Ольга Битюкова - Марианна Вехова - Бумажные маки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

...The poppies were just like real ones. But the sun never warmed them, bees never climbed into them, dew never fell on them. But the tears were real... This book was written by an adult about his disabled childhood, in an attempt to understand the deep meaning of suffering. There is suffering, and no one manages to avoid it in their life, no matter how prosperous and serene it may seem. A book about the soul, about its path, about hardships and victories...

Marianna Vekhova is a writer of amazing destiny. Born in the difficult and terrible year of 1938. Wartime childhood, the bitterness of loss, the horrors of hunger and disease. Marianne was destined to experience an orphan's share in the most difficult times - the war years. Her father went to the front, and a four-year-old girl found herself evacuated beyond the Urals in a remote village. Then spinal tuberculosis and long months, years of lying motionless in a plaster tray. Books saved. A neighbor let me look at the pictures in a brand new primer. And the girl suddenly began to read the words - her father’s lessons in her pre-war childhood were not in vain. An activity appeared - reading, which now occupied all the time. Hence the love for saving books, for words, for reflection. Marianna says about herself: “Perhaps I am one of those people who can accumulate experience and develop their own system of values ​​only through suffering and deprivation. Not a single brick can be removed from the building of fate. The building will collapse...” Marianna started writing when she worked at the Malysh publishing house, edited other people’s texts, and once heard from a venerable author that “a person who has such a keen sense of the word cannot help but write.” She has published several children's books and completed screenwriting courses. This is how the author Marianna Vekhova was born.