Chernobyl Prayer
by K
About This Novel
On April 26, 1986, the Chernobyl nuclear power plant exploded in Ukraine under the former Soviet Union. This was one of the most tragic technological tragedies in human history. Tens of thousands of civilians were infected or fatally affected by radioactive materials for a long time; tens of thousands of acres of land were contaminated, and Chernobyl was turned into a ruined city overnight. The famous journalist Alexievich risked nuclear radiation and went deep into the scene of the accident. Over the course of several years, he interviewed hundreds of civilians affected by the nuclear disaster. The author writes these interviews orally, and each page presents cruel and absurd stories. From the narrator's monologue, it is revealed that the pain caused by this disaster still remains in the bodies of the survivors like nuclear radiation.
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To remember or to forget?
When the accident happened at first, no one paid much attention. The villagers curiously admired the blue light on the reactor and the yellow-green water in the puddles after the rain, and went about doing laundry and cooking as usual. Then the army came in armored vehicles, saying "Beck" and "Roentgen", driving the frightened people out, blocking the village, shooting animals, knocking down the houses, and then transporting them to the "cemetery" for burial. No one knew what a nuclear leak meant. Countless workers and soldiers were called to clean up the radiation area. They had no protective clothing, no masks, and even the entire company did not have a detector. They wore rubber gloves and stood on the reactor with bare hands. The radiation exceeded their tolerance by a hundred times. The first firefighters to fight the fire died within a few months. Those who were lucky enough to survive were all infected with severe radiation sickness. They were awarded a certificate and received three to six times more salary, and then remained silent until their death at the request of the authorities. The broadcast was calm as usual, announcing that "everything is under control" and that it was a capitalist conspiracy in an attempt to undermine the victory of socialism. It still called on everyone to actively participate in the May Day celebrations. Officials "are more afraid of the anger of their superiors than they are afraid of atoms. Everyone is waiting for a call, waiting for instructions, but they do nothing themselves, afraid of taking personal responsibility." Reporters and photographers have their hands gagged. They cannot write about the amount of radiation, and they cannot take photos of the reactor. They can only write about good things, not bad things, and cannot write about incomprehensible things. "It's a mixture of prison and kindergarten - that's Soviet socialism." People are gradually becoming numb. "Not only are the authorities deceiving us, but we ourselves don't want to know the truth." The people of Chernobyl were in a vacuum: they lost their homes and relatives, were moved around like troublesome furniture, no one told them what was happening but they were constantly forbidden from doing anything. The accident destroyed not only the land and water, but also their hearts and lives. They were suddenly noticed by the whole world, and then suddenly forgotten by the whole world. They were at a loss what to do and wandered this land in despair. Sometimes it is impossible to define whether the accident is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. We use technology to catch God's beard, and then God smiles, and trouble begins. The accident turned the farmers into philosophers, swinging between atheism and theism. More people wanted it to be a dream, and when they woke up, everything was as usual, with only helplessness and sadness coming real. Half a century has passed. Have we learned any lessons from it? Look at what's happening in the world, has time bitten its tail? We keep repeating history and never tire of it: the same accidents, the same treatments, the same feelings. I have to admit that humans are actually more forgetful than goldfish. We don't remember to eat or even eat. So, what to do: remember or forget?
Chernobyl is a nightmare for mankind and should be prayed for.
It's just a sacrifice to a certain system.
I read this book accidentally, and the feeling it gave me was fear, boundless fear. Then there is sadness, for those heroes who died, for those people and other creatures who are still suffering from this. Finally, worry about the future, which has been abandoned by the world! What does the future hold? What will happen to human development? I hope that the word self-destruction will not be used in the development of mankind! ! !
Silence after tears
I cry every time I watch it. I feel sorry for the firefighter couple. I regret that the woman was not with him when the man passed away. There is a long silence after the tears.
A very good book, very true, very cruel, quite shocking
A masterpiece that shocks the depths of the soul
I really didn't understand
I really want to see it, but why can't I open it?
Where are the books?
I just read a few chapters, and then I browsed Moments and couldn't read it anymore?
I can't understand it...
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Official(11)Scraped 4d ago
To remember or to forget?
When the accident happened at first, no one paid much attention. The villagers curiously admired the blue light on the reactor and the yellow-green water in the puddles after the rain, and went about doing laundry and cooking as usual. Then the army came in armored vehicles, saying "Beck" and "Roentgen", driving the frightened people out, blocking the village, shooting animals, knocking down the houses, and then transporting them to the "cemetery" for burial. No one knew what a nuclear leak meant. Countless workers and soldiers were called to clean up the radiation area. They had no protective clothing, no masks, and even the entire company did not have a detector. They wore rubber gloves and stood on the reactor with bare hands. The radiation exceeded their tolerance by a hundred times. The first firefighters to fight the fire died within a few months. Those who were lucky enough to survive were all infected with severe radiation sickness. They were awarded a certificate and received three to six times more salary, and then remained silent until their death at the request of the authorities. The broadcast was calm as usual, announcing that "everything is under control" and that it was a capitalist conspiracy in an attempt to undermine the victory of socialism. It still called on everyone to actively participate in the May Day celebrations. Officials "are more afraid of the anger of their superiors than they are afraid of atoms. Everyone is waiting for a call, waiting for instructions, but they do nothing themselves, afraid of taking personal responsibility." Reporters and photographers have their hands gagged. They cannot write about the amount of radiation, and they cannot take photos of the reactor. They can only write about good things, not bad things, and cannot write about incomprehensible things. "It's a mixture of prison and kindergarten - that's Soviet socialism." People are gradually becoming numb. "Not only are the authorities deceiving us, but we ourselves don't want to know the truth." The people of Chernobyl were in a vacuum: they lost their homes and relatives, were moved around like troublesome furniture, no one told them what was happening but they were constantly forbidden from doing anything. The accident destroyed not only the land and water, but also their hearts and lives. They were suddenly noticed by the whole world, and then suddenly forgotten by the whole world. They were at a loss what to do and wandered this land in despair. Sometimes it is impossible to define whether the accident is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. We use technology to catch God's beard, and then God smiles, and trouble begins. The accident turned the farmers into philosophers, swinging between atheism and theism. More people wanted it to be a dream, and when they woke up, everything was as usual, with only helplessness and sadness coming real. Half a century has passed. Have we learned any lessons from it? Look at what's happening in the world, has time bitten its tail? We keep repeating history and never tire of it: the same accidents, the same treatments, the same feelings. I have to admit that humans are actually more forgetful than goldfish. We don't remember to eat or even eat. So, what to do: remember or forget?
Chernobyl is a nightmare for mankind and should be prayed for.
It's just a sacrifice to a certain system.
I read this book accidentally, and the feeling it gave me was fear, boundless fear. Then there is sadness, for those heroes who died, for those people and other creatures who are still suffering from this. Finally, worry about the future, which has been abandoned by the world! What does the future hold? What will happen to human development? I hope that the word self-destruction will not be used in the development of mankind! ! !
Silence after tears
I cry every time I watch it. I feel sorry for the firefighter couple. I regret that the woman was not with him when the man passed away. There is a long silence after the tears.
A very good book, very true, very cruel, quite shocking
A masterpiece that shocks the depths of the soul
I really didn't understand
I really want to see it, but why can't I open it?
Where are the books?
I just read a few chapters, and then I browsed Moments and couldn't read it anymore?
I can't understand it...
