We can be stronger than circumstances

"Do you know what kind of hero I'm looking for, do I like?" I'm looking for a man shocked. At war, in Chernobyl near death and in love - near a miracle. In our history there are not so many bright pages, but besides often shooting and dying, people still loved, made friends, sniffed flowers, admired the sunset. A man shaken - this is the man who was not just carried by the flow of history, swept like sand - no, this man found the strength to marvel at life, to touch her secret.

I still remember one of my heroine, in the war she was a machine gunner. A woman killed, a machine gun - a ruthless iron, I think that not every technique will withstand what he does to a person - mincemeat. This woman, fifty years after the war, could not forget the autumn field after the battle - "the dead lie scattered like potatoes. Russians and Germans. All young, beautiful. Both are pitiful. "

The man defended his homeland, but was shocked by the insanity of life, he could rise to the height, accessible to a few: her hatred died ...

You can live life mechanically, but you can create it. To create. Save the child's surprise before life. This is not a monopoly of poets.People always wanted to be happy ... It seems to me that today is special.

All ideas fell, only life remained. And at the same time it's more difficult to be happy. The world changes very quickly and frightens us. Terrorism, the rebellion of nature ... In the XIX century, people hoped for technological progress, for high ideas that promised to make a person happy. And now ... What did we get?

We experienced a time of romanticism, when the Berlin Wall fell, everyone believed in a new world - without violence. But very soon they saw on TV screens: in New York twin towers collapsed, and people fly to the ground like birds - and we were again thrown back in the Middle Ages. Again they shoot, blow up. You can not hide nowhere.

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Fears today speak more about fears than about love. Fears are new. And the future is impossible to predict. The whole archive of humanity was helpless. New wars ... new fears ... And a little man who still wants to be happy. He wants to know how he lives, what keeps the other person, as small as he is. I was in America at the presentation of my Chernobyl book.

I went in, saw quite different faces of Americans and realized that the courage to live now is necessary for everyone. And here we have an incomparable experience, we are a civilization of tears.

People want to live, live beautifully. Not many can, especially in the province, but they want everything. So far, Russia has entered the consumer society only at the level of desires. Most Russians can not afford what they already allow themselves to desire. Those who can, travel around the world, build, make repairs, changing not only the Soviet worldview, but all the Soviet things in the house. Maybe this is our way of healing ... We need to go through this.


At the same time, I understand people who have dived into private life. This is protection against emptiness, and the world we do not know.

A great life was over, a little one had begun. With the joys of home. How much can you live in a war or on the roof of an atomic reactor?

Happiness is a world we do not know. There are so many corners, windows, doors, different keys. This is a terrific world, of which we all have a vague idea. The guy who returned from Afghanistan told me: "When I had a baby, I sniffed these diapers. So I ran home to hear this smell. It was the smell of happiness. "

Life is a very difficult job.It is necessary to increase a person. The Divine. The person in you will be as much as you will assemble on the way.

What unites people today? What words do they believe? What are saved? All the same: his own circle. Today we have separated from the state and live our own separate lives. In the war, of course, we will not win and we will not fly into space, but maybe we will learn how to live humanly. Once I asked a man who got into a Stalin camp at the age of 14 - that he was saved there. "I was very fond of my childhood," he replied.

We are saved by the amount of love received. Saves in human and inhuman circumstances. I collect love in my books, the spirit of man.

Chekhov has words that every happy and happy person should have someone behind him and knock on the hammer, to remind him that there are unhappy, weak, those who are in a bad mood. We used to be proud of the pain, but now we despise it. Shame on you.

Someday I'll write a book about love. Man is most like a person when he loves. Even if love leaves or does not work out, this is the best time for each of us. "

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