Germana Sadulayeva story is very personal diary of internal experiences, which has a plaintive nature. It's hard not to get the impression that the narrator confronts only with himself, with his memories of the dramatic election, that I carried out with a sense of national identity, while trying to prove otherwise. This is a book about how difficult it is to be Chechen, with which the election is binding ( "We remain one - win or die") and about how the Chechen war can live among Russians. Those Russians who until recently were the Chechens community, "to draw bullets cannon and tanks caterpillars sharing boundaries with which it is difficult to measure. Sadulayeva placed his discussion in historical perspective, refers to the Caucasian culture and the natural world, beautifully writes about his mother and brutally reveals the paradoxes with which must be measured after living hell 1994 and late 1995, after which nothing will ever be the same. It's essential qualities this publication. Books, however, so unbearably sentimental, and so filled with pathos and ckliwością that at times just no way to read it further. report from the Chechen battlefield, from Grozny, very interesting has already Zahar Prilepin, whose hero, a young Russian specnazowiec part in the battles on the streets of the capital of Chechnya. What is the background of events in "pathologies" who Sadulayeva found in the final. Though the author tried to cover up scratches his lyrical prose and everything so it can irritate, but not until the end he succeeds. The hero of "I am a Chechen," must fight, kill, on the streets of Grozny to be the mortal enemy of his compatriots. Errors and omissions excepted nothing then those memories and not allow him to rest. And the final story is in fact the most readable, because early reflections verge on pretentious.
Examples? The symbolism of the swallows returning bird, bird, surrounded by the free and respectful. Unusual bird. What the author does with this symbolism? Sent to: "I am a swallow. Not witeziem Russian federal forces, not holy Mujahideen, just swallow, which failed to return home under the roof of the house ". The process of creating the flighty swallow is seen as follows: "When you add this book to end, I'll be able to die peacefully ". In the meantime, combining mythology describing the Caucasian and habits among the Chechens, returns to the bosom of their homeland and tries to lack a deep breath to still write about it. Suffering, he suffers the author of this book is not a way to mock, because it is a serious and painful problems. But it is hard to pass by the way in which he writes about these issues. A Sadulayeva makes to his Chechen Messiah, Prometheus, prophet and visionary one. Why, if at all, I want to express, you would write in a more subdued?
"I am a Chechen," then the book is impressive ambivalent feelings. "Nobody will read it, no one can understand it. (...) No one is not needed such a book, does not fit into anyone's propaganda . I can not because the author does not admit that it really is hard to understand him, because he writes only for himself and about himself. But we can not say that this is not a book you need. Chechnya needs to talk about it. After all, impartially. Because a lie is writing that story is not propagandist nature, since every move is in the composition of an anti-Russian elements.
I may be a Chechen tragedy is that it is difficult to really express yourself. It's hard to live when a friend becomes an enemy, then the enemy of a friend when you can not cry, allow yourself to weakness, to reveal his suffering. Maybe with such a complicated situation such as the prose is clear Sadulayeva story. And though it's a book about really large research value, moving the issue much more complex than what is stated in the discussion, "I'm Chechen "confessional prose is more neurotic than the testimony of the drama of a man who lived spiritually Chechnya, every day working in the Russian reality. Such a swallow, which clipped the wings.
Black Publishing, 2011
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