Zakhar Golden Biography

The first work of Ivan Franco, who had read it, and the first book completed in the new year, which I actually decided to devote this author last year, was the year of D. London, with I decided to devote a year to the writer, whom I will mainly read. So simply a love of the author arose from the first book. Is it by chance, but in the year, it seems in November, based on this story, a film will be released!

I hope he will be good! A small retreat of Ivan Franco himself, in the year I decided to read the forbidden book in the post -Soviet space “My Struggle” of the more than a famous author, I will immediately say to read during the study of the Second World War, later I also read the book of R. Balandin about I. Stalin: “Ball around Stalin”. I will not describe the result of conclusions, since this is not about that.

In general, reading “my struggle”, there was a moment when A. Hitler arrived in Vienna, he decided to go to the Reichstag and see how the political machine works and he was indignant in his memoirs, which he heard Slavic speech on the debates of deputies, which was undoubtedly amazing him. What struck me and me, how is it? Austria-Hungary, Reichstag and Slavic speech-who are they?

These Slavs? And I began my own “investigation”, so to call reading and searching on the Internet, a lot of articles were re-read about both Austria-Hungary itself and its famous residents and about Vienna, and about Galicia Galichin, as it turned out to be part of Austria-Hungary, including other Slavic settlements. And then I met a bright representative of Galicia - Ivan Franco. It is interesting that Ivan Franco was engaged in politics, and perhaps A.

Hitler heard among many Slavic voices, the voice of I. Franco, although he knew and wrote in German. So, studying the biography of I. Franko, I reached the moment interesting for me personally: in the territory of the Ivano-Frankivsk region of Galicia, there were 3 kinds-boy, lime and gutsuly now. Franco treated the fighters as T. Shevchenko, I. Kulchinsky, S. And what was interesting for me personally was that I am a resident and citizen of Kazakhstan in the 4th generation, I wear the surname-Boyko.

It turns out I thought, I. Franko, it is very likely that the fellow villager of my great -grandfather, because the names were given both by the place of birth and by the family and by the name of the father, I know that my great -grandfather later, the Party of the Second World War, returned to Kazakhstan, came to Kazakhstan before the revolution, it turned out that during the First World War, my great -grandfather left Galicia and went towards the south.

So it is, it turns out that, having studied history, I recognized my roots, my family and even the possible reasons for leaving my great -grandfather of the land on which I was born. Studying further than the boiler, I came to the conclusion that all the boys are relatives, since in fact in the census in Ukraine, some representatives indicate their nationality as Boyko.

Tobish is a kind of branch from the current Ukrainian basic, I remind you that now I live in Kazakhstan, where some semblance of a division of nationality has been preserved, on the basis of which I can judge the boyfriends. In Kazakhstan there are 3 zhuza clan, senior, medium and younger, and almost all representatives of one Zhuz are distant relatives who have a common ancestor.

From here, Ivan Franco follows, perhaps my distant relative, possibly a fellow villager of my great -grandfather. And now let's return from the retreat to the novel “Zakhar Golden Eagle”, I described it all, only in order to describe most of my verbose feedback to the rare reader, how valuable this story was for me, this is the story of my native “tribe”, how it was my Mongols who met my ancestors-people, and this is great!

Reading the story, I listened, as if in my genes there is a memory of those events I can’t say otherwise. How many details about the political structure, about the life of our ancestors to Rusich. I will end the review with a small passage from the words of Zakhara Berkut: “From one large piece of wood, this whole chain is made, strong and, as it were, closed in itself, but at the same time free in each of its links.

This chain is our Russian people, as it came out of the hands of good, creating spirits. Each link in this chain is a separate community, inextricably, by its very nature, associated with all other communities, but at the same time free and, as it were, closed in itself, living in its own life, which itself satisfies its needs. Only such inseparability and freedom of each individual community makes everything the whole inseparable and free.

Let at least one link bursts, break up - and the whole chain will break up, its unanimous connection will break. And so the decline of free community orders in one community becomes a wound that carries the disease, or even threatens with infection with the whole body of our Holy Rus'. Woe to the community, which will voluntarily become such a wound that does not use all the might and ways to maintain its health.

It would be better to disappear from the face of the earth, fall into the abyss!At one time, I read Zakhara Berkut in a publication purchased in my beloved Lviv Bukinistic store at Armenian. Roman Yakov Orelstein, one of the most significant ascetics of Ukrainian literature of the first half of the last century. This Orenstein owned almost the most popular Lviv bookstore, at the time of revolutionary turmoil left for Germany, where he published modern Ukrainian authors, in the year he fled from the Nazis to Warsaw, in whose ghetto, ten years later, he died with his whole family.

I sometimes think about the fact that if I believe that there is no God, then everyday worries, joys and sorrow like, say, diseases of children, fires or theft, or the death of someone close during the next pogrom or as a result of falling from a horse, or love, which could be quite happy, but became, due to my parents' interventions, because of my low-ending, almost reducing, after all, almost decreasing, after all, For some reason, I am a completely forgotten, inconspicuous lump of pain, for some reason, solid sorrows, but joy, of course, were just as diverse and frequent that all this, experienced by members of some family of Polish or Ukrainian Jews at the end of the age, or in its middle, or a hundred years before that, or their distant ancestors who survived after the invasion of the Khmelnitsky troops, that all that can be presented about these life of these life People seem almost in vain.

Because if I, for example, were not religious, how would I answer, why did these people live? Each of which could be happier and more successful if he showed great will and entrepreneurship, or turned out to be less selected in the means, could be more successful and more successful to marry his daughter, could give free rein to homosexual inclinations, if there were, regardless of whether he suppressed them due to fervor of religiosity, out of a sense of shame or devotion to his relatives.

Property, could break his heart to his father, leaving a family business for the sake of dubious service to the museum, could be baptized, could have been hung, could make peace before his death with his brother, but that he did not make it in reality, no matter what his talents realized and buried in the land, his descendants were exterminated, erased from the face of the earth with the whole world.

Why were they the same as they were, why could they be different, why did they not become? Probably, in order to just live your own joys and sorrows, realize some opportunities and miss others “alone under these empty heaven”- it would be difficult for me to answer differently and difficult to reconcile to this answer. And yet I liked Borislav, although his tongue at that time was too complicated for me, unusual.

However, when reading Zakhara Berkut, saturation with dialectisms, the unusual turnover, the unexpected use of familiar words was one of the main pleasures from reading. In general, I took the work as an ideologically bombarded fantasy, the mentioned Vernivol-Simich spoke out in the spirit that Roman Franco, if it can be called historical, then in relation to the not described events, but to the modern author of the political situation.

Franco uses the scenery of the GO for a sort of anarcho-syndicalist utopia, free unification of conscious citizens into independent, but closely connected by the communities that plow, together they breed livestock, confront the enemy, solve any issue together, not at all in need of princely centralized power, which in the light of the events of recent decades seems to be at times not deprived meaning.

The book makes a good impression and bright, and for the most part monosyllabic-ideal, characters like Miroslava, so favorably different from some boring crybaby from the “black Rada” of Kulish, the limp object of abductions and salvations, the body is elastic, and it goes to the bear with a pungent, and, the Boyarinov’s daughter herself, and in the commoner. Memory falls in love, and throwing machines designes that your archimed.

Especially the author was a successful “mass scenes” of battles and atrocities created by the Mongols. Of course, the pathetic praises of the pre-Christian cult, obviously, was not more related to the authenties of the ancient inhabitants of the Carpathians than the Jedi religion, now the Rodnovers can now not cause longing, however, in those days, pagan romance even worthy people seemed to be something lively and folk.