Alexander Olshansky

About a man is judged by its relation to animals and animals in relation to it. For writers often personify animals and human characters purely human problems. This is common for the writer's Alexander Olshansky, whose website has a section "On our smaller brethren." Here's the famous story of "Rex" on the border dog, written with such certainty that at the time the magazine "Young Naturalist" published it in the column "Notes of a Naturalist." The total circulation of this story long ago exceeded 3.5 million copies, it has created a kind of "reksianu." But the story-a parable, and in the work of Olshansky animals are parable nature of extraordinary fidelity Rex has another plan – the theme of loyalty, loss of individuality, freedom of his will. And such people can be trained to. Story 'Portosik' on a pretty cat-thief shkodnichaet that wherever we can, but educational measures it did not act. The story was written when the author was in his twenties, and the product of inherent doubts about the effectiveness of education, when it concerns the nature of being. "Whist, Pass, minuscule …" – the story of our irresponsible game with nature, the tragic fate of a draw stray dog Vaska, who all his life searching for the Boss. It is written in the Soviet period and the idea that everything in this world you want to host, that no man leads to ruin, was the idea of necessity in a country of private property.

The story "In good hands," continues the theme of the relationship of man and animals, but about perverted form of love for our younger brothers when she did not esteem the suffering of humans compared with animals, but it enslaves themselves and pets. "The Tale of Berdyansk goby" – the story-alert danger to all living our irresponsible attitude toward nature. But it's also a story about us, too gullible, not pecking for food, but just the idea of food … "lucky thing" – multi-dimensional story, but central to it is driven into mortal combat between the bear-rod and driven into the injustices of life. The winner is the person, but he is least like the winner. On animals it comes in other works.

Story "The death of Tamara" has become a cult in the homeland of a writer who is proud of the fact that the number of "Roman-gazeta", where it was published, in raisins stolen from mailboxes. Tamara called his mare Izyumsky kerosinschik tale, and it was the last horse in the city. In the "Cheeky Obezyanke" image appears as though the animal as a model for the future of smart, beautiful and intelligent woman, it's hard going to break with her husband, a nonentity. In the short novel "Before and After the first star, "an episode with an impressive celebration of the birthday of beloved dog" new Russian "on the background of the hungry young rural teachers. These works, like the creation of original talent of the writer, dictated by the search for harmony between man and nature, with ourselves, with past and future, space and everyday concerns – a sort of philosopher's stone, which Ol'shanskii, figuratively speaking, gained after almost half a century intense creative activity.

Anatoly Filin

Refracted through the prism of the rainbow ray pierces the mind and cloud droplets of ephemeral desires Vyleplivayut face. COAST YOUTH Where the rock in the waves of hair weave – Whether sob, then eh sing, Hem Neptune foam sheathe, Where swallows' nests Between the mirrors are lit palaces twin – There's heaven on earth, but there's about something they do not know. Rip apples, live and die. Famed able perpetual bloom – in the molten glow of bliss. With dense pine ridges dormant gloss and slides down to stone in Dumas.

Dress magnolia, palm umbrellas grooms Hides, with cloud fallen, and wax. And the waves splashed monotonously As tantalizing phone call, absorbing and wisdom and impersonal, and pages of the Kings survived, all the salt confusions Only by expanding the nature of preserving wilderness. Where on the cross roads Whether the prologue, the epilogue eh: grin on rocks lies in puff snake; Where there is no beginning or end, no middle and persecuted wanderer dreams before his death – there youth spent in the way of me. In SURROUNDINGS Vorontsov not this an old man strayed here from the white schools in exchange alluring beauties on the pigeon gave polukrik? Whose foot is on the path trod, Whose glistening tear on the grass, the roses were given to whom, whose arms sting splinters? Were not you the one stray wanderer, who found shelter here exile himself and built a house vault when drunk to the bottom of separation with the loss of faith.