On the line of fire. Perev-Reverte A.

1938, the Civil War in Spain. For ten days, Republicans and Francists beat each other's town of Castelitut del Sugra, which has no special strategic importance. Intebrigans and phalangists, militias and “red berets”, men and women, those who have gone to fight by conviction, and those who were taken into the army against the will, brave and panties, those who have nothing to lose, and those who have, where there is, where are there, where Return, - thousands of people who are united by a lot, and only the front line shares, fight each other and die, not always remembering, for which, until the last moment, not desperately wanting to die. This is a war-and it gradually devours everyone.

“At some point you understand,” says Arturo Perezherte, “that there is no good and evil in the civil war-there is only a fight of one horror with another.” “On the Fire Line” is a novel about a real war where there is no heroism, but there is only naked, to the skeleton, rejoiced and sometimes heroic humanity and relentless fear of death. In this grandiose epic, real evidence is intertwined with a literary fiction, and from the small stories of many people a colossal piercing picture is made up in which it is impossible to choose on whose side you are, because on both sides there are just people, and “the most vile - that the enemy is calling for the mother In your own language. ”

for the first time in Russian!