We do not know the war... Us she only on the books of familiar, According to the stories and songs Witnesses days of thunder, In whom until now sound The echoes of distant thunder, Who passed through this hell And accidentally left alive. A. Pulkin
Many modern writers were front-line soldiers. Come back alive and Belarusian writer and war veteran Vasily Bykov, man under the deadly fire in seventeen years, replacing the school - secondary school by the school of war. A lot has been written about the war... But the bleeding wounds of a soldier... And again he is taken for a pen, to tell us the truth about the everyday life of the guerrilla war. Yes, the machine gunner Vasily Bykov “he went on the attack, fired at the tanks, silently buried friends, his hands felt the metal shiver machine gun,” so he knew the war from the inside, opposed bombastic heroism of those terrible days, without taking the slightest lies, inaccuracies. In the majority of works about the war soldiers and officers were just a faceless mass. And together supposed to rush to the attack, screaming: “For the Motherland! For Stalin!” and a close-up depicted the “eagles”, ”fairy-tale heroes”, which was reckless, and in the fire they didn't work, and in the water, they did not drown, invulnerable to bullets and mines. Bykov wrote: “the half-Truths we would ask... I was absolutely in another war... About his war can tell only myself... In my opinion, it is useful to talk about honor, of human dignity... And the main argument must be true, what would be the ruthless she may be.” “Cold.” This is the name of the new book by Vasil Bykau. Published a book of In the light, In the era. To the contemporaries of the court. The plot of this story is simple. Damn forty-first year... solidly frozen Belarusian forest... Холдный, продутый winds shack... Dawn. Under one coat sleep two people: Азевич former райкомовский worker, and Gorodilov - district пркурор, who became Commissioner of the partisan detachment. Egor Азевич wakes up from downward in a hut a long silence, and discovers that Gorodilov died, he died not from a bullet, from a cold. It so happened that, after the burial of the high Commissioner, Азевич was left alone in the forest wilderness. What to do next? The test of loneliness is fated to many of the heroes of Vasil Bykov. So here Азевич is in a situation where he had to act without the command and order at your own risk. He is forced to make choices, to make decisions, the payment for which is life. Here and open up to the end, who on what is capable. t be that this war taught nothing! You can't always, the whole story live in slavery and bondage.”
I like traveling to different countries. I like their beauty and culture, holidays and so on. In the near future, I would like to travel to Japan or China. I think that I once flew to Japan, and went to China by train, or flew by plane. I really love foreign languages .and I think that they would have learned these languages with ease. If I went there, I would photograph the area, ride an attraction and ate sweets. I think that my dream will come true. Я люблю путешествия по разным странам.Мне нравится их красота и культура,праздники и так далее.В ближайшее время,я бы хотела проехать в Японию или Китай.Я думаю,что я быв Японию полетела,а в Китай поехала на поезде, или полетела на самолёте. Я очень люблю иностранные языки.И думаю,что с лёгкостью бы выучили эти языки.Если бы я туда поехала, то я бы фотографировала местность,каталась на атракциона и ела сладости.Думаю,что моя мечта сбудется.
People are both - different and alike, each has its own flaws and its own personality. Each is as perfect as it is imperfect, each differs with its similarity. In a great scheme of things, we are the same. Human. With the same particles, same structure and material. But what if you do a close-up? What if you look at one individually disregarding the mental idea behind that "one"? What will be left? No gender, no specie, no nothing. We are just skin, bones and muscle and in that we are similar. Physical appearances do not count, they are the unmatching art on the same skull. Who cares if one is fat and one is thin? Who cares if I am blond and that guy in the corner is a ginger? Is that a difference? Indeed, but take the hair off, leaving only the similarity, the anatomy and humans will be an army of clones. We are both - different and alike, we are a reflection of each other with a drop of originality in each of us. So let us celebrate our differences, let us connect through our similarities. Let us be the humans we are.
We do not know the war...
Us she only on the books of familiar,
According to the stories and songs
Witnesses days of thunder,
In whom until now sound
The echoes of distant thunder,
Who passed through this hell
And accidentally left alive.
A. Pulkin
Many modern writers were front-line soldiers. Come back alive and Belarusian writer and war veteran Vasily Bykov, man under the deadly fire in seventeen years, replacing the school - secondary school by the school of war. A lot has been written about the war... But the bleeding wounds of a soldier... And again he is taken for a pen, to tell us the truth about the everyday life of the guerrilla war.
Yes, the machine gunner Vasily Bykov “he went on the attack, fired at the tanks, silently buried friends, his hands felt the metal shiver machine gun,” so he knew the war from the inside, opposed bombastic heroism of those terrible days, without taking the slightest lies, inaccuracies. In the majority of works about the war soldiers and officers were just a faceless mass. And together supposed to rush to the attack, screaming: “For the Motherland! For Stalin!” and a close-up depicted the “eagles”, ”fairy-tale heroes”, which was reckless, and in the fire they didn't work, and in the water, they did not drown, invulnerable to bullets and mines. Bykov wrote: “the half-Truths we would ask... I was absolutely in another war... About his war can tell only myself... In my opinion, it is useful to talk about honor, of human dignity... And the main argument must be true, what would be the ruthless she may be.”
“Cold.” This is the name of the new book by Vasil Bykau.
Published a book of
In the light,
In the era.
To the contemporaries of the court.
The plot of this story is simple. Damn forty-first year... solidly frozen Belarusian forest... Холдный, продутый winds shack... Dawn. Under one coat sleep two people: Азевич former райкомовский worker, and Gorodilov - district пркурор, who became Commissioner of the partisan detachment. Egor Азевич wakes up from downward in a hut a long silence, and discovers that Gorodilov died, he died not from a bullet, from a cold. It so happened that, after the burial of the high Commissioner, Азевич was left alone in the forest wilderness. What to do next? The test of loneliness is fated to many of the heroes of Vasil Bykov. So here Азевич is in a situation where he had to act without the command and order at your own risk. He is forced to make choices, to make decisions, the payment for which is life. Here and open up to the end, who on what is capable.
t be that this war taught nothing! You can't always, the whole story live in slavery and bondage.”