Мы были здесь

Knyga o voyne, v kotoroy samoy voyny net. No est vzroslye y dety, kotorykh voyna yzzhevala y vyplyunula. Y mertvye teper zhyvut sredy zhyvykh. A zhyvye na samom dele davno uzhe mertvye. Ykh ubylo na toy voyne bez nazvanyya, prosto ony etogo eshche ne ponyaly. Y more, y solntse nykomu ne pomogut ny zabyt, ny prostyt... Gorchyt na yazyke varene yz yablok obrechennoy yablony, a slova lyubvy y nadezhdy napysany na galke nesmyvaemym flomasterom, potomu chto ykh nekomu bolshe proyznesty. No eshche est komu prochest, a znachyt, nadezhda zhyva... Dobro pozhalovat v myr korotkykh y prostykh fraz, slozhnykh chuvstv y slomannykh sudeb. «Etykh personazhey ty budesh pomnyt. S plokhymy knygamy tak ne byvaet. Eto khoroshaya knyga». Ostalos tolko ee prochest. Yan Valetov. Gotycheskaya skazka o domyke na more, druzhbe dvukh devochek, seme, utrate y obretenyy. Kak geroynya pyshet slova na galke, postepenno sobyraya yz nykh dlya nas tselnyy tekst, tak yz obrazov etoy prekrasnoy y dusherazdyrayushchey knygy, napolnennoy v ravnoy mere bolyu y nadezhdoy, skladyvaetsya tochnyy (chto mozhet byt besposhchadnee y pravdyvee podrostkovogo vzglyada?) otpechatok prozhyvaemogo namy nevynosymogo vremeny. Anton Dolyn. Zachem nam chytat neprostye knyzhky o voyne? Voyny ved y tak mnogo, y zhyt s ney trudno. No mne kazhetsya, chto chytat takye knyzhky ochen stoyt, osobenno kogda v nykh deystvuyut personazhy, kotorye mogut okazatsya chemto pokhozhymy na tebya. Ot ykh pobed stanovytsya legche, ykh myry stanovyatsya tvoymy myramy, a ykh syla prevrashchaetsya v tvoyu sylu. Y nykakye posty, rylsy, staty, storys, vydeo, navernoe, ne mogut sdelat dlya nas to, chto mogut sdelat personazhy yz «My byly zdes». Lynor Goralyk.

A book about a war in which there is no war itself. But there are adults and children who have been chewed up and spat out by the war. And the dead now live among the living. And the living have actually been dead for a long time. They were killed in that nameless war, they just haven't figured it out yet. The sea and the sun will not help anyone to forget or forgive... The jam from the apples of the doomed apple tree is bitter on the tongue, and the words of love and hope are written on the pebbles with an indelible felt-tip pen, because there is no one else to pronounce them. But there is still someone to read, which means that hope is alive... Welcome to the world of short and simple phrases, complex feelings and broken destinies. "You will remember these characters. That doesn't happen with bad books. It's a good book." All that remains is to read it. Jan Valetov. A Gothic tale about a house by the sea, the friendship of two girls, family, loss and gain. As the heroine writes words on pebbles, gradually assembling a whole text from them for us, so the images of this beautiful and heartbreaking book, filled with pain and hope in equal measure, form an accurate (what could be more merciless and truthful than a teenage look?) the imprint of the unbearable time we live through. Anton Dolin. Why should we read difficult books about the war? There is so much war, and it is difficult to live with it. But it seems to me that reading such books is very worthwhile, especially when they feature characters who may turn out to be somewhat similar to you. Their victories make it easier, their worlds become your worlds, and their power turns into your power. And no posts, rails, articles, stories, videos, probably, can do for us what the characters from "We were Here" can do. Linor Goralik.