Boys in Zinc: Svetlana Alexievich (Penguin Modern Classics)

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For the whole of the first month I was there they just dumped the amputated arms and legs of our soldiers and officers, even their bodies, right next to the tents.

Occasionally we went to the theatre or the cinema, but all he really wanted to do was to stay at home.Another book, The Last Witnesses: the Book of Unchildlike Stories, describes personal memories of children during wartime. The ‘bandits’ had only old Maxim machine-guns we had seen in films, the Stingers and Japanese machine guns came later. The monologues which make up the book are honest (if edited for clarity) reproductions of the oral histories Alexievich collected, including those who perhaps did not understand her purpose: 'What's your book for? Her works include The Unwomanly Face of War (1985), Last Witnesses (1985), Boys in Zinc (1991), Chernobyl Prayer (1997) and Second-Hand Time (2013).

e. pre-COVID) a busy road, and when I cycled across the tram tracks as a shallower angle than was sensible, the wheel slipped on the wet metal (it was raining) and I fell down, landing on my right elbow, my right knee, my right hip.Nobelpriset i litteratur till Svetlana Aleksijevitj" [Nobel Prize in literature to Svetlana Aleksijevitj].

I stood still, calming myself away from a panic attack, and then I tried cycling again, as if to continue with my planned route. In the mornings he’d get up and take her to the kindergarten; he liked carrying her on his shoulders. An investigative journalist from Belarus, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2015, her works are oral histories of various Soviet cataclysms – Chernobyl, the collapse of communism, women in the Second World War – told through blunt personal testimony.From 1979 to 1989 Soviet troops engaged in a devastating war in Afghanistan that claimed thousands of casualties on both sides. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. The war had its own ghastly rules: if you were photographed or if you shaved before a battle, you were dead. He hadn’t sent a telegram to warn me that he was coming, and I had gone to my friend’s flat to celebrate her birthday. If you look back at the whole of our history, both Soviet and post-Soviet, it is a huge common grave and a blood bath.