I postponed Hosseini Khaled's book “A Thousand Splendid Suns"with a lump in my throat, and to read, I had to calm down ...
Well, it's just impossible to remain indifferent here! I felt all my soul to the heroines of the book. This is the case when it is no longer an important appearance, nationality or religion, when feelings of a person are born in the soul, empathy and when another's pain is given in your heart.
Afghanistan. This one worded in my head is born out of fear of war and crippled fate.
The events of the book take place in far-off Afghanistan, they begin in the Soviet era and end already in the two thousandth.
Before our eyes runs through (this is transferred, because the book is read in one breath) the life of two women whose fates are intertwined.
Difficult life. It's hard to find words to describe this horror of their lives. It becomes embarrassing for their complaints about life. Having a peaceful sky above our heads, freedom of action and speech, we do not always understand how much is given to us!
The book made me think about many things. The book caused me conflicting feelings. Fear and grime of war, disrespect for women, wives and mothers of their children, beating strong men of weak women, forbidding women to speak (the book describes even the time when almost all hospitals were closed to women, and those who did not have in my arsenal practically nothing from drugs and equipment, it shocked me!) — these are the acute moments touched upon by the author of the book.
In the book there is love and love. Great love. Impartial and real. Well, where without it))
When you realize that people really need to go through this, and when you read descriptions of terrible times and trials, it shudders from the body.
The book touched my soul.