A pioneer girl with the Russian army, fifteen-year-old Mucha trudges along the road to her execution. Much more than death, Mucha fears expulsion from the collective in which she plays a real and useful part. The comrades come to her when they need warmth and tenderness and she's happy in this role. (Although someone really should tell the Supreme Soviet that knickers need to be made with better elastic!) During the siege of Leningrad, Mucha takes to the air over her beloved city. She sees Stalin sitting on a red star on top of the Kremlin, smoking his pipe and drinking tea and wondering what further anguish he can inflict on his truly, a tyrant of his time.
Tanara pioniera orfana, este sigura ca ajuta la victoria Armatei Rosii in Blocada de la Leningrad, fiind iubita regimentului. O bucata importanta din istoria Rusie ne este redata de aceasta copila, intr-un mod socant, uneori amuzant, revoltator si trist. Un amestec de trairi care nu ma pot face sa spun exact daca mi-a placut sau nu aceasta carte.
O carte ciudata...un amestec de Henri Miller/Nabokov(Lolita) cu Svetlana Alexievici(Razboiul nu are chip de femeie). Un du-te-vino real-imaginar, un monlog care te face sa razi si sa plangi, te amuza, te socheaza, te scarbeste.