Две минуты молчания. Рассказы о необычном

Ego rasskazy - ėto ne tolʹko rasskazannye istorii. Ėto pisʹma iz proshlogo, gde kazhdyĭ geroĭ nesët v sebe tenʹ realʹnogo cheloveka. Inogda ėto starik, kotoryĭ sporit s B-gom u steny, inogda - zhenshchina, pri͡achushchai͡a svoi͡u dushu v korobke iz-pod mat͡sy. Shekhter ne boitsi͡a smeshivatʹ svi͡atoe so smeshnym. On mozhet zastavitʹ ravvina smei͡atʹsi͡a, a klouna - molitʹsi͡a. Ego stilʹ - progulka po kanatu mezhdu mistikoĭ i ironieĭ, mezhdu idishskim folʹklorom i sovremennoĭ toskoĭ. On pishet, potomu chto inache by ischez. Ego teksty -sposob ostatʹsi͡a, dazhe kogda vsë vokrug meni͡aetsi͡a. On - letopiset͡s tekh, kogo zabyli, i golos tekh, kto boitsi͡a govoritʹ. Esli by I͡Akov Shekhter byl knigoĭ, ėtu knigu nuzhno bylo by ne postavitʹ na polku, a nositʹ s soboĭ, kak amulet. I esli v ėtoĭ knige chto-to vygli͡adelo by nepravdoĭ - znachit, ono bylo by slishkom pravdivym, chtoby statʹ realʹnym.

His stories are not just stories told. These are letters from the past, where each character carries the shadow of a real person. Sometimes it's an old man arguing with G-d at the wall, sometimes it's a woman hiding her soul in a matzo box. Schechter is not afraid to mix the holy with the ridiculous. He can make a rabbi laugh and a clown pray. His style is a tightrope walk between mysticism and irony, between Yiddish folklore and modern longing. He writes because otherwise he would have disappeared. His lyrics are a way to stay even when everything around you is changing. He is the chronicler of those who have been forgotten, and the voice of those who are afraid to speak. If Yakov Schechter were a book, this book would not have to be put on a shelf, but carried with you like an amulet. And if something in this book looked untrue, then it would be too true to become real.