Romance on the western front without change. All Quiet on the Western Front - Erich Remarque

We suggest that you familiarize yourself with what was written in 1929, read its summary. "On Western front without change" - this is the name of the novel we are interested in. The author of the work is Remarque. The photo of the writer is presented below.

The summary begins with the following events. "All Quiet on the Western Front" tells the story of the height of the First World War. Germany is already fighting against Russia, France, America and England. Paul Boiler, the narrator in the work, introduces his fellow soldiers. These are fishermen, peasants, artisans, schoolchildren of various ages.

Rota is resting after the battle

About the soldiers of one company is told in the novel. Omitting the details, we have compiled a summary. "All Quiet on the Western Front" is a work that describes mainly a company, which included the main characters - former classmates. She has already lost almost half of her composition. The company is resting 9 km from the front line after meeting with the British guns - "meat grinders". Soldiers get double portions of smoke and food due to losses during shelling. They smoke, eat, sleep and play cards to their fill. Paul, Kropp and Müller head to their wounded classmate. These soldiers ended up in one company of four, persuaded by the class teacher Kantorek, his "heartfelt voice."

How Joseph Bem was killed

Josef Bem, the hero of the work “All Quiet on the Western Front” (we describe a summary), did not want to go to war, but, fearing a refusal to cut off all paths for himself, signed up, like others, as a volunteer. He was one of the first to be killed. He could not find shelter because of the injuries he had received in the eyes. The soldier lost his bearings and was eventually shot dead. Kantorek, a former mentor of soldiers, sends his regards in a letter to Kropp, calling his comrades "iron guys". So many Kantoreks fool young people.

Death of Kimmerich

Kimmerich, another classmate of his, was found by his comrades with an amputated leg. His mother asked Paul to look after him, because Franz Kimmerich is "quite a child." But how can this be done on the front line? One glance at Kimmerich is enough to understand that this soldier is hopeless. While he was unconscious, someone stole his favorite watch, received as a gift. There were, however, good leather knee-length English boots, which Franz no longer needed. Kimmerich dies in front of his comrades. The soldiers, overwhelmed by this, return with Franz's boots to the barracks. Kropp has a temper tantrum along the way. After reading the novel, which is based on a summary ("All Quiet on the Western Front"), you will learn the details of these and other events.

Replenishment of the company with recruits

Arriving at the barracks, the soldiers see that there has been a replenishment of recruits. The living replaced the dead. One of the new arrivals says that they ate nothing but rutabagas. Kat (the getter Katchinsky) feeds the guy with beans and meat. Your own version of how to conduct fighting suggests Kropp. Let the generals fight themselves, and the one who has won his country will declare that he has won the war. And it turns out that others are fighting for them, those who do not need the war at all, who did not start it.

The company, replenished with recruits, goes to the front line for sapper work. The experienced Kath, one of the main characters of the novel All Quiet on the Western Front, teaches recruits (the summary only briefly introduces readers to him). He explains to recruits how to recognize bursts and shots and bury themselves from them. He assumes, having listened to the "rumble of the front", that they will be given a light at night.

Reflecting on the behavior of the soldiers on the front line, Paul says that they are all connected instinctively to their land. You want to squeeze into it when shells whistle over your head. The earth appears to the soldier as a reliable intercessor, he confides his pain and fear to her with a cry and a groan, and she accepts them. She is his mother, brother, only Friend.

night shelling

As Kat thought, the shelling was very dense. Exploding chemical shells are heard. Metal rattles and gongs announce: "Gas, gas!" One hope for the soldiers is the tightness of the mask. All funnels are filled with "soft jellyfish". We need to get up, but there is shelling going on.

Comrades count how many people from their class are left alive. 7 killed, 1 in a lunatic asylum, 4 wounded - 8 in total. Respite. A wax lid is attached over the candle. Lice are thrown there. Soldiers reflect on this occupation about what each of them would do if there was no war. The former postman, and now the main tormentor of the guys at the Himmelshtos exercises, arrives at the unit. Everyone has a grudge against him, but the comrades have not yet decided how to take revenge on him.

The fighting continues

Preparations for the offensive are further described in All Quiet on the Western Front. Remarque paints the following picture: coffins smelling of tar are stacked in 2 tiers near the school. Corpse rats have bred in the trenches, and they cannot be dealt with. Unable to deliver food to soldiers due to shelling. One of the recruits has a seizure. He wants to jump out of the dugout. The French attack, and the soldiers are pushed back to the reserve line. After a counterattack, they return with trophies, which are booze and canned food. There are constant shellings from both sides. The dead are placed in a large funnel. They lie here already in 3 layers. All the living are stupefied and exhausted. Himmelstos is hiding in a trench. Paul forces him to attack.

Only 32 people remained from the company, which consisted of 150 soldiers. They are taken to the rear further than before. The soldiers smooth out the nightmares of the front with irony. It helps to avoid confusion.

Paul goes home

In the office where Paul was called, they give him travel documents and a certificate of leave. He looks with excitement from the window of his car "border pillars" of youth. Finally, here is his house. Paul's mother is sick. Demonstrating feelings is not accepted in their family, and the words of the mother "my dear boy" speak volumes. The father wants to show his friends his son in uniform, but Paul does not want to talk about the war with anyone. The soldier longs for solitude and finds it with a mug of beer in quiet corners of local restaurants or in his own room, where the situation is familiar to him to the smallest detail. He is invited to the beer hall by a German teacher. Here, patriotic teachers, acquaintances of Paul, bravo talk about how to "beat the Frenchman." Paul is treated to cigars and beer, while plans are made to capture Belgium, large areas of Russia and the coal regions of France. Paul goes to the barracks, where the soldiers were drilled 2 years ago. Mittelshted, his classmate, who was sent here from the infirmary, breaks the news that Kantorek has been taken into the militias. According to his own scheme, a regular military man drills a class mentor.

Paul - main character All Quiet on the Western Front. Remarque writes about him further that the guy goes to Kimmerich's mother and tells her about the instant death of her son from a wound in the heart. The woman believes his convincing story.

Paul shares cigarettes with Russian prisoners

And again the barracks, where the soldiers drilled. Nearby is a large camp where Russian prisoners of war are kept. Paul is on duty here. Looking at all these people with the beards of the apostles and childish faces, the soldier reflects on who turned them into murderers and enemies. He breaks his cigarettes and passes them in half through the net to the Russians. Every day they sing dirges, burying the dead. All this is described in detail in his work Remarque ("All Quiet on the Western Front"). Summary continues with the arrival of the Kaiser.

Kaiser's arrival

Paul is sent back to his unit. Here he meets with his people. They are driven around the parade ground for a week. On the occasion of the arrival of such an important person, soldiers are given a new uniform. The Kaiser does not impress them. Disputes begin again about who is the initiator of wars, what they are for. Take, for example, the French hard worker. Why is this man fighting? All this is decided by the authorities. Unfortunately, we cannot dwell in detail on the author's digressions, compiling a summary of the story "All Quiet on the Western Front."

Paul kills a French soldier

There are rumors that they will be sent to fight in Russia, but the soldiers are sent to the front line, into the thick of it. The guys go to investigate. Night, shooting, rockets. Paul is lost and does not understand which way their trenches are. He spends the day in a funnel, in mud and water, pretending to be dead. Paul has lost his pistol and is preparing a knife in case of hand-to-hand combat. A lost French soldier falls into his funnel. Paul with a knife rushes at him. When night falls, he returns to the trenches. Paul is shocked - for the first time in his life he killed a man, but he, in fact, did nothing to him. This important episode novel, and it should certainly be reported to the reader, making up a summary. "All Quiet on the Western Front" (fragments of it sometimes perform an important semantic function) is a work that cannot be fully understood without referring to the details.

Feast in Time of Plague

A soldier is sent to guard a food depot. Of their squad, only 6 people survived: Deterling, Leer, Tjaden, Müller, Albert, Kat - all are here. In the village, these heroes of Remarque's novel All Quiet on the Western Front, in the summary presented in this article, discover a reliable concrete basement. Mattresses and even an expensive bed made of mahogany, with feather beds and lace, are brought from the homes of runaway residents. Kat and Paul go on a reconnaissance mission in this village. She is under heavy fire. In the barn, they discover two piglets frolicking. There is a big meal ahead. The warehouse is dilapidated, the village is burning from shelling. Now you can get anything from it. Passing drivers and security guards take advantage of this. Feast in Time of Plague.

Newspapers report: "All Quiet on the Western Front"

"Maslenitsa" ended in a month. Again, the soldiers are sent to the front line. They fire at the marching column. Paul and Albert end up in the monastery infirmary in Cologne. From here the dead are constantly taken away and the wounded are brought back again. Albert's leg is amputated to the very top. After recovery, Paul is back at the forefront. The position of the soldiers is hopeless. French, British and American regiments are advancing on the Germans, tired of battles. Müller is killed by a flare. Wounded in the shin, Kata is carried out from the shelling on his back by Paul. However, Kata is wounded in the neck by a shrapnel during a run, and he still dies. Of all the classmates who went to war, Paul alone survived. Everywhere they say that a truce is approaching.

In October 1918 Paul was killed. At that time it was quiet, and the military reports came as follows: "All Quiet on the Western Front." The summary of the chapters of the novel of interest to us ends here.

All Quiet on the Western Front is a book about all the horrors and hardships of the First World War. About how the Germans fought. About all the senselessness and ruthlessness of war.

Remarque, as always, beautifully and masterfully describes everything. It even makes me feel a bit sad. Moreover, the unexpected ending of the book “All Quiet on the Western Front” is not at all encouraging.

The book is written in simple, understandable language and is very easy to read. Like “Front” I read in two evenings. But this time, evenings on the train 🙂 All Quiet on the Western Front will not be difficult for you to download. I also read in in electronic format book.

The history of the creation of Remarque's book "All Quiet on the Western Front"

The writer offered his manuscript "All Quiet on the Western Front" to the most authoritative and well-known publisher in the Weimar Republic, Samuel Fischer. Fischer acknowledged the high literary quality of the text, but withdrew from publication on the grounds that in 1928 no one would want to read a book about the First World War. Fischer later admitted that this was one of the biggest mistakes of his career.
Following the advice of his friend, Remarque brought the text of the novel to the Haus Ullstein publishing house, where it was accepted for publication by order of the company's management. On August 29, 1928, a contract was signed. But the publisher was also not entirely sure that such a specific novel about the First World War would be a success. The contract contained a clause according to which, in the event of the failure of the novel, the author must work off the costs of publication as a journalist. For reinsurance, the publisher provided advance copies of the novel to various categories of readers, including veterans of the First World War. As a result of criticism from readers and literary scholars, Remarque is urged to revise the text, especially some particularly critical statements about the war. About the serious adjustments to the novel made by the author, says a copy of the manuscript, which was in the New Yorker. For example, the latest edition is missing the following text:

We killed people and waged war; we should not forget about it, because we are at an age when thoughts and actions had the strongest connection with each other. We are not hypocrites, we are not timid, we are not burghers, we look both ways and do not close our eyes. We do not justify anything by necessity, by the idea, by the Motherland - we fought with people and killed them, people whom we did not know and who did nothing to us; what will happen when we return to the old relationship and confront the people who hinder us, hinder us?<…>What should we do with the goals that are offered to us? Only memories and my vacation days convinced me that the dual, artificial, invented order called "society" cannot calm us and will not give us anything. We will stay isolated and grow, we will try; someone will be quiet, and someone will not want to part with their weapons.

Original text (German)

Wir haben Menschen getötet und Krieg geführt; das ist für uns nicht zu vergessen, denn wir sind in dem Alter, wo Gedanke und Tat wohl die stärkste Beziehung zueinander haben. Wir sind nicht verlogen, nicht ängstlich, nicht bürgerglich, wir sehen mit beiden Augen und schließen sie nicht. Wir entschuldigen nichts mit Notwendigkeit, mit Ideen, mit Staatsgründen, wir haben Menschen bekämpft und getötet, die wir nicht kannten, die uns nichts taten; was wird geschehen, wenn wir zurückkommen in frühere Verhältnisse und Menschen gegenüberstehen, die uns hemmen, hinder und stützen wollen?<…>Was wollen wir mit diesen Zielen anfangen, die man uns bietet? Nur die Erinnerung und meine Urlaubstage haben mich schon überzeugt, daß die halbe, geflickte, künstliche Ordnung, die man Gesellschaft nennt, uns nicht beschwichtigen und umgreifen kann. Wir werden isoliert bleiben und aufwachsen, wir werden uns Mühe geben, manche werden still werden und manche die Waffen nicht weglegen wollen.

Translation by Mikhail Matveev

Finally, in the autumn of 1928, final version manuscripts. On November 8, 1928, on the eve of the tenth anniversary of the armistice, the Berlin newspaper Vossische Zeitung, part of the Haus Ullstein concern, publishes the "preliminary text" of the novel. The author of “All Quiet on the Western Front” appears to the reader as an ordinary soldier, without any literary experience, who describes his experiences of the war in order to “speak out”, free himself from mental trauma. introduction for publication was as follows:

The Vossische Zeitung feels "obliged" to open this "authentic", free and thus "authentic" documentary account of the war.

Original text (German)

Die Vossische Zeitung fühle sich „verpflichtet“, diesen „authentischen“, tendenzlosen und damit „wahren“ dokumentarischen über den Krieg zu veröffentlichen.

Translation by Mikhail Matveev
So there was a legend about the origin of the text of the novel and its author. On November 10, 1928, excerpts from the novel began to appear in the newspaper. The success exceeded the boldest expectations of the Haus Ullstein concern - the circulation of the newspaper increased several times, the editorial office received a huge number of letters from readers admiring such a "bare image of the war."
At the time of the book's release on January 29, 1929, there were approximately 30,000 pre-orders, which forced the concern to print the novel in several printing houses at once. All Quiet on the Western Front became Germany's best-selling book of all time. On May 7, 1929, 500 thousand copies of the book were published. IN book version The novel was published in 1929, after which it was translated into 26 languages ​​the same year, including Russian. Most famous translation into Russian - Yuri Afonkin.

A few quotes from Erich Maria Remarque's book "All Quiet on the Western Front"

About the Lost Generation:

We are no longer youth. We are no longer going to take life with a fight. We are runaways. We are running from ourselves. From your life. We were eighteen years old and just beginning to love the world and life; we had to shoot at them. The first shell that exploded hit our heart. We are cut off from rational activity, from human aspirations, from progress. We no longer believe in them. We believe in war.

At the front, chance or luck plays a decisive role:

The front is a cage, and the one who got into it has to strain his nerves to wait for what will happen to him next. We are sitting behind bars, the bars of which are the trajectories of shells; we live in tense expectation of the unknown. We are given over to chance. When a projectile flies at me, I can duck, and that's all; I can't know where it will hit, and I can't influence it in any way.
It is this dependence on chance that makes us so indifferent. A few months ago I was sitting in the dugout and playing skat; after a while I got up and went to visit my friends in another dugout. When I returned, there was almost nothing left of the first dugout: a heavy shell smashed it soft-boiled. I again went to the second and arrived just in time to help dig it out - during this time it managed to fall asleep.
They can kill me - this is a matter of chance. But the fact that I stay alive is again a matter of chance. I can die in a well-fortified dugout, crushed by its walls, and I can remain unharmed after lying ten hours in an open field under heavy fire. Every soldier stays alive only thanks to a thousand different cases. And every soldier believes in chance and relies on it.

What is actually the war seen in the infirmary:

It seems incomprehensible that these tattered bodies are assigned human faces still living ordinary, everyday life. But this is only one infirmary, only one of its branches! There are hundreds of thousands of them in Germany, hundreds of thousands in France, hundreds of thousands in Russia. How senseless everything that is written, done and rethought by people, if such things are possible in the world! To what extent our thousand-year-old civilization is false and worthless, if it could not even prevent these flows of blood, if it allowed hundreds of thousands of such dungeons to exist in the world. Only in the infirmary you see with your own eyes what war is.

Reviews of the book "All Quiet on the Western Front" by Remarque

This is a painful story about a lost generation of young teenagers in their early twenties who fell into the terrible circumstances of the world war and were forced to become adults.
These are terrible images of consequences. A man who runs without his feet because they have been torn off. Or youngsters killed by a gas attack, who died only because they did not have time to put on protective masks, or who wore poor-quality ones. A man holding his own innards and limping to the infirmary.
The image of a mother who lost her nineteen-year-old son. Families living in poverty. Images of captured Russians and much more.

Even if everything goes well, and someone survives, will these guys be able to lead a normal life, learn a profession, start a family?
Who needs this war and why?

The story is very light and in plain language, first person, first person young hero who gets to the front, we see the war through his eyes.

The book is read “in one breath”.
This is not the strongest work of Remarque, in my opinion, but I think it is worth reading.

Thank you for your attention!

Review: The book “All Quiet on the Western Front” - Erich Maria Remarque - What is war from the point of view of a soldier?

Advantages:
Style and language; sincerity; depth; psychologism

Flaws:
The book is not easy to read; there are awkward moments

All Quiet on the Western Front by Remarque is one of those that are very important, but very difficult to discuss. The fact is that this book is about war, and it is always hard. It is hard to talk about the war for those who fought. And for those who did not fight, it seems to me that it is generally difficult to fully understand this period, perhaps even impossible. The novel itself is not very long, it describes the view of a soldier on battles and a relatively peaceful existence during this period. The story is told from the perspective of young man 19-20 years old, Paula. I understand that the novel is at least partly autobiographical, because the real name of Erich Maria Remarque is Erich Paul Remarque. In addition, the author himself fought, starting at the age of 19, and Paul in the novel, like the author, is passionate about reading and tries to write something himself. And, of course, most likely most of the emotions and thoughts in this book were felt and thought over by Remarque during his stay at the front, it cannot be otherwise.

I have already read some of Remarque's other works, and I really like this author's storytelling style. He manages to show the depth of the emotions of the characters quite clearly and plain language, and it is quite easy for me to empathize with them and delve into their actions. I have a feeling that I am reading about real people with a real life history. Heroes of Remarque, like real people, are imperfect, but they have a certain logic in their actions, with the help of which it is easy to explain and understand what they feel and do. The protagonist in the book All Quiet on the Western Front, as in other Remarque novels, evokes deep sympathy. And, in fact, I understand that it is Remarque who causes sympathy, because it is very likely that there is a lot of himself in the main characters.

And here begins the most difficult part of my review, because I have to write about what I learned from the novel, what it is about from my point of view, and in this case it is very, very difficult. The novel tells about a few facts, but includes a fairly large range of thoughts and emotions.

The book is primarily about life. German soldiers during the First World War, about their simple way of life, about how they adapted to harsh conditions, while maintaining human qualities. The book also contains descriptions of rather cruel and ugly moments, well, war is war, and you also need to know about this. From Paul's story, you can learn about life in the rear, and in the trenches, about layoffs, injuries, infirmaries, friendship and small joys that were also there. But in general, the life of a soldier at the front is quite simple outwardly - the main thing is to survive, find food and sleep. But if you dig deeper, then, of course, it's all very difficult. There is a rather complicated idea in the novel, for which I personally find it rather difficult to find words. For the main character at the front, it is emotionally easier than at home, because in war life comes down to simple things, and at home it is a storm of emotions and it is not clear how and what to communicate with people in the rear, who are simply unable to realize that actually going on at the front.

If we talk about the emotional side and ideas that the novel carries, then, of course, the book, first of all, is about the clearly negative impact of the war on the individual and on the nation as a whole. This is shown through the thoughts of ordinary soldiers, what they are experiencing, through their reasoning about what is happening. You can talk for as long as you like about the needs of the state, about protecting the honor of the country and the people, and some material benefits for the population, but is it all important when you yourself are sitting in a trench, malnourished, sleep deprived, killing and seeing the death of friends? Is there really anything to justify such things?

The book is also about the fact that war cripples everyone, but especially young people. The older generation has some kind of pre-war life to which you can return, the young people have virtually nothing but the war. Even if he survived the war, he will no longer be able to live like others. He had gone through too much, too life in the war was cut off from the usual, too many horrors that are difficult to accept. human psyche with which one must come to terms and come to terms.

The novel is also about the fact that, in reality, those who are actually at war with each other, the soldiers, are not enemies. Paul, looking at the Russian prisoners, thinks that they are the same people, government officials call them enemies, but, in fact, what should a Russian peasant and a young German who has just got up from school have to share? Why should they want to kill each other? This is madness! There is an idea in the novel that if two heads of state declared war on each other, then they just have to fight each other in the ring. But, of course, this is hardly possible. It also follows from this that all this rhetoric that the inhabitants of some country or some nation is enemy does not make sense at all. Enemies are those who send people to their deaths, but for most people in any country, war is a tragedy in equal measure.

In general, it seems to me that the novel “All Quiet on the Western Front” should be read by everyone, this is an occasion to think about the period of the First World War, and indeed about the war, about all its victims, about how people of that time realize themselves and everything happening around. I think that it is necessary to reflect on such things from time to time in order to understand for oneself what is the meaning of this, and whether there is any at all.

All Quiet on the Western Front should be read by anyone who does not know what “war” is, but wants to know in their bright colors, with all the horrors, blood and death, practically in the first person. Thanks to Remarque for such works.

All Quiet on the Western Front Erich Maria Remarque

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Title: All Quiet on the Western Front
Author: Erich Maria Remarque
Year: 1929
Genre: classical prose, foreign classics, 20th century literature

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque definitely deserves its popularity. No wonder she entered the list of books that everyone should read.

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Probably after the book All Quiet on the Western Front, where we are talking about the First World War, mankind no longer had to start wars. After all, the horrors of a senseless battle are so realistically conveyed here that it is sometimes difficult to get rid of cruel pictures in the imagination. And in this case, Paul - the main character of the book - and all his classmates seem to reflect the entire society of that time.

Yes, probably the worst thing is that the green guys were still going to war. Paul was twenty, but eighteen-year-olds could be seen on the battlefield ... Why were they coming here? Wasn't there anything more important in their lives? And all because everyone who “mowed down” automatically became outcasts. In addition, there were "patriotic" teachers recruiting young people to go and die...

And he himself was in the war - we learn about this from his biography. But for some reason he is better known for such novels as "" or. In the book All Quiet on the Western Front, the author shows the world in a completely different way. From the point of view of a young guy on a terrible, bloody, terrifying war. It is not strange that upon arrival home, Paul does not feel like putting on a uniform and talking about the war: he wants to walk around in civilian clothes, like an ordinary person.

Reading the book, you understand that Remarque wrote not only about the war. He showed the world friendship - real, unconditional, male. Unfortunately, such feelings are not destined to exist for a long time - alas, the war is cruel and sweeps away everyone. And in general, if you think about it, who, in principle, needs such a generation? People who do not know how to do anything but kill ... But are they to blame for this?

As Paul's classmate Kropp said, it would be much better if only generals fought. In the meantime, young, innocent people are fighting for them, no one needs war. The verdict is to read Remarque and his “All Quiet on the Western Front” to everyone so that the war never happens again!

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Quotes from the book "All Quiet on the Western Front" by Erich Maria Remarque

We have forgotten how to reason otherwise, because all other reasoning is artificial. We attach importance only to facts, only they are important to us. And good shoes are not easy to find.

I see that someone is inciting one people against another, and people are killing each other, in insane blindness obeying someone else's will, not knowing what they are doing, not knowing their own guilt. I see that the best minds of mankind invent weapons to prolong this nightmare, and find words to justify it even more subtly. And together with me, all people of my age see it, in our country and in them, all over the world, our entire generation is experiencing it.

To what extent our thousand-year-old civilization is false and worthless, if it could not even prevent these flows of blood, if it allowed hundreds of thousands of such dungeons to exist in the world. Only in the infirmary you see with your own eyes what war is.

We are small tongues of flame, barely protected by shaky walls from the storm of annihilation and madness, trembling under its impulses and every minute ready to die out forever.

Our harsh life is closed in itself, it flows somewhere on the very surface of life, and only occasionally some event drops sparks into it.

We discern things like shopkeepers and understand necessity like butchers.

They were still writing articles and making speeches, and we were already seeing the infirmaries and the dying; they still said that there is nothing higher than serving the state, and we already knew that the fear of death is stronger.

Katchinsky is right: it would not be so bad in the war if only you could get more sleep.

They should have helped us, eighteen years old, to enter the age of maturity, into the world of work, duty, culture and progress, to become intermediaries between us and our future. Sometimes we made fun of them, sometimes we could play some joke on them, but deep down we believed them. Recognizing their authority, we mentally associated knowledge of life and foresight with this concept. But as soon as we saw the first person killed, this belief was shattered into dust. We realized that their generation is not as honest as ours; their superiority consisted only in the fact that they could speak beautifully and possessed a certain dexterity. The very first artillery shelling revealed to us our delusion, and under this fire the worldview that they had instilled in us collapsed.

Katchinsky argues that this is all from education, from it, they say, people become stupid. And Kat does not throw words into the wind.
And it so happened that just Bem died one of the first. During the attack he was wounded in the face and we presumed he had been killed. We could not take him with us, as we had to hastily retreat. In the afternoon we suddenly heard his cry; he crawled in front of the trenches and called for help. During the fight, he only lost consciousness. Blind and mad with pain, he no longer sought cover and was shot before we could pick him up.
Kantorek, of course, cannot be blamed for this - to blame him for what he did would mean going very far. After all, there were thousands of Kantoreks, and they were all convinced that in this way they were doing a good deed, without bothering themselves too much.

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This book is neither an accusation nor a confession. This is just an attempt to tell about the generation that was ruined by the war, about those who became it.

A victim, even if he escaped from shells.

We are standing nine kilometers from the front line. Yesterday we were replaced; now our stomachs are full of beans and meat, and we all go around full and satisfied.
Even for supper each got a full bowler hat; in addition, we get a double portion of bread and sausages - in a word, we live well. With

It has not happened to us for a long time: our kitchen god with his purple, like a tomato, bald head himself offers us to eat more; he swings a scoop,

Calling passers-by, and dumps them hefty portions. He still won't empty his squeaker, and this drives him to despair. Tjaden and Müller

We got a few cans from somewhere and filled them to the brim - in reserve.
Tjaden did it out of gluttony, Muller out of caution. Where everything that Tjaden eats goes is a mystery to all of us. He doesn't care

Stays skinny like a herring.
But most importantly, the smoke was also given out in double portions. For each, ten cigars, twenty cigarettes, and two gummies.

Tobacco. In general, pretty decent. I traded Katchinsky's cigarettes for my tobacco, in total I now have forty pieces. One day to stretch

Can.
But, in fact, we are not supposed to do all this at all. The authorities are not capable of such generosity. We're just lucky.
Two weeks ago we were sent to the front line to replace another unit. It was quite calm on our site, so by the day of our return

The captain received an allowance according to the usual layout and ordered to cook for a company of one hundred and fifty people. But just on the last day

The British suddenly threw up their heavy "meat grinders", unpleasant gizmos, and for so long hit our trenches with them that we suffered heavy

Losses, and only eighty people returned from the front line.
We arrived at the rear at night and immediately stretched ourselves out on the bunk beds in order to get a good night's sleep first; Katchinsky is right: it would not be like that in a war

It's bad, if only you could get more sleep. You never really get enough sleep on the front line, and two weeks drag on for a long time.
By the time the first of us began to crawl out of the barracks, it was already noon. Half an hour later we grabbed our bowlers and gathered at our dear

The heart of the “squeaker”, which smelled of something rich and tasty. Of course, the first in line were those who always have the biggest appetite:

Shorty Albert Kropp, the brightest head in our company and, probably, therefore, only recently promoted to corporal; Müller the Fifth, who before

He still carries textbooks with him and dreams of passing preferential exams; under hurricane fire he crammed the laws of physics; Leer, who wears a folded

Beard and has a weakness for girls from brothels for officers; he swears that there is an order in the army obliging these girls to wear silk

Linen, and before receiving visitors in the rank of captain and above - take a bath; the fourth is me, Paul Bäumer. All four are nineteen years old, all

Four went to the front from the same class.
Immediately behind us are our friends: Tjaden, a mechanic, a frail young man of the same age as us, the most voracious soldier in the company, - he sits down for food

Thin and slender, and after eating, he gets up pot-bellied, like a sucked bug; Haie Westhus, also our age, a peat worker who can freely

Take a loaf of bread in your hand and ask: Come on, guess what's in my fist? "; Detering, a peasant who thinks only of his household

And about his wife; and, finally, Stanislav Katchinsky, the soul of our department, a man of character, clever and cunning - he is forty years old, he has

earthy face, Blue eyes, sloping shoulders, and an unusual scent about when the shelling will begin, where you can get hold of food and how best

Just hide from the authorities.

Erich Maria Remarque

All Quiet on the Western Front

This book is neither an accusation nor a confession. This is just an attempt to tell about the generation that was destroyed by the war, about those who became its victims, even if they escaped the shells.

We are standing nine kilometers from the front line. Yesterday we were replaced; now our stomachs are full of beans and meat, and we all go around full and satisfied. Even for supper each got a full bowler hat; in addition, we get a double portion of bread and sausages - in a word, we live well. This has not happened to us for a long time: our kitchen god with his purple, like a tomato, bald head himself offers us to eat more; he waves the scoop, calling the passers-by, and gives them hefty portions. He still won't empty his squeaker, and this drives him to despair. Tjaden and Müller got hold of several cans from somewhere and filled them to the brim - in reserve. Tjaden did it out of gluttony, Muller out of caution. Where everything that Tjaden eats goes is a mystery to all of us. He still remains as skinny as a herring.

But most importantly, the smoke was also given out in double portions. For each, ten cigars, twenty cigarettes, and two sticks of chewing tobacco. In general, pretty decent. I traded Katchinsky's cigarettes for my tobacco, in total I now have forty pieces. One day can be extended.

But, in fact, we are not supposed to do all this at all. The authorities are not capable of such generosity. We're just lucky.

Two weeks ago we were sent to the front line to replace another unit. It was quite calm on our site, so by the day of our return, the captain received allowances according to the usual layout and ordered to cook for a company of one hundred and fifty people. But just on the last day, the British suddenly threw in their heavy "meat grinders", unpleasant contraption, and for so long they hit our trenches with them that we suffered heavy losses, and only eighty people returned from the front line.

We arrived at the rear at night and immediately stretched ourselves out on the bunk beds in order to get a good night's sleep first; Katchinsky is right: it would not be so bad in the war if only you could get more sleep. You never really get enough sleep on the front line, and two weeks drag on for a long time.

By the time the first of us began to crawl out of the barracks, it was already noon. Half an hour later, we grabbed our bowlers and gathered at the "squeaker" dear to our hearts, which smelled of something rich and tasty. Of course, the first in line were those who always have the biggest appetite: shorty Albert Kropp, the brightest head in our company and, probably, for this reason only recently promoted to corporal; Muller the Fifth, who still carries textbooks with him and dreams of passing preferential exams; under hurricane fire he crammed the laws of physics; Leer, who wears a bushy beard and has a soft spot for maidens from officer brothels; he swears that there is an order in the army obliging these girls to wear silk underwear, and before receiving visitors with the rank of captain and above - to take a bath; the fourth is me, Paul Bäumer. All four were nineteen years old, all four went to the front from the same class.

Immediately behind us are our friends: Tjaden, a locksmith, a frail young man of the same age as us, the most gluttonous soldier in the company - he sits thin and slender for food, and after eating, gets up pot-bellied, like a sucked bug; Haye Westhus, also our age, a peat worker, who can freely take a loaf of bread in his hand and ask: “Well, guess what is in my fist?”; Detering, a peasant who thinks only of his household and his wife; and, finally, Stanislav Katchinsky, the soul of our squad, a man of character, clever and cunning - he is forty years old, he has a sallow face, blue eyes, sloping shoulders, and an unusual scent about when the shelling starts, where you can get hold of food and What is the best way to hide from the authorities.

Our squad led the queue that formed at the kitchen. We got impatient as the unsuspecting cook was still waiting for something.

Finally Katchinsky called out to him:

Well, open your glutton, Heinrich! And you can see that the beans are cooked!

The cook shook his head sleepily.

Let's get everyone together first.

Tjaden smirked.

And we are all here!

The chef still didn't notice.

Hold your pocket wider! Where are the rest?

They are not at your mercy today! Who is in the infirmary, and who is in the ground!

Upon learning of what had happened, the kitchen god was smitten. He was even shaken:

And I cooked for a hundred and fifty people!

Kropp poked him in the side with his fist.

So, at least once we will eat our fill. Come on, let's start sharing!

At that moment, Tjaden had a sudden thought. His face, sharp as a mouse's muzzle, lit up, his eyes squinted slyly, his cheekbones began to play, and he came closer:

Heinrich, my friend, so you got bread for a hundred and fifty people?

The bewildered cook nodded absently.

Tjaden grabbed his chest.

And sausage too?

The cook again nodded his purple head like a tomato. Tjaden's jaw dropped.

And tobacco?

Well, yes, everything.

Tjaden turned to us, his face beaming.

Damn it, that's lucky! After all, now we will get everything! It will be - wait! - so it is, exactly two servings per nose!

But then the Pomodoro came to life again and said:

That's not how things will work.

Now we, too, shook off the dream and squeezed closer.

Hey you, carrot, why won't it come out? asked Katchinsky.

Yes, because eighty is not one hundred and fifty!

But we'll show you how to do it, - Muller grumbled.

You will get the soup, so be it, but I will give out bread and sausage only for eighty, - Tomato continued to persist.

Katchinsky lost his temper:

Send you to the front line once! You received food not for eighty people, but for the second company, that's it. And you will release them! The second company is us.

We took the Tomato into circulation. Everyone disliked him: more than once, through his fault, lunch or dinner got to us in the trenches cooled down, with a great delay, because at the most trifling fire he did not dare to drive closer with his cauldron, and our food carriers had to crawl much further than theirs. brothers from other companies. Here is Bulke from the first company, he was much better. Although he was fat as a hamster, if necessary, he dragged his kitchen almost to the very front.

We were in a very belligerent mood, and probably it would have come to a fight if the company commander had not appeared at the scene. When he found out what we were arguing about, he only said:

Yes, yesterday we had big losses...

Then he looked into the cauldron:

And the beans look good.

Tomato nodded.

With lard and beef.

The lieutenant looked at us. He understood what we were thinking. In general, he understood a lot, - after all, he himself came out of our environment: he came to the company as a non-commissioned officer. He lifted the lid of the cauldron again and sniffed. As he left, he said:

Bring me a plate too. Distribute portions to everyone. Why good should disappear.

Tomato's face took on a stupid expression. Tjaden danced around him:

Nothing, it won't hurt you! He imagines that he is in charge of the entire commissary service. And now start, old rat, but don’t miscalculate! ..

Get down, hangman! hissed Tomato. He was ready to burst with anger; everything that happened did not fit in his head, he did not understand what was happening in the world. And as if wanting to show that everything was the same for him now, he himself handed out another half a pound each. artificial honey on a brother.

Today has been a really good day. Even the mail came; almost everyone received several letters and newspapers. Now we are slowly wandering into the meadow behind the barracks. Kropp carries a round margarine barrel lid under his arm.

On the right edge of the meadow, a large soldier's latrine was built - a soundly cut down building under a roof. However, it is of interest only to recruits who have not yet learned how to benefit from everything. For ourselves, we are looking for something better. The fact is that in the meadow there are single cabins here and there, designed for the same purpose. These are square boxes, neat, made entirely of boards, closed on all sides, with a magnificent, very comfortable seat. They have handles on the side so that the cabins can be carried.

We move the three cabins together, put them in a circle and take our seats slowly. We won't get up from our seats before two hours.

I still remember how embarrassed we were at first, when the recruits lived in the barracks and for the first time we had to use a common restroom. There are no doors, twenty people sit in a row, like in a tram. You can take a look at them with one glance - after all, a soldier must always be under observation.