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The first and last that we demand from a genius is love for the truth. These words of Johann Wolfgang Goethe became the guiding star for the prose writer Vagram Kevorkov. The main character of his stories is true. And a keen eye, and a sensitive ear, and a tenacious creative memory, and a shared heart, and considerable life experience - all this is necessary for the writer. But first of all, love for the word is needed.
"The thunderstorm walked, she walked in circles, prevented her from falling asleep, and she lay on her bed, thinking about herself, about her husband, about her son - gradually, faint distant stars appeared from these thoughts, then the cries of morning roosters, then opened behind the village The meadow, crumbled with cheerful flocks of strawberries, and she takes and takes it and cannot break away from this sweet, ripened berry. But deafly grumbles behind the river in swollen clouds and now it hit the first drops - and God be the legs! It only flew into the hut - the heavy sky broke off with a thunderstorm, he gasped - it was jammed, cracked terribly, the green thickets bent, groaned, the branches howled and the heaven would overturn with terrible water! But it was poured a bit, sprinkled the earth, refreshed the grass and flew away with a wet wind to the far side ... And in the morning, when the window was still gray, soon on the mowing - summer adjusted the grass and now to mow at the very way: the grows were the great! "
Already this excerpt from the story "Elixir of Life" gives an idea of Vagram Kevorkov as a subtle stylist, with all his soul a feeling of a wonderful element of the Russian word (From the article, critic Emil Sokolsky "Vagram Kevorkov radiates good", magazine "Our street")
"The thunderstorm walked, she walked in circles, prevented her from falling asleep, and she lay on her bed, thinking about herself, about her husband, about her son - gradually, faint distant stars appeared from these thoughts, then the cries of morning roosters, then opened behind the village The meadow, crumbled with cheerful flocks of strawberries, and she takes and takes it and cannot break away from this sweet, ripened berry. But deafly grumbles behind the river in swollen clouds and now it hit the first drops - and God be the legs! It only flew into the hut - the heavy sky broke off with a thunderstorm, he gasped - it was jammed, cracked terribly, the green thickets bent, groaned, the branches howled and the heaven would overturn with terrible water! But it was poured a bit, sprinkled the earth, refreshed the grass and flew away with a wet wind to the far side ... And in the morning, when the window was still gray, soon on the mowing - summer adjusted the grass and now to mow at the very way: the grows were the great! "
Already this excerpt from the story "Elixir of Life" gives an idea of Vagram Kevorkov as a subtle stylist, with all his soul a feeling of a wonderful element of the Russian word (From the article, critic Emil Sokolsky "Vagram Kevorkov radiates good", magazine "Our street")
Author:
Author:Кеворков Ваграм Борисович
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Science & Math
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-00095-098-2
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