Антивойна и Антимир

Ėta kniga uslovno podelena na dve chasti. V pervui͡u voshli rasskazy neposredstvenno o voĭne, o cheloveke na voĭne. Mirnom i druzheli͡ubnom, voleĭ obstoi͡atelʹstv vynuzhdennym unichtozhatʹ soseda, ugrozhai͡ushchego tebe i tvoim blizkim, i pri ėtom riskovatʹ sobstvennoĭ zhiznʹi͡u. Vo vtoroĭ chasti rasskazy o mirnoĭ zhizni, gde tot zhe chelovek, osvobodivshiĭsi͡a ot uzhasov voĭny, ne bez truda vpisyvaetsi͡a v nastupivshie nevoennye realii, s kotorymi on nikogda prezhde znakom ne byl. V realii, v kotorykh sovsem drugie t͡sennosti. K sozhalenii͡u, nashego geroi͡a ne ostavli͡aet grustnoe osoznanie togo, chto uzhe net vozmozhnosti vernutʹsi͡a k svoeĭ prezhneĭ mirnoĭ zhizni. Potomu chto samye bolʹshie shramy v dushe ostavli͡aet voĭna. Kazhdyĭ prozhityĭ denʹ, kazhdoe mgnovenie, dazhe kogda na nas ne padai͡ut rakety, i my ne gli͡adim v prit͡sel avtomata, my vsë ravno oshchushchaem na sebe smradnoe dykhanie voĭny - otbleski pozharishch, ėkho artilleriĭskoĭ kanonady, stony ranenykh, posledniĭ vzdokh umirai͡ushchego, zapakh gari ot razrushennykh zhilishch i tlena ot mërtvykh tel. I ochenʹ redko sredi ėtogo koshmara obrashchaem vnimanie na laskovoe dunovenie mirnogo veterka, slyshim penie utrennikh ptit͡s, raduemsi͡a zapakhu svezhego khleba iz blizhaĭsheĭ pekarni, besprichinno ulybaemsi͡a neznakomt͡su… A vedʹ ėtogo khochetsi͡a - vsem bez iskli͡uchenii͡a, i pravym, i vinovatym! No, uvy, ne do ėtogo nam segodni͡a. My mrachno otvorachivaemsi͡a i obrechënno gli͡adim v storonu, s trudom vytaskivai͡a sebi͡a iz moroka voĭny. Esli udaëtsi͡a. Postepenno privykaem k ėtomu sostoi͡anii͡u… Chto, li͡udi, s nami proiskhodit? Pochemu my takie?!

This book is roughly divided into two parts. The first one includes stories directly about the war, about a man at war. Peaceful and friendly, forced by circumstances to destroy a neighbor who threatens you and your loved ones, and at the same time risk your own life. In the second part, there are stories about peaceful life, where the same person, freed from the horrors of war, not without difficulty fits into the prevailing non-military realities, with which he had never been familiar before. In a reality with completely different values. Unfortunately, our hero is haunted by the sad realization that it is no longer possible to return to his former peaceful life. Because the biggest scars in the soul are left by war. Every day we live, every moment, even when there are no rockets falling on us, and we are not looking into the sight of a machine gun, we still feel the stinking breath of war on us — the reflections of fires, the echo of artillery cannonade, the groans of the wounded, the last breath of the dying, the smell of burning from destroyed homes and decay from dead bodies. And very rarely, in the midst of this nightmare, do we pay attention to the gentle breeze of a peaceful breeze, hear the singing of morning birds, rejoice at the smell of fresh bread from the nearest bakery, smile gratuitously at a stranger... And this is what everyone wants, without exception, both the right and the guilty! But, alas, we are not up to it today. We gloomily turn away and look away in resignation, barely pulling ourselves out of the clutter of war. If it succeeds. We are gradually getting used to this condition.… What is happening to us, people? Why are we like this?!