
My town is not smoke from pipes, but a smoke.
So he flies with a grin and a tear.
I do not know what I would write and even wrote if I grew up in Nizhny Tagil or in Nukus. In English there is no expression "small homeland." But in the world literature of the Little Homeland for at least two thousand years (Plutarch: "What before me, I live in a small city and so that it does not become even less, I willingly remain in it"). Writers of various literature and eras are often admitted to love for their "small homelands." For Pushkin, the "small homeland" was Moscow. After, when Moscow was heard in breadth, the small homelands of Moscow writers, playwrights, poets became Arbat, Zamoskvorechye, pure ponds, patriarchal ponds. I am talking about writers, because they describe thoughts, feelings, impressions inherent in all people. The image of the "small homeland" is not always romantic. Scotch Irwin Welsh about his "small homeland" - Edinburgh (like Ukrainian Sergei Zhadan about his Luhansk region) writes "Tin". I am interested in what relations with the "small homeland" have other people, not writers. I am especially interested in what they think, as they recall the "small homeland" former Soviet people. Yes, the states in which they lived is no more. But the memory remained. I would call this memory imperial colonial. But maybe I'm wrong?