What was, it was. On Shabolovka, that fall …: Yuri Dodolev

This time was less lucky in literature than war. Meanwhile, it was a dramatic era, the era of a fracture, when everything broke and passed into a different life – both the soul and life. All of us – and who fought and did not fight – shaking the dream of war, did not know how to live. As they lived before the war, it was impossible to live, as they lived during the war – too. It was necessary to start everything from scratch, and the war hung on the soul with a stone, crushed, did not let go. A sense of freedom and liberation mixed with a sense of constraint, disorder, ignorance, how to relate to themselves and people.
What is it, if not a song of love in the midst of ruin, post -war scatter, incompetence in the destinies, incompetence of the former rear and the former front? The former rear and the former front (that is, people who fought and remained in the rear) often do not understand each other, suffer from this misunderstanding and still stretch to each other.
For those who fought, do not understand those who did not fight, but to those who did not fight, have something to tell the fighters. And they fought, but how!

Author
Dodolev Yuri Alekseevich
Publisher
Olmamediagrupp/Enlightenment, 2014
Series
We are the echo of the Great War
Genre
Classical domestic prose