One of the most favorite characters of the authors of saint stories is a boy or girl, often frozen and hungry, who manages to meet their benefactor on earth or already in heaven, like the hero of Dostoevsky's \u201cThe Boy at Christ's Christmas Tree\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The heroine of Riva Yevstifeeva's two documentary novels is also associated with these characters. Riva Yevstifeeva is a philologist who has been working in Europe for the last fifteen years and now lives in France.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cInternat Stories\u201d is a collection of autobiographical stories about the boarding school childhood, where the heroine fell in the first grade.<\/strong> \u201cMotherless\u201d is about a school youth and a human rights activist mother who was not very clear about what to do with her daughter, except to put her in a boarding school. It's a dilemma with a through heroine. In fact, it is one book in two parts. And I have to admit, this is one of the saddest, poignant and purely sung books I've had the pleasure of reading in the last many, many years. Of those that you take in your hands - and you can not tear yourself away, but not because you are fascinated by the \u201chero's arch\u201d and exciting construction, but because every scene and detail described here turns out to be goosebumps familiar, experienced by you too. At least, by those who lived their childhood in the USSR. They went to a Soviet kindergarten, to a Soviet school, not necessarily a boarding school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The right of the strong, the animal laws of the children's collective, the complete powerlessness and helplessness of children in front of their elders, poverty, beatings by tutors, teachers, classmates - all this heroine \u201cInternatskie stories\u201d was full of bread. And, probably, would not have survived if she had not possessed two superpowers - Riva unusually expressive read aloud and could move silently. That saved her: it was fun with her - boarding school students demanded that after bedtime she read them stolen from parents books, solid, by the way, pornographic, and when it became hungry, sneaked together with the same girl at night in the dining room for pieces of bread, accidentally fallen behind the radiator: \u201cfor every night hike we found at least two crusts with only a little bit eaten middle, and sometimes we were lucky and more - there were completely whole, untouched pieces. But there were also failures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n