(born 1918)
He was born in the village of Monastyrsky, in the Saratov region.
According to the writer, he has two main themes: collectivization and the Great Patriotic War. He fought in Stalingrad, on the Kursk Bulge in mortar, artillery units, the war ended with an employee of an army newspaper. In his books “Soldiers” and “My Stalingrad” he attaches great importance to the documentary narration, the story of real faces, whom he calls “bravest and cleverest”. And, recognizing them, you think: how many such people, the colors of the nation, have not returned from the war and how this has been seriously affected in the postwar fate of the country. In the novel Drachuny, the only surviving teenager in the famine year of 1933, the teenager is proud of the few surviving peers in that his father left him a Budyonovka inheritance – in it he flaunts an extinct village. Sensitivity to those “mental states”, when absurdity lurks
behind the pervasive reality, is not a frequent phenomenon in literature. This requires experience of the experience – not ordinary household, but concerning the very fate of the people. In 1933, the mother of fifteen-year-old Misha Alekseeva died of starvation, in the same year her father died in prison. For all her life she remained in her memory, in the writer’s soul a wound from that terrible year, when the whole village was obliterated by oblique death. Not giving nearly half a century to the writer of peace, the tragedy of the thirty-third year finally found an outlet in the late 70s of the last century in his novel Drachuny, in which, for the first time, with incredible truthfulness, it was told about what not a word was mentioned by our historians. but concerning the very fate of the people. In 1933, the mother of fifteen-year-old Misha Alekseeva died of starvation, in the same year her father died in prison. For all her life she remained in her memory, in the writer’s soul a wound from that terrible year, when the whole village was obliterated by oblique death. Not giving nearly half a century
to the writer of peace, the tragedy of the thirty-third year finally found an outlet in the late 70s of the last century in his novel Drachuny, in which, for the first time, with incredible truthfulness, it was told about what not a word was mentioned by our historians. but concerning the very fate of the people. In 1933, the mother of fifteen-year-old Misha Alekseeva died of starvation, in the same year her father died in prison. For all her life she remained in her memory, in the writer’s soul a wound from that terrible year, when the whole village was obliterated by oblique death. Not giving nearly half a century to the writer of peace, the tragedy of the thirty-third year finally found an outlet in the late 70s of the last century in his novel Drachuny, in which, for the first time, with incredible truthfulness, it was told about what not a word was mentioned by our historians.
