Это мы, Господи!

Proza Konstantina Vorobʹeva, porazhai͡ushchai͡a ostrotoĭ i derzkoĭ smelostʹi͡u pisʹma, predelʹno obnazhennym dramatizmom, ot kotorogo bukvalʹno kholodeet serdt͡se, kakim-to osobennym krutym zamesom si͡uzheta, chelovecheskikh sudeb i kharakterov, peredaet ne tolʹko bolʹ i stradanii͡a bezvinnykh zhertv voĭny, no i pokazyvaet neistrebimoe chuvstvo dostoinstva sovetskogo cheloveka, voina Sovetskoĭ armii, kotoroe vragu nichem ne udavalosʹ slomitʹ; a ego pisatelʹskoe kredo mozhno sformulirovatʹ takoĭ frazoĭ: ni pri kakikh obstoi͡atelʹstvakh ne idti na kompromiss s sovestʹi͡u, pisatʹ tolʹko obnazhennui͡u pravdu, kakimi by posledstvii͡ami ėto ni grozilo lichnoĭ sudʹbe. V sbornik voshli povesti, napisannye v 60-e gody: "Ubity pod Moskvoĭ", "Drug moĭ Momich", a takzhe avtobiograficheskoe povestvovanie "Ėto my, gospodi."

Konstantin Vorobyov's prose, striking with the sharpness and audacious boldness of his writing, the extremely naked drama that literally freezes the heart, some kind of special steep mix of plot, human destinies and characters, conveys not only the pain and suffering of innocent victims of the war, but also shows the indestructible sense of dignity of a Soviet man, a soldier of the Soviet army, who is nothing to the enemy. he could not be broken; and his writing credo can be formulated with the following phrase: under no circumstances compromise with conscience, write only the naked truth, no matter what consequences it may threaten personal fate. The collection includes stories written in the 60s: "Killed near Moscow", "My friend Momich", as well as the autobiographical narrative "This is us, Lord."