February 7, Kharkov held a recital of the outstanding Ukrainian poetess Lina Kostenko in the presentation of her new novel, "Notes Ukrainian samashedshogo. About "The Chief" organizers said the event - Charitable Foundation "Renaissance" and the "Knizhkovy Kaushik.
At the end of last year's Ukrainian poetess Lina Kostenko, presented his first prose novel "Notes of a Ukrainian samashedshogo" over which the writer worked in the past ten years.
«This is a very young book, - the director of the publishing house of A-BA-BA-GA-LA-MA-HA Ivan Malkovich. - Readers will be amazed at how it displays our time, how bravely Lina Kostenko puts their accents. This book not only about Ukraine. This book is about time at all. This is a chronicle of an eyewitness of the third millennium. And what are most important - this book returns the Ukrainians of their modern history. "
«Notes Ukrainian samashedshogo" written on behalf of men, representative of the "corrupt generation", who managed to take something from their ancestors, but does not have that pass on to their descendants. This book will make many think a lot of painful moments of the recent Ukrainian history.
«People are generally see the world in the range of their problems - says the hero of Notes ...». - Well, even within the family, country, their profession and their interests. And if you look the world in a complex variety of events and phenomena, there is something else. Do you see a critical mass of disaster. "
Kharkiv presentation the long-awaited novel, Lina Kostenko held on February 7 at 19:00 in the great hall of Kharkiv National Academic Opera and Ballet Theater named Lysenko. At the party would be to buy the book "Notes of a Ukrainian samashedshogo, ask questions and get her writer autograph.
photo - Ivan likes-Kyrdey (Young Ukraine »)
Quotes of Kostenko's novel" Memoirs Ukrainian samashedshoho "(" A-BA-BA-GA-LA-MA-HA, 2010)
Somehow my parents lived, and parents of my parents and all the good decent people in this part of the world has always had to live somehow, zadureni another power, another regime. Tired. Somehow I live no longer want.
once sat behind the iron curtain, catching every vistochku of the world - our information was prey. Now we - spoil information.
Soon humanity as the Holy Dionysius, will go on his own head in his hands, and shoulders it will have a virtual head nabahturena absurd impasse.
We statistical spiritual desert. We are cogs and screws outdated system, it creaks and collapses, the fission products intoksykuyut society, and it chooses to inertia and chooses the same. Great people elect dwarfs, puppets, and wondering - is it them, but they did sipayut for strings у цьому політичному вертепі.
Глуха ворожість оточує нашу мову, навіть тепер, у нашій власній державі. ми вже як нацменшина, кожне мурло тебе може образити. I can not step to step, all draw attention, sometimes even positive, but no easier. Because the nature of this attention is something unnatural, humiliating. Three hundred years
walk in a circle. From what came in the twentieth century, so the entrance and the twenty-first. And do not fear that something will change - the horror that can all remain the same.
People tend to see the world in the range of their problems. Well, even within families, the country of his profession, his interests. And if you look in light of the complex events and phenomena, there is quite a different picture. You see a critical mass disasters.
closely placed on the planet, replacing humanity itself.
national rescue front line we have long held the dead. And you can win only if it kept alive. We
damaged generation. More from ancestors took something, but have no descendants that pass.
Men imperial nations think the category of force. Men oppressed but proud, nations think categories freedom.
we naive people, Ukrainian. We dream of freedom in the context of globalization. Released its hryvnia of princes and poets, when we do not have no history, no Poetry. Love our Ukraine, which is not yet dead, are fighting for their language, which is already dying. Dependent on each and all, and build an independent state. And still care about harmony in a society of consensus and compromise.
I sometimes think that there is a think tank that works on self-liquidation of the State, not even hands its enemies as their own efforts here idiots.
Obviously there are people not gifted with love. And their growing. Wild
we the people not in us Pokuttya is interior, are home appliances, shelves and pictures, and no where to put the icon.
We each problem can lie down and sleep. Wake up in a hundred years - and it is the same.
Sometimes I think I do not live and odbuvayu life. We all live so. Today, somehow, in the hope that tomorrow will be better. And it tomorrow and tomorrow and everything has before. A life like no and no.
When scattered facts in mind, it is only facts. And when they put together, it is the system.
hard to love an intelligent woman. Always afraid of falling into her eyes.
Perhaps the time has come for us to make a new anthem - Donbass porozhnyak not honit and biceps on our Independence Crush tattoo palm Mertsalova.
in the Vatican in St. Peter's stolen the keys to paradise. Hell, I understand, not closed.
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