About the country for the world

Literature is not necessarily writing. The hero does not need to be invented. A living real person, you will not believe, also loves, hates, longing, gets sick, kills in war and returns from the war crippled, prays, deified the past and curses the present. The generation, whose coming and empty and dark, is not the fiction of the Mizanthropic poet, who died in the century before last.

It is as if yesterday said, and it is excellently said, but it is possible in a different way. Not necessarily briefly, both in rhyme and the type metaphorical. It is possible with severe prose, more than 500 pages in order to capture the time in faces and in all details.

To capture yourself, your voice. And dozens of others forming the choir tired and sad. This is how documentary is written in the appearance of prose, devoid of plot frills and inspired writing, but this is also real literature, which is now confirmed in one rather high instance. Svetlana Aleksievich was awarded the Nobel Prize - "For her polyphonic work - a monument to suffering and courage." For years and for decades she listened, recorded, deciphered, mounted, collected countless evidence of her contemporaries in books.

About a war that is not a female face, but seen by female eyes. And again about the war, and again about the Great Patriotic War, performed by the children's choir. About Afghanistan, which in Russian -speaking memory is little connected with geography, and most of all with death - inglorious, heroic, in vain, cruel, stubborn in zinc. About Chernobyl - how the disaster began, how the sarcophagus was built, how they irradiated and died, the voices of the soldier’s choir. And about the mysterious, unhappy, great, miserable, now dying of the Homo Sovieticus tribe, which is so easy and unbearable to write, since the author himself belongs to this part of humanity. Torn from its habitat, living, like in a strange house, in an alien era.

"The war is not a female face." "The latest witnesses." "Zinc boys". "Chernobyl prayer." "Time of the second hand." This is all Svetlana Aleksievich, her main books that brought world fame, and even in her native country, in the territory of the former USSR, in Belarus, in Ukraine and Russia not forgotten. It’s just that the country’s most reading in the world broke into pieces, and time also broke up, and paper literature, including the classics of the long past years and modern, is not that it was sent to scraps, but the minds and souls of millions are no longer shaking.

An irritability and forgetfulness rule the ball on one sixth land, and few people want to know the truth about the war if without Colorado ribbons and other stupid agents. About Afghanist, if without conspiracy and Americans who are to blame for everything. About Chernobyl as a national tragedy, feat and shame. About a scoop that is immortal, but is supplanted by myths about the Great Stalin and the Great Power.

However, the prizes, especially such a level as Nobel, are still held in high esteem, and in this sense a reward, which was awarded to Svetlana Aleksievich, is an extremely important event. For the Russian world, first of all, for the former and real homo sovieticus, who learned yesterday or remembered the existence of the author of "zinc boys". They were told about this on TV, on the main programs, and in the central multi-stage, where the poor fellow Limonov, who was again surrounded by Nobel, is directly exhausted with envy .

This will be heard, saw and read, and dozens, or even hundreds of thousands of citizens, at least out of curiosity, will buy a laureate book or volunteered her name in search of Yandex and recognize themselves in the heroes of Svetlana Aleksievich. This will be a good shake for readers who have learned to think, but did not learn how to read. For a country that is not, and for a society that is not.

This is generally very useful for Russia, and for Belarus, and for many other states that were self -proclaimed in 1991, to learn about the existence of Aleksi and to enjoy what the writer was awarded for. To get acquainted with her thoughts - about the past and present, at least in a fugitive retelling . Pass the links. Look around, surveying the All -Russian Chernobyl in anticipation of zinc boys. Shudder.

No, our new Nobel laureate will not become for compatriots either Pasternak or Solzhenitsyn - everything is too devalued and launched. Although some nervousness at the top is already observed, and the father, having learned from the advisers that the famous writer lives in Minsk, reluctantly congratulated Aleksievich’s heart, and Peskov even entered the controversy with her . Although Svetlana Aleksandrovna never hid her attitude to the aggressive war in Ukraine, but now she speaks out as a power, and those in power are forced to respond. The awarded, you see, "does not have all the information in order to give a positive assessment of" the war, Peskov is responsible, and this indicates that over the past decades, Otikov has learned to do something. We learned how to restrain themselves, or something, in rhetoric. Although little wiser.

And there will also be a Nobel lecture - against the backdrop of the Ukrainian war, the Syrian war and God the news of what other wars. And the voice of Aleksievich, who performs on behalf of those who are now in the suppressed minority, will sound loudly again, in the genre of strictly documentary. And this again will become a literary event in the highest meaning of the word, that is, connecting art with life and the so -called policy, but in a unique author’s manner. Where the life is primary, recorded in the regime of the real time of the vote of genuine people, telling about cases of genuine ones. They are now awarded awards and, therefore, it was not for nothing that they loved, hated, fought, yearned, dreamed, hurt, suffered, voted, praised, killed and died not in vain.