapse of the mainland to socialism - until the current days. Tse is a living history, told by the people themselves, and written down, felt, recalled by a talented and honest writer. "
Infectious writing will complete the robot over the book under the title "Wonderful deer of vichnoy polyvannya". Tse raspovіdі about kohannya: people and women of the older generations develop their history. “I thought,” the author says, “I’ve still been writing books about those people who drove one of them, how the stench died. I know my food - whoever, in yaky land I live - through love ... through those who care for me, melodiously, and come in the whole world. I want to love a man. I want to love a man, it's important.
2.4. Aleksiyevich Vinayshla is a new genre - polyphonic novel-spovid. In її books real people Discussion about the headaches of their hour - war (Velyka Vitchiznyana - “I’m not denounced as a woman” and Afghan - “Zinkovy boys”), disasters in Chornobil (“Chornobilska Prayer”), great rosary. Literary-documentary literature in the XX century started to develop the traditional genre of artistic literature. Reliance on fact, images of reference historical stories and features, documentary sheets - a hundred signs literary prose of the XX century. In literary studies, documentary-artist literature is not often called "literary facts". In the genre of naris and literary forms close to new, there is a great part of literary values that are significant for the modern zmist, and one of the oldest genres of Russian literature. For the Russian naris, the genre-literature, it is possible to evoke the history of Russia for all the direct development: social, economic, cultural and historical. Russian painting as an independent genre has established itself in the 40s of the Х1Х century. At the same hour, he took the first theoretical basis of his genre specifics, which resulted in his freedom, goals and traditions. The foundations of the aesthetics of the Russian naris boule were laid down in articles and reviews, assigned to the practice of writing in the natural school. Bolinsky, having consolidated the term "naris" in literary knowledge, hanging a lot of tsikavih thoughts about the genre. On a yogo thought, draw - the price is not great for the whole TVir, so we went, as they went to the two first editions of the "Physiology of St. Petersburg". The specifics of the drawing is Bylinsky bachiv at the beastly life to the facts: on your mind, author is not guilty of chasing blameless appearances, but the images of "spooky and crafted objects." On the ear of 50 years of the Х1Х century, the "physiological naris" is building its own position, acting like a fig of the road ("Leaves from France and Italy", "Frigate" Pallas "by A. Goncharov). In a dozen hour, narisi, statti, podorozhny notatki appear. , N. Uspensky. On the Cob of the XX Century M. Gorky zrobiv rich enough for the stem of the string theory of the drawing genre. On the ear of the twentieth century, if the revolutions and revolutions were violated in Russia, a new yakisny stribok was put up in the development artistic literature: From scholars and memoirs, publications, "Lists ...". Stable interest in "literature to fact" and in the other half of the 20th century. On the first plan here, by those who are tied to the tragic history of Russia, create, talk about “ruin without malice” - about the share of people who have passed through the camps and the totalitarian era (created by O. Volkov, A. Zhiguli on V. Shalamov,).
People's documents, reports of eyewitnesses, reports, memoirs of supervising, as a rule, literature of transitional epochs, the hour of great historical wrecks and changes. I’m right when he said kolis, he’s on the fork of life’s paths of lyudin with the underworld of energy “sorting out his own past, ... nagaduє past and beastly and good”.
Aleksiyevich Vinayshla is a new genre - polyphonic novel-spovid. In the books, real people tell about the headaches of their hour - viyni (Velika Vitchiznyana - “I’m not being denounced as a woman” and Afghan - “Zinkovy lads”), catastrophes in Chornobil (“Chornobilsky”). The author was aware that she was whispering the genre, “what kind of bi-proof of that, like bachu light, like vashtovaniy my eyes, my vuho”.
I vibrated the genre of human voices ... I watch my books and listen to them on the streets. For vіknom. They have real people talking about the head stories of their hour - viyna, the collapse of the socialist empire, Chornobil, and all at once they smell the stench in the words - the history of the country, spіlnu іstorіyu... Old and new. And the skin - the history of his little human share.
Today, since the lights and people have become so rich and richly varied (the mystery is more and more recognizable in its own powerlessness), and the document in the mystery has become more and more tsikavi, without it I will hardly reveal the picture of our light. Win close to us to reality, win and overflow the originals of the past and the one that is going to be seen. More than 20 years of practical work with documentary material, having written five books, I spend the whole hour crossing and repeating: the mystery is very rich about how people do not become aware of, do not guess, and that the process is not known without a trace.
But I do not write dryly, I am writing a history of a fact, a story, I am writing a history of feelings. It is possible to name it - the missing history. What did Lyudin think, rosum and forgotten after the hour of coming? Have you violated or not violated, as at the new bully illusions, hopes, fears? As soon as you are aware of yourself and about light ... Well, it’s hard to tell, think of it, at any time, in such a number of reliable details and details. Mi shvidko zabuvaєmo, yak mi bouly ten, twenty or fifty rockin that. And it’s just a bit of a sorrow, for it’s not even possible, it’s so right with us and it’s just like that. Mystery can be lost, but the document will not be fooled ... If you want a document, there is a chain of will, with a passion. Ale, I am storing a whole set of my books from thousands of voices, just a little bit of our pobut and bootty. I write my book with chotiri-seven rockets, develop and expand, write down 500-700 people. My chronicle will hunt dozens of generations. Vona repaired from the rapprochement of people, who remembered the revolution, passed through the wars, the Stalinist taboris, and even before our days - as many as 100 years. The history of the soul is the Russian soul. More precisely, Russian-Radianskoy soul. The history of the great and terrible Utopia is for communism, the idea of which has not died out enough not only in Russia, but in the whole world. There will be no more dyavolski spokushati, and beckon people's minds. And I wanted to overshadow the differences of the witnesses and participants themselves. My chronicle is trivial. I follow my heroes for an hour ...
Once upon a time, the book "I am from a vony village" by A. Adamovich was consumed by the hand; Same Todi Aleksiyevich zrozumila, she knew those who were whispering. Two fateful thoughts wondered about the future of the book, and the act of intelligence, about everything that we see about wine, see through the "cholovich voice". “In the midst of the“ cholovichy ”the phenomenon and the“ cholovichy ”see the vidchutty. And women move».
Ale Aleksiyevich prodovzhuvala pratsyuvati, richly traveled, engaging with people, feeding herself, for what if there’s a new book? Virishila - about viyna ... Even so, in the period I will step up to my friends, the journalist rose, as many as hundreds of books have been written about viyna, the stench of development, a little stench and similar. Svitlana herself learned that it was said about the war from the “cholovic voice”. Good, smart and competent. Ale tsey zovsim іnshiy svіt, not zhіnochy. Vona made a note to her friend: "I want to write a history of the life of a woman, a history of history." In a short editorial before the book “I’m not being denounced by death” Aleksiyevich wrote: “4 rocky I walk with kilometers of someone else’s pain and memory. Records of hundreds of spogadiv women-front-line soldiers ”. The book was based on 200 women’s stories. Vіyna їm dream dosі, in ten years. That is so often in the messages of women to sound the words: “Those bizhish in ukrittya, then in іnshu position. Prokineshsya - and do not fiddle, she is still alive. " Svitlana heard that if the women who had gone through the war, they said, if they were moving, in a meaningful way: "All they have: words, and moving - for me the text." Roaring notes in notebooks, Aleksiyevich virishila, I don’t stand for a front-line soldier of any domisyuvati, vgaduvati and addisuvati. Don't smell the stench ...
"The" woman "has her own farbi, her smells, her visibility and her own space of sentiments." Ale їkh vіyna lost her home, and todі S. Aleksіevich set before herself a task: to show the way to the eyes of women. At the same time, you’re not writing a book about war, but about a man in war, not a history of war, but a history of thought, for the most powerful insights, and there’s a history of the soul. I would like to write such a book about wine, but it’s boring to see it, and the very thought about it would be disgusting. Rocky went to those who rozshukati heroines of the Maybut book, to study with them, to listen and write down the answers. The names of the glorified front-line soldiers, about which they were almost always seen, were avoided in writing.
On the fronts of the Great Victory Day in Radianskoi army 1 million women fought. Chi no less than they took the fate of the partisan and pedagogical support. Um bulo from 15 to 30 rocky. The stench of volodya was all about the special specialties - the lady, the tank, the machine gun, the sniper, the gunman ... If you read the documentary prose of S. Aleksiyevich for the first time, you will be amazed. Snipers and sanitary workers, assistants and sappers, development workers and nurses, but also a cook, a laundress, and a regulator are a motherfucker, not to know such a vital profession and such a young family robot, in some life. First and foremost victories of food: why was it so abundant on the fronts of the Great Victory Day ?! Wouldn't it be easy to get along without them?
The women didn’t just scoff, as they did before, they were smart sisters of mercy and doctors, but they drove in the stench. At the bottom of the women, they tell us about the war, about the yak, the choloviks did not tell us. They did not know such a fault. The choloviks talked about feats, about the collapse of the fronts and the warlords, and the women talked about the inshe - how terribly the first time to beat ... or go in battle across the field, or lie down dead. The stench of lying rosipany, like a cartoopia. All youngsters, and all skoda - and nimts, and their Russian soldiers. There was one more fault for women. They smelled their new books, their stories about the wounded - that needs a lot of knowledge, they smirk, they walk on high festivals and trips to change. And the choloviks forgot about their boyfriends, they made them angry. Peremog was stolen from them. Chi was not broken.
In 1983 Rotsi Bula wrote the book "In vіyni not zhіnoche denounce". Two rocky won lay at the vidavnistvі. Why did the censors not call the journalist! The axis of the record, the breakdown of Aleksiyevich in that period: “They said that I’m showing Viyna is terrible... Bagato zhahu. Naturalism ". One z vidavts_v energized: "What do you home?" I said: "Truth ..." You will belittle the role of our heroine woman. "
2.5. "Everything that we know about a woman is most beautifully included in the word" mercy. " the book by S. Aleksiyevich is being repaired. So, in our uyavi woman - the price is lower, the tendency, the innocent is the truth, as she herself will need to acquire. Ale, in those zhakhliv war rockets, the life was brought to the position of a soldier, to seize Batkivshchyna, to preserve the life of the future generations.
All the people were guilty of blaming in the soul of fear, and the death of a man was blameless, the blame for the blame was imminent. For a woman who is a people of life, the need is unbearable. , Yaka, for an hour, the bully was wiped out by a sniper, so he told about his first shot at a ludin: “... tremulous hands, tremulous chills went all over the place ... The plywood targets shoot into the life of a human being very important. I know. But I took a little more tremors, like fear appeared: I drove a man ... ". Schob is likely to be in vbivati, zhіntsі demand povchitis in vbivati vlasnu zhіnochnіst, vlasnu soul. Vіyna thirsted to see the women burned at the fire of hatred to find the best mother, the sacrificial victim of love to the powerful children. The most frightening episode for me was S. Aleksiyevich - the whole story about the withdrawal from the partisan blockade, if the woman was bullied to knock in her child, the children were vryatuvati. It’s the unhuman homelessness of the country’s and the zhahu who is guilty of the luddin’s blame, so it’s like that!
Awareness of the immensity of the backward-looking woman and the non-turning backwardness of the backward-looking woman was lost. The mother felt a sense of the universal swelling, amusing itself with indivisual value: "I didn’t want to drive, I wasn’t born, to drive in. I wanted to be a teacher. I couldn’t cry out loudly: we went to the razvіdka ... I could only grizzly my hands, my hands were full of scars. I remember how people were shouting. with human voices ... Everyone is alive ... I have such a love for all that is native, for all my people, everything is ready for them. "
If I read the book, I was less than amazed that such a majestic number of women fought in the fate of the Great Victory Day. I want to be here mute, melodiously, nothing uninvited. Every time, if a threat hung over Batkivshchyna, the woman got up on her. Once you have guessed our history, then you can know the powerless attachments, so you can confirm the truth. At all times, the Russian woman did not only escort the cholovik, sina, brother, grieve, check them to the battle, and at an important hour, she herself set the orders for them. Yaroslavna also went to the fortress wall and poured molten resin on the heads of the enemies, helping the people to seize the place. І in the rock of the Great Victory Day, the woman fired, knocking in a gateway, falling down with unprecedented horror on її housewives, її children, relatives and close ones. The axis of urivoks from the notification of Klavdiya Grigorivnya Krokhin, a senior sergeant, a sniper. "We were lazy, and I was sparing. The first axis I bach: one person moved. I clicked, and I fell. The first axis, you know, I was shaking all over, everything was shaking me." I am not dina won bula taka. Not zh_nocha tse on the right - wbivati. All the stinks could not see: how can you beat a man in? Tse z lyudin, hoch vіn vorog, ale lyudin. Ale tse nourishment step by step knew about the svidomosty, and yogo replaced the hatred to the fascists for those who stink of the people. Aje stinks mercilessly hammered in both children and grown-ups, spared people with live bait, fired them with gas. I earlier had a lot of chula about the fascists' outrage, but those, which I read in the last book, were right at me by the enmity. Axle only one butt, I want in the whole creation of hundreds. "They drove the machines-soul-lips. They drove out all the ailments and drove them. The weakened ailments, who could not get too tired, were put into the lazyns. They closed the doors, stuck them into the pipe through the cars, and all of them. the corpses were thrown into the car. "
І yak mіg hto-not be at that hour think about yourself, about your life, if the old earth and so harshly blaming people. Tsi "zvychaynі dіvchata" і didn’t contemplate the cim, I want them to have sixteen to seventeen rockets, like my one-year-olds of the year. Smells like simple schoolchildren and students, who, obviously, were thinking about maybut. But in one day the light for them was distributed on the last - something that was going to happen: the last school dvinok, the vip ball, the first kokhannya; and vіynu, as zruynuvala all the worlds. The axis yak was resigned for the nurse Lilia Mikhailivnya Budko: "The first day of death ... Mi on dances in the evening. We are sixteen rockets. We walked a company, conducted at once one, then the other ... The first axis is already in two days, chicks tank school, as we were escorted out of the dances, brought in in calories, in bandages.
Surely, vіyna - tse not zhіnoch on the right, ale tsі "zvychaynі dіvchata" will be needed at the front. The stinks are ready for a heroic deed, they didn’t know the girl, but also - the army, and also - vіyna. Having completed six thousand, or even one or three thousand courses, the stink of a mali dedicated nurses were taken care of by sappers and women. They already had vіyskovі receipts, albeit soldiers didn’t smelt the stench. And about the war, and about the front, they have only books, often romantic declarations. It is important for that at the front, especially in the first days, days, months. It was important to sound to the end of the bombardment, build, kill and injure. "I still remember my first wounded one. I remember a special person ... At the new one I see a fracture of the middle third of the stegna. Declare, wipe off the brush, splinter wounds, all vivernuti. I knew theoretically, if I was robbing, ale ... I got sick, it became nasty for me ", - Zgadu Sofia Kostyantinivna Dubnyakova, sanitary instructor, senior sergeant. Vitrimati on the front didn’t need anyone else, but the girl, as she spoiled her mother until she was gone, she protected her, she was a child. Svitlana Katikhina rozpovila, as before the very war mother did not let her go to the grandmother without a guide, she was still small, and two months later the "little girl" went to the front, became a sanitary instructor. So, not all at once and not easily was the soldier's science given. It was necessary to take in the tarpaulin, put on the overcoat, sound to form, appear on the bellies, dig the trenches. Ale the stench, they fit in, the girls became vidminny soldiers. The stench showed itself in the whole of the war.
I wanted to become an actor, I was getting ready to join the theatrical institute. The axis of the scho vona guessed about the first day of wine: “This very day I have a boobye. I checked that my lad know me in kohanna. And he said summarily: “Vira, vijna! We are sent from the school to the front. " Todi and Virishila Vera, who can go to the front. So won became a sniper, a knight of two Orders of Glory. And such stories about the lifeless lives. The skin of the cich women had its own road to the front, and only one thing - the bazhanna vryatuvati Batkivshchyna, seize all of the Nimets' occupants and avenge the death of loved ones. "We all have one bazhannya: only to go to the military commissariat and only to ask for the front", - Zgadu Minchanka Tetiana Yukhimivna Semenova.
Galina Zapolsky was found in the army, de von was a telephonist. The chief said to her friends: “Vi vilnonaimani. It’s next є hour to turn around. Well, and if you want to go to the front, croc forward ... ”All 20 children have gone overboard. With a laugh she said, well, going to the front, for all the pennies that you saw, I bought a tsukerok. Zovsim divchisko Bula. Guessing his first vision, the visitor's surgeon Vira Khoreva said: “I thought that it wasn’t good. Took my love partner, shoes. Navit for the hour of the day, if they stepped, the store went to the highway, and there the shoes stand in the police station. The eye is not visible. I bought it. It was important to see at once from a living life. "
And the axis was forgotten by the sanitary instructor Polina Nozdracheva, the chief holder of the Orders of Glory: “If we were vying for growth, I appeared to be a naymen. The commander will ask me: “What are you doing with you? Maybe you will go home and pidrostesh? "I'm moving. My mother didn’t have any problems ... ”The last Zyazkov, Zinaida Palshina zgaduval:“ I voluntarily went to the front. It is impossible not to drink. All went ... and only to the front. " All of the young women were calling for the front, by hook or by crook.
We will forgive the vibe for the bagatokh children. Razmirkovuyuchi on a tsyu topic, Svitlana Aleksiyevich wrote in his book: “I try to discover something, but such a vibir becomes bi in front of me. With the new ochima, I bach everything right up to it - my love for books, plates, a lamp ... I feel the know-how of a sleeping mother ... That I could have spent. And I can’t keep up with repeating that vibir buv “forgive” ... I wish it was so for them. And I’m older than the cich of the girls ”...
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zgaduvala: “At 19 rockies, I had a medal“ For Vidvaga ”. I was 19 years old. In the last fight, the bullet was wounded, my legs paralyzed ... If I turned around before, my mother showed me the funeral. " Є In the lower rows of the author, about those who were more sick than description of combat operations, but the life of the people on their own, be it a dribnytsya beaten. Even though they are not ready for a heroic deed, they are not ready for living on the streets. Hiba stench was allowed, so I got to wind up onuchi, wear chobots 2-3 times larger, go on their bellies, dig trenches ...
said: “The axis is amazed at the film about the war ... The nurse is on the front line, akuratnenko. Walk in spіdnichtsі. Well, it’s not true! That spіdnitsі they gave us in the сінці війни ". Marya Kaliberda was tortured by the press of a journalist: “It wasn’t just our youth that she took away, she saw motherhood from the bagatokh. You know, the organism of a woman’s low ... For the first hour I walk along the street and I don’t see it, Peremoga ... "
And the axis, she wrote in the sheets of Svitlana Aleksiyevich zenitnytsya Nona Smirnova: “So, vіyna ... Awesomely, wishing to love, we are also young. We cherished love as a saint, pidnesene. Ale yakbi її did not bulo, did not bulo bite 41-45 years old people ... "
S. Aleksiyevich means: "Everyone, if he was happy, was fucked up by Hitler's strategists and ideologists, besides, if the mother would appear good-hearted, I would like to see my daughter, if I couldn’t bring my child, I could sacrifice my children. vryatuvati the life of your mother, if the life of all, the land is home to ryatuvati, viddayuchi for the life of dear people. "
Great Vіtchiznyana vіyna - the history of the greatness of the national spirit, the hour of collective feat and glory. But the tragedy of a woman's share and a woman's share of all did not become less. Diligence, flesh, weakness is necessary for a war, without which you cannot see the deadly essence, but for a war-woman it is difficult to need a form of suicide. Vona is absolutely ill-hearted, the splinters get lost in the ruins of the very foundations of life.
The beginning of life took place viprobuvannya vіynoyu mіtsnіst. From an unbearable countryman, my soul was writhing in agony, it was a little til ... "I came from the front of the Siva. Twenty-one rik, and I am already a bilenka. “I don't have a life of revenge." Girlfriends dance, have fun, but I can’t, I marveled at life as it was. The name was not visible, the young lads were looking after me, and my soul was exhausted. The choloviks didn’t show off everything, so I bach ... ". The whole thing went through the unbearable, unhuman stress that arose during the death of a witness. to appear unbuttoned:
The eyes of the divine world
Yak two faded vognik
On a childish person, remember
Great, hard, tight.
Drive out, don't power it up,
Pozhartuvati with her, - to move at vidpovid.
Nachebto їy not sem, not visim,
A rich, rich rocky rock.
The beginning of life took place viprobuvannya on vіynoyu mіtsnіst. Ale vono could not know the residual, as the life itself cannot know:
We went through the barriers in the fire,
We flew from the tsієї dovgoi temryavi,
Ti said: "Kamyani mi".
Ні, mi strong stone,
Mi - live!
The beginning of the day flatly declared itself to navigate in the most favorable situations. Sasha Lyakhova, a girl-sniper, went into a sniper game. "І scho її pіdvelo is a heart of a scarf. Vona loved a scarf even more. "If I was tired of being overpowered, not forgetting, I am a woman, - zgadu, sanitarka, - I was often said:" Lord, if you were in battle, so clean. " 'But, then I will be ugly looking ... The first time I think about shelling and not in style, you didn't drive in, how did you tell me, you didn't match it. " For a woman of physical wounds, it is more terrible than the wounds of the soul, for that woman's beauty and perfection are in harmony, in the unity of the spiritual and the woody cob. There wasn’t much more women on the front, less the power of being great.
Women vіyni ... The stinks came to vіyna as young women, and turned around with her women, so they knew the importance, the girke of life, and they showcased the unhuman navantazhennya. Um bulo in a rich development is more important, lower than the choloviks, so as the mind of life on the whole entered into a conflict with the nature of life. Some of them have become attached to reality, copying a lot of rice in behavior. It is possible for that, which is especially clearly seen in the prose of S. Aleksiyevich, the stench was smelled off by the choloviks like "sisters". Quizzes and hatred, citizens and women, the image of a woman, giving the soldiers hope for life:
If, having fallen on the battlefield -
I not in verses, but in reality, -
I rapt over myself
I'll look alive in blue
If you got used to me
Torment my sister, -
Bіl suddenly became not like this:
Not so strong, not so gostra.
Sprinkled on me
Alive and dead water,
Russia is not over me
I was scammed with Rusya's head!
The superfluousness of the situation is conveyed on purpose in the answers of the choloviks - the participants in the war: “We, the choloviks, have a lot of guilt, so they’re starting to fight, and now I have no more ... Bilya of the road was killed by a devil ... Sanitary instructor ... The tsebula is beautiful, she has a scythe, and she has a braid ... and such is the unnaturalness of death and the fact that the woman is here, with us, in the midst of such a zhahu, brude , chaos. I am rich in death, but I remember tse ... ". First order of the day: "Do you want to know about this year? If I feel like our medical sisters, having spent some time, they saw it, they wanted wounded battles, because they were wounded by a number of feverless children, "sniper" on neutral smoothies - all the same, "love" ... in the development I, maybe, with this and pishov, and in the squad would not take ... Viyna - on the right of the cholovich. "
The choloviks got mad to take over and seize their front-line sisters. However, it’s okay for a girl, if a cholovik is put up to her as much as one, comrades in service, but not to a woman, as it is possible and necessary to love. An important tyagar was calling for the woman. For bagatokh beats, the stinks are guilty, but they are not only sisters, but mothers. The woman became a mother, more precisely, she carried the image of a mother for them, in seventeen, fourteen years. Vona herself demanded maternal care, and she brought them up to her. Not having spoiled all the joys of life, the girls immediately stuck to the most convenient side. Yak wrote to S. Aleksiyevich: "It was scary not to those who will be thrown into you, but then, if you die, not knowing life, not knowing anything. Tse bulo the most frightening. ". And the bazhanya of life and love bulo so strong! It’s clearly and it is necessary to manifest itself in the loose element of life, as it stands by the very natural element.
Just as for the cholovikiv on the detached houses of the life of a woman, then for a woman - all things without surplus: nature, I'm going to leave Lyudin, Vіdnosini mіzh people in usomu їх rіznomomanіtti. Women in power have a natural softness, crispness, need and love. Lyubov is a great pleasure, so I don’t need to be explained for the help of only a rosum, a healthy deaf. The very fact, that the woman lives by the senses and seeing, at the sight of the choloviks, then in her memory there is not the name of the warlords, the army statues, the minute and the hour of the blood, the smells of the "fear, but the" scho panuvali on vіynі. To the detachment of life for the women of the boule, they are happy, extravagant turboti, suto peace, ale so dear to the heart, bazhannya. The stench itself gave life the power not to waste itself. The axis is to speak, the driver: "It's spring. We went back in time. I picked up violets. A small bouquet. Narwhal and tied him to bagnet. So I go. Came to the tabir, and the commander pressed me for the price. Three violets dress up the pose of a black. If I can't vikt the violets. I quietly dreamed and stuffed them into a swarm. ... This is the first time I'm standing at the post. Wait, but I at once ". It is good for the bullet to stand all the night, until the evening, ale the hearing of the birds." The army didn’t accept women as equal warriors, much less because the army’s everyday life could not replace the life of human life. The zhinka yak bi automatically, instinctively brought the light of the world into the light of extreme situations, and the center of the insane among herself. Violets are ill-advised for a soldier not to contradict the statute, but to the one who stinks about his love, neutralizes his fierceness and will, and reduces his strength until he gets over it.
The women fought against the choloviks, ale the rest of them, in the minds of the choloviks, the emotsiyny, and so convey the whole zhakh viyni, but the stench itself and began to serve the over-expensive for the maybut generations. And the very contrast of a woman and vіyny, then, as it is important to sound with the price of horror, as it is important to drive, to tell us about the rejection of wines by nature itself, life. Aja such words yak "woman" and "life" can be called synonyms. So why shouldn't it be so, why should life be enticed to bear death. Why are people guilty of guilty to drive one to one and why can't live in a light stench?
3. Visnovok
For a long time, seemingly Omanlivian and lacking in human memory, it ruthlessly ramped up for an hour, bit by bit, taking another row into oblivion, less meaningful and less meaningful, and sometimes it’s sutta. Chi is not recorded in the documents, not comprehended by the mystery of history and historical information of people, one by one, one by one, the exact answers and messages of the people are drawn from the memory of the people. In rocky vіyni, if the life of the people is not so easy, it’s not so important for the people, who fell in order, to finish off the nobility, who’s all, and with a single turbocharger of the living, it’s half an hour to covet. On the spirits, in hot battles, they were intertwined with the words of an epitaph on a plywood table under such a plywood glare; If only for the size of the family graves, one can roughly judge about a few of them. Ale the axis of the year has become a sense of intelligence, how it is impossible for people without imene - alive, but more bendy. Aje im'ya on the obelisk is the end of the day, so to get lost in life, and in a new one, one of them is mad about the living - do not forget!
An hour, unfortunately, is mercilessly not only to human memory, it is so mercilessly out of the way, to become a folding area human vidnosin... Great Vitchiznyana wins the Radiansky people against the Nimetsky fascism - the whole era in the history of our land, a glimpse of the heroic past. Vona took the helpless lives of people, zeruynuval hundreds of villages and towns. I want everything to be renewed and seen for the recorded rock, becoming beautiful in the eyes of the earth, not earlier, invisible, going to disappear in the hearts and souls of people.
Glibinna dayliness of the national feat in the past vіynі є the life of the theme of a bitter mystery. About the life of the people on the vein, there are a lot of films, the miracles of the writing are written. One of the most important criteria in the assessment of creations on the theme of war, protection of peace and tact in the set to the truth, we live to the participants, but we will kill with the head rank. Psychological slackness, exact and strict realism in imagined dramatic, or even tragic twists and turns, the axis is one accepted way for a serious mystery. If you want to hardly call the guise of guilt, you can call it cholovich, or even really not a woman: the styles in the new unhuman and savage, domineering sooner than the creature's light, no human suspension... Kindness is unequivocal and self-centered, but there is no need for such a need, as in the case.
The heroes of the book are not only guessing about their importance, ale and winking about life, people, happy young people, happiness and well-being, which is why our victory began in the last war. It is ambiguous that the price of going to the written generation, it carries with it a number of difficult problems, over the decisions of which it is so important to think about it. In the book of S. Aleksiyevich, she had a record of the conversation with the coli-mary physician to the medical battalion leader Lady Sokolovoi, she experienced a lot at the front in the rock of war. On the diet of the journalist, who told her about the war to her children, Lidiya Kostyantinivna said negatively.
- We misbehaved our children. Our children grew up, I don’t know anything about the same people, as we have experienced. Singingly, it is possible to understand the mother-woman, to oberigє children from neglected life, but it is unlikely that the principle can be correct. So, in the end of the day, the age itself, the children who are guilty of being guilty on the butt of the fathers, the share of that generation, as they survived the age of the old, are less and less. First, it’s insane.
Peaceful boules deprived of two rocks in the history of people. All the last hour there were wines. At one time, after fifty-five rockets, for the most terrible and ruinous, in my sight, in the history of people, there is a new fault. Vіyna, de-vbivayut, vіyna, from її zhorstokіstyu and citizens. The politicians tell us about the light and the home of the development, and on the day everything will be forgotten as before. In the minds of the process of militarization and persistent aggression of women, they know that they are similar to choloviks, they fix life with a rose, not a heart. Yakshcho zhinka, "in what kind of hatred it is laid down by nature itself" (B. Vasil'ev), it is more likely to drive in, if there is one more fault, then death will clutter all our Earth. Create military rock and bitter documentary prose about the true knowledge of the creative role of women in the whole spirited and folding light and thinking about the true value and sense of life. Often the youngest authorize the power supply: how did you write about your team, who, because of their youth, did not take part in it? I would like to see it; Persh for all the axis so, as Svitlana Aleksiyevich wrote: honestly, truthfully, without any lack of housekeeping and everything, with the help of people to the right and the words of people, for those who have passed the bullet of important lives and have become a share.
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