There is only one life

This is a collection of short stories and stories about the war. About the very one that we still talk about without clarification. Because she does not need them. Not Napoleonic, not the first world, just a war, it is clear which one. But here you will not find passages about guns and tanks, about planes and warships. Even about the battles with the enemy. This is a prose about war and man. About his suffering, his troubles, feelings, trials that the war sent people. The fate of the heroes of this collection almost repeat the ingenious, very accurate words from Vysotsky’s song "and who broke on it, who flew forever, but I landed, and I landed, that’s the trouble!" Well, of course, even in the war there should be a place for love. Well, without her, because my heroes were young. This is an eternal topic