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After reading the title of the book, I learned of it allegorically. In portable sense. On hearing the same as AT IMPROVING SAMOM happened to the hapless woman, I experienced a shock.

Every word in this knige-ispovedi cause shivering throughout my body, sometimes forcing zazhmurivat eyes, I was so terrified to read about life Suad.

This fragile little woman lived in a small Arab village, where women were considered inferior animals, which for any misconduct, a word not look to the side, it could brutally kill and thought it would be correct to local laws and called just-CRIME IN THE NAME OF HONOR THE FAMILY .

Books worth reading if only to find out what happens in this world. In Palestine, in Jordan, Turkey, Iran, Iraq, Yemen, in India there were horrific and brutal practices against which no one can go. In these countries, in most parts of the Deaf, in small villages, women live in constant fear. They endured beatings, humiliation just to survive. They are prepared to kill their own daughters only to the husband did not learn of their birth. After all, this is the fault of women, if it fails boy.

To begin with, that I LOVE TRESH. But. What did Mr. Balabanov - chernuha. Chernukha tresh-and the same thing is very different and I hope the difference between the two concepts is clear and very opaque.

I watched the movie after numerous disputes that in times of the USSR could not be this or, conversely, the time in the USSR, it was really dark and bleak that, indeed, and the film reflects.

Well so is it possible? Not only that, Mr. Balabanov added at the end of the film "went in 1984." Living at that time, people have noticed that our long-suffering country has been through a couple years of terror began, as the very notion of Soviet Socialist Republics. The only difference is that it finally collapsed only 91. But that is all the formalities. End of 80-and 90 th year of life-at the junction of times. Indeed gloomy time. Especially close to the 90-m Then God appeared in bad movies, bad written books, articles, made bad stories in the media. Good people veshalis bundles, or just strelyalis came under shalnuyu bullets and bad, zadorno topaya over the bodies, razgrebali path to power, and no money to Get.

Yet the film is not about this time. The film is not at all the time. Balabanov actually setting up viewers simply went chernuhu lifting, which pozaviduyut most horrendous master of the "genre". But not just setting up, and tried to humiliate the people who lived at the time. He toptal in his movie concept of love, friendship, sacred memory of a dead person. Humiliated and mixed with dirt all Afghans that put their lives in war. Like Marquis De Garden, Balabanov picking in the very holy, in the net, poured mud mental and moral values of all the details on what can only cinema. It was a vile and crappy. What he wanted to prove? Maybe it would in any inrush sanatoriums and will be easier, leave VoIP shizofrenichnye fantasy?

After a 14-hour moderate shaking on the bus, where I desperately tried to meet with Morfeem kingdom in his dreams, huddled in the shape of a kalach positions in the embryo, we arrived in Astrakhan. Potyanutaya while skating at the water slide in Sochi on the wrist links nyla miserable night, I vyvernula a poor arm in a perverse manner that it is now no way to avoid swaddling bintikom brush. I felt enormously vigorous, apparently from processes that sleep did not succeed and the entire trip, I feverishly provalivalas in a dark tunnel, where me literally five minutes vyryval regular pitiful on the road or nadtsataya stop at the smoking break. "

The city appeared before me at its full strength. Kalmytskie steppe, but left behind a reminder they are not forced to wait. Most roads that have either the Russian. Sand everywhere, nor exactly where. Dry, obzhigayuschie rays of the sun.

The city is not like me. But if at first I assumed teshila that bleak, dusty, industrial type dormitory area, which opened to me, was the city outskirts, the center saw, finally snikla.

It seemed as if someone designed a city bezalaberny and nevdumchivy. Broad area ridiculous shift in the narrow streets lamprooms poles gruffly kosili curve in the eye of the land, poshatyvayas in the wind. Obsharpannye walls were equally dirty, gray and zamuchennymi-as a pre-revolutionary never renovated buildings, and construction of the houses. It seemed that everything came here in decline even before you see the light. Roads, streets, homes, parks.



Nothing inch my eyes. Sparse vegetation kalmytskih steppes miserable appearance only underscored the city.