The story "Time is always good", the authors of which are Andrei Zhvalevsky and Evgenia Pasternak, will be of interest to both young and adult readers. Children will see in it a fascinating story about time travel, adults will be able to see something deeper. Of course, you should understand that this is a fantastic work, so not everything here coincides with reality. Especially since modern world it was quite difficult for writers to reflect, because the book was written in 2007. To a greater extent, it is worth paying attention to the idea of \u200b\u200bthe writers, which they managed to display well in this book.
The main characters of the story are ordinary children Olya and Vitya. They love to have fun, they go to school, they have friends, joys and sorrows happen in their lives. They have so much in common, like all children, but there is a big difference between them - the time in which they live. Vitya lives in 1980, and Olya lives in 2018. Almost forty years between the childhood of Olya and Vitya.
One day, something unusual happens. In a dream, they change places. Now Olya lives in 1980, and Vitya in 2018. And here the real adventures begin, because the children are not used to the world in which they find themselves. Olya does not understand how you can live like this, what is happening around. Yes, and Vitya was confused by the fuss in which he found himself. So what's the best time? Is it better to play outside or sit at the computer? When can you find real friends? What time is more fun? How have people changed in 40 years? Or maybe it's not about time at all? Maybe the person himself, his perception and attitude to life is much more important?
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Andrei Zhvalevsky, Evgenia Pasternak
Time is always good
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I've read it. Just super! Honestly, it was impossible to break away!
Here you know how to squeeze a tear out of the reader. I don’t understand why, but, reading the ending, I sat and squelched my nose.
The idea is class! And the absence / presence of books, and the division into a column, and the beating of the heart, and "eye to eye" - it's so vital. Great.
I read it in one breath. Let's drink, so to speak. Very good.
I was shamelessly late for training (it was impossible to break away), so I unsubscribe immediately, in hot pursuit, so to speak. Interesting and dynamic! Tears welled up not only at the end. In the place where Olya and Zhenya hold hands in the middle of the class. Well, a couple of times closer to the denouement.
Tightening became approximately closer to a third of the book and further on the rise, that is, everything is fine with dynamism. It is easy to read, and tears out where necessary, and you often giggle. I didn’t bother with the time continuum at all, even there were no questions. It's a convention, that's all. Overall, great idea and execution!
Zhenya P., Andrey Zh. How did you, adults, manage to write about us children in such a way that it was interesting for us to read it?
I woke up from a joyful “coo-ka-re-ku” and turned off the alarm clock on the comedian. I got up, wandered to the kitchen, turned on the computer on the way. There is still an hour before the first lesson, it is quite possible to see what was written on the forum overnight.
While the computer was loading, I managed to pour myself a cup of tea and listen to the standard from my mother:
- Olya, where did you go, eat like a man at the table for once.
“Yeah,” I muttered, grabbing a sandwich and heading to the monitor.
I went to the school forum. As usual, the Internet lived a busy life at night. Big Ape had another fight with Bird. We argued for a long time, until two in the morning. Here people are lucky, no one drives them to sleep.
- Olya, you're leaving in half an hour, and you're still in your pajamas!
I angrily looked up from the computer and went to get dressed. I really didn't want to drag myself to school, especially since the first lesson was scheduled for a math test. This test has not yet been written by any class, so the tasks did not appear on the forum, and last year's ones were too lazy to look in the archive. Then fizra, history and only one decent lesson - OKG. Yes, and what they teach us there! Print? The school curriculum has not changed for ten years! Ha! Yes, now any normal student will type the text faster than he will speak.
While I was getting dressed, I still read yesterday's forum swearing. And then the eye suddenly caught on the fact that in the box, it turns out, there is a personal message. I opened it and ... my heart began to beat often, often. From Hawk...
The message was short. "Hey! Do you have a boyfriend?" But my hands were shaking. The hawk visited the forum rarely, but aptly. Sometimes, as soon as he writes something, as he jokes, everyone runs to read. And once he even wrote his own poems. The hawk is just a dream of all girls. In PM, they often only discussed what the Hawk would write new. And most importantly, no one, no one knew who he really was.
What Hawk wrote to me, Titmouse, it was just like a bolt from the blue.
Olya, are you going to school?
Oh, and why just go somewhere, if here it is, real life. Now I would sit down, calmly come up with an answer, write. And then find out his ICQ number and chat, chat at night ... I already closed my eyes with happiness. And then she took the briefcase and sullenly trudged to the door.
The fourth quarter is the coolest. Before the summer holidays there is quite a bit, some one and a half months. And most importantly - before summing up the annual marks. I love April very much, and even more - the end of May. A couple more tests, collecting diaries ... and you open the last page, and there - solid, well-deserved fives. And a commendation sheet in the load ...
No, I'm not asking, but it's nice all the same. To be honest, when I was called to the head teacher, I had no doubt that I would hear something pleasant. And when I entered and saw the senior Pioneer leader in the office, I decided that this pleasant thing would be connected with my position in the detachment. Maybe they will introduce squads to the council? It would be great!
But I only guessed halfway.
“Sit down, Vitya,” Tamara Vasilievna, our head teacher, nicknamed Vassa, said sternly, “Tanya and I are talking to you as to the chairman of the detachment’s council!”
I sat down, automatically thinking: “There is no need for a comma before “how”, because here it means “as”.
Tanechka and Vassa looked at me sternly. Now it was clear that we were talking about some important, but not very pleasant business. Perhaps, about an unscheduled collection of scrap metal in honor of the opening of a new Komsomol construction site.
“Do you remember, Vitya,” the head teacher continued, “Zhenya Arkhipov brought Easter cake to school on Monday?”
I was surprised. Some unexpected question.
- Bulku? I clarified.
- Kulich! - Tanechka corrected me in such a nasty voice that it became clear that this was the whole point of the Easter cake.
– What are you nodding? Tanechka suddenly hissed. - No language?
It didn't look like a leader. Usually she spoke to me in a friendly and even respectful way. Not like with everyone else. I hastily said:
- I remember how Arkhipov brought a bun ... Easter cake!
- Tanechka! No need to shout at Vitya, - Vassa tried to speak softer, but she did not succeed well.
“It’s not his fault,” the head teacher continued.
I stopped thinking at all. What is to blame? Why didn't we eat this bun ... Easter cake in the dining room?
“But this is blatant…” Tanechka began, but Vassa did not let her finish.
“Victor,” she said in her usual commanding voice, “please tell us how it all happened.
I told everything honestly. How Zhenya brought a bun, how he treated everyone, how everyone ate. And even Irka Voronko treated, although they had a fight before that. And he treated me. The bun was delicious, sweet, just a little dry. Everything.
– And what were you talking about? the pioneer leader asked threateningly.
“I don’t remember,” I admitted frankly, after thinking.
“You were talking about Arkhipov’s grandmother,” Vassa told me.
- Yes! Exactly! - I was glad that I remembered the right thing. - He said that she baked a bun!
Two pairs of eyes glared at me.
“And why did she bake this… this bun, do you remember?” – the head teacher's voice sounded insinuating.
I remembered. I got hot. Now I understand why I was called.
“Uuuu…” I started. “Just like that… It seems…
- Here! - the senior pioneer leader raised her finger incriminatingly. - That's a pernicious influence! Vitya! You never lied! You're the chairman of the squad's council! Excellent student! Your dad is a party worker!
I got really bad. For the first time in my life, I actually lied to my senior comrades. But I didn't want to tell the truth. So I decided to keep quiet.
“Oh, Victor, Victor…” Vassa shook her head. Is this what I taught you? Is this what the pioneer heroes did? Did Pavlik Morozov, whose name our team bears, act like that?
The head teacher looked sternly at the counselor, and she broke off. Apparently, now was not the time to remember past merits. I looked at the floor and felt the hot color flood my cheeks.
We were silent for a bit, and every second I was getting hotter.
“So,” Vassa rasped softly, “do you remember why Grandma Arkhipova baked Easter cake?”
I didn't move. It was like tetanus attacked me.
“Okay,” the head teacher sighed, “I’ll have to remind you. Grandma Arkhipova baked this Easter cake ... Easter cake. to the religious holiday "Easter".
Time travel. This topic is certainly not new, but nevertheless, every book on this topic is interesting and curious to me. That's why I succumbed to the temptation and took a children's book by contemporary Russian authors. And, to be honest, it was quite good, although it is still far from ideal.
The idea of the story is as simple as five kopecks - the boy Vitya lives for himself in 1980, and the girl Olya lives in 2018, each with his own life, with his own joys, sorrows and problems. And then... they suddenly switched places. And now Olya and Vita will have to re-learn how to live in a miracle time.
The first thing that catches your eye when reading is exaggeration. On one scale - 1980. Soviet Union, pioneers and ... a scandal over faith in God. Of course, I did not find these times, but somehow I never heard that in these years a child was attacked for an unfortunate Easter cake. But although that worries me less. But 2018 .. Yes, the book was written eight years ago, but ... Did the writers really think that over the years children would forget how to read and write, and would only be able to press the keys while chatting on the forums. And the term "comedian" instead of the phone. And where did they come up with it. However, let's leave the comedian alone, what's worse is that the children are presented as some terribly primitive from a social point of view, and do not know how to talk to each other! And it seems, yes, it looks like our world, where children with kindergarten they have smartphones, but no one has canceled personal communication for them. In short, it was a miscalculation.
Well, okay, now about the interesting. Namely, how children settled in someone else's life. And here, I must say that Olya was much more interesting to me. Her childish-modern take on the drab and boring Union very accurately describes my view of the time, age-adjusted of course. She became that ray of light that at least a little illuminated the anguish of the reality of pioneers and sneaks. It is clear that she could not break the system, but still it was cool. But Vitya took root easily and quickly, although it was not easy to knock the Soviet "nonsense" out of his head. And it's easier to get used to computers, bright clothes and high-speed cars than to their absence. And the skills of live communication will only benefit. In general, the experiment, if you can call it that, was a success.
And now about the bad, or rather about what was missing. And first of all, “justify” is lame here - it’s clear how the children switched places on the external level, but it’s not clear how it happened on the physical level. It is good, of course, that scientists with time machines were not stuck here, but at least some explanations could be added. Well, let's write off the fact that the book is for children. And yet, the denouement with a woman Any. No, beautiful of course, but somehow unrealistic in general, far-fetched, or something.
If we talk about the book as a whole, then it left a positive impression. Easy to read main idea clear and understandable, although I do not entirely agree with it. It's really nice to know that there are still good contemporary children's writers out there.
A. Zhvalevsky, E. Pasternak
Time is always good
Feedback from test readers from LiveJournal
I've read it. Just super! Honestly, it was impossible to break away!
Here you know how to squeeze a tear out of the reader. I don’t understand why, but, reading the ending, I sat and squelched my nose.
Idea - class! And the absence / presence of books, and the division into a column, and the beating of the heart, and "eye to eye" - so vital. Great.
I read it in one breath. Let's drink, so to speak. Very good!!!
I was shamelessly late for training (it was impossible to break away), so I unsubscribe immediately, in hot pursuit, so to speak. Interesting and dynamic! Tears welled up not only at the end. In the place where Olya and Zhenya hold hands in the middle of the class. Well, a couple of times closer to the denouement.
Tightening became approximately closer to a third of the book and further on the rise, that is, everything is fine with dynamism. It is easy to read, and tears out where necessary, and you often giggle. I didn’t bother with the time continuum at all, even there were no questions. It's a convention, that's all. Overall, great idea and execution!
Zhenya P., Andrey Zh. How did you, adults, manage to write about us children in such a way that it was interesting for us to read it?
I woke up from a joyful “coo-ka-re-ku” and turned off the alarm clock on the comedian. I got up, wandered to the kitchen, turned on the computer on the way. There is still an hour before the first lesson, it is quite possible to see what was written on the forum overnight.
While the computer was loading, I managed to pour myself a cup of tea and listen to the standard from my mother:
Olya, where did you go, eat like a man at the table for once.
Yeah, - I muttered, pulled off a sandwich and went to the monitor.
I went to the school forum. As usual, the Internet lived a busy life at night. Big Ape had another fight with Bird. We argued for a long time, until two in the morning. Here people are lucky, no one drives them to sleep.
Olya, you're leaving in half an hour, and you're still in your pajamas!
Well right now...
I angrily looked up from the computer and went to get dressed. I really didn't want to drag myself to school, especially since the first lesson was scheduled for a math test. This test has not yet been written by any class, so the tasks did not appear on the forum, and last year's ones were too lazy to look in the archive. Then fizra, history and only one decent lesson - OKG. Yes, and what they teach us there! Print? The school curriculum has not changed for ten years! Ha! Yes, now any normal student will type the text faster than he will speak.
While I was getting dressed, I still read yesterday's forum swearing. And then the eye suddenly caught on the fact that in the box, it turns out, there is a personal message. I opened it and ... my heart began to beat often, often. From Hawk...
The message was short. "Hey! Do you have a boyfriend?" But my hands are shaking. The hawk visited the forum rarely, but aptly. Sometimes, as soon as he writes something, as he jokes, everyone runs to read. And once he even wrote his own poems. The hawk is just a dream of all girls. In PM, they often only discussed what the Hawk would write new. And most importantly, no one, no one knew who he really was.
What Hawk wrote to me, Titmouse, it was just like a bolt from the blue.
Olya, are you going to school?
Oh, and why just go somewhere, if here it is, real life. Now I would sit down, calmly come up with an answer, write. And then find out his ICQ number and chat, chat at night ... I already closed my eyes with happiness. And then she took the briefcase and sullenly trudged to the door.
The fourth quarter is the coolest. Before the summer holidays there is quite a bit, some one and a half months. And most importantly - before summing up the annual marks. I love April very much, and even more - the end of May. A couple more tests, collecting diaries ... and you open the last page, and there - solid, well-deserved fives. And a commendation sheet in the load ...
No, I'm not asking, but it's nice all the same. To be honest, when I was called to the head teacher, I had no doubt that I would hear something pleasant. And when I entered and saw the senior Pioneer leader in the office, I decided that this pleasant thing would be connected with my position in the detachment. Maybe they will introduce squads to the council? It would be great!
What do I think of this book?
I will answer the question with difficulty. But I'll start by comparing the two times that it describes.
Now it is not clear to many: how in 1980 people lived without computers and mobile phones, stood in line for 2 hours for groceries and could not go on vacation abroad.
And the people who lived then, in the middle of the 20th century, also could not imagine how this could be: in a leading position, but not a member of the party, but had no idea about the pioneers and the Komsomol.
But every time has its advantages
Now you do not need to travel all over Moscow to find the right store, but you just need to type in its name in an Internet search engine and find out how to get to it. There are no scarce goods in stores, and if you want to spend a vacation at a resort, then you just go to a travel agency and buy a ticket at a time when it suits you.
In Soviet times, all this was not, but no one regretted it. At that time, face-to-face communication was well developed, people read more, and children, instead of sitting and wasting time at the computer, played in the yard.
But if there are pluses, there are also minuses.
If you look at some of the guys now, you might be surprised or even horrified: skinny, the shades of spring salad themselves, they only speak terms from online games, and, worst of all, they have no imagination! If you ask one such “green”, what are his grades for essays on a free theme, then he hesitates and says: “The teacher does not like what I write about games. Uh-uh ... ah, what else to write about? Uh-uh ... And to be honest, 2 or 3 "
In 1980, this was not the case, but if you bring something to school that even remotely resembles an Easter cake or a colored egg, then you were expelled from the pioneers, or even from the school altogether.
The book is written in the form of a narrative, which is alternately led by two people: the girl Olya from 2018 and the boy Vitya from 1980. At some point, both of them fall ill with something and change times in a dream. Waking up, both are dumbfounded (of course, fell asleep in 1980 (2018), and woke up 38 years ahead (back), in 2018 (1980)). But then everyone slowly settles in and no longer wants to return to their own time. Only in order to act at a certain time, you need to find out as much as possible about it. So Olya said everything she had to, then fix everything. Vitya, on the contrary, behaved very cautiously, but then he got into a conversation and began to train the entire parallel of classes for oral exams, and then the whole school.
In the book, along with very funny moments, there are episodes in which you want to cry. For example, the scene when the parents reprimanded the girl for going against the opinion of society, or when the boy Zhenya Arkhipov is expelled from the pioneers.
The book helps us a little to imagine life in the eighties of the twentieth century, to reflect on the prospect of the near (8 years) future.
And I think that we should strive for the future that is described there. For the competition Best Book of the year"
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