Nebo v rukah

Zdes mozhno s polnym pravom napisat: ne vernuvshimsya s poley srazheniy, s zadaniy, s vyletov, iz pohoda. Eto moryaki i pehotintsy, tankisty i artilleristy, sapyory i mnogo, mnogo kto eschyo — voenno-uchyotnyh spetsialnostey v nashih Vooruzhyonnyh silah hvataet. I ne tolko oni. Na voyne gibnut i prostye lyudi, nekombatanty. Tak chto etot roman otnositsya v polnoy mere i k nim. I pust u kazhdogo iz ushedshih budet eschyo odin shans na zhizn. Pust rodnye veryat, chto gde-to tam, v drugom, parallelnom mire prodolzhayut zhit dorogie ih serdtsu lyudi! Neprivetlivoe nebo Severnoy stolitsy Rossiyskoy imperii ostalos pozadi. Vperedi — znoynye prostory Turkestana, rastreskavshayasya ot zharkogo solntsa zemlya i zasnezhennye vershiny Pamira.