Sergey Anisimov encore option. “Encore” Sergei Anisimov
Sergey Anisimov
Option "Encore"
To my Natasha
Of course, not every Russian soldier was a murderer or rapist: just most of them.
From a speech by Dr. William Pierce, USA, March 1998
Pioneer of risky reconstructions
Let me make a reservation right away: I am quite superficially familiar with history in general and military history in particular. Therefore, I sat down to read Sergei Anisimov’s novel “Encore” with a certain skepticism in my soul. Something like the opuses of Suvorov-Rezun was expected, but, unlike the creations of the reforged KGB officer, it did not pretend to be true.
The reality exceeded all expectations. Despite the fact that the novel is replete with technical and historical details, it was read in one breath. It’s strange: the artistic part itself takes up barely a fifth of the text, but come on! It turns out that historical facts can be presented “in school textbook mode,” and this will not be the unspeakable boredom that history textbooks were filled with in the 70s and 80s of the last century. Against! You plunge headlong into the dizzying picture of an alternative World War II, but you don’t get stuck, like in a swamp, listing military units and models of military weapons, but you rush headlong through the plot, empathizing with the heroes and freezing in anticipation of events.
And the events are grandiose. According to Anisimov, the autumn of '44 turned out to be surprisingly unlike reality. I won’t reveal the author’s intention ahead of time - read it for yourself. I will only say that Anisimov managed to fuse into a single whole an alternative historical reconstruction, a techno-thriller and a truly artistic work about the fate of many people in the conditions of a ruthless meat grinder organized by the leaders of totalitarian powers in company with the leaders of the so-called democratic states. Anisimov hardly discusses the values of human life - he simply shows how low other people's lives were valued at that time, and leaves the reader to draw conclusions. Coldly and distantly, he paints pictures of battles, where eighteen-year-old boys and girls go into the thick of it, most often to disappear without a trace. Where twenty-five year olds are considered veterans. Where entire armies serve as bargaining chips for generals and marshals.
But somehow you imperceptibly get used to this world and begin to acutely empathize with both Soviet sailors and tank artillerymen - everyone whose fates run like a dotted line through the novel.
In some ways, Sergei Anisimov’s novel is close in spirit to the works of Vasily Zvyagintsev or, say, “The Chronos River” by Kir Bulychev. But in “Option Encore” much more emphasis is placed not so much on the artistic part, but on the technical and military-strategic. Nevertheless, the literary text itself does not lose out from this at all. On the contrary, the author dared to break into the still little-explored area of fiction, where the line between truth and fiction is so thin and blurred that there is simply no talk of any unambiguous conclusions and judgments.
Pioneers always have the hardest time. But they are remembered forever. I wouldn’t be very surprised if in fifty years the name of Sergei Anisimov and his novel “Encore” will be known to every schoolchild. (Provided, of course, that some educational genius does not include the novel in the compulsory school curriculum - then Sergei Anisimov will be much less well known among schoolchildren.)
And finally, dear readers, I envy you in a good way! Now you will read “Option Encore” FOR THE FIRST TIME. Unfortunately, this is no longer possible for me...
Vladimir Vasiliev,
June-July 1944
For a long time, no one associated the events that developed in Europe, which was falling apart, with anything truly significant. Almost until the very beginning of this grandiose turn, not a single analyst on either side was able to predict it. Later, the turn itself began to be called the “Great Try” - by the way, this name was invented by an American, and a civilian at that. In Soviet military circles, for a long time it was called the neutral word “Option” - a term that is not binding to anything and does not cause side associations.
There were facts. There were probably too many of them to leave professional forecasters indifferent, but no one ever put them together into a coherent whole. We are all quick-witted in hindsight, but until a certain moment, the seemingly clear direction of development of events did not bother anyone. Extremely important military information that could have attracted the attention of specialists was simply not interpreted properly - to use very pompous terminology.
In June of forty-four, a sealed package addressed to Colonel Pokryshev arrived at the airfield where the 159th Fighter Aviation Regiment was based - one of many that day and not accompanied by any out-of-the-ordinary secrecy measures or anything like that. However, the contents of the package, opened within the statutory forty-five minutes, forced the colonel to curse so rudely that even the duty officer, who was accustomed to far from gentle expressions, raised his head in surprise. The regiment commander, limping, jumped out of the headquarters house with the roof punctured by shrapnel, jumped into the waiting Dodge, which the regiment habitually called “trophy,” and rushed to the airfield, where one after another the Lavochkins of the squadron returning from a mission were boarding . The Dodge was, of course, American, but the insolent sergeant major of the airfield battalion stole it back in the fall from a tank unit that had stopped nearby, and in the two hours that passed before the angry tank major arrived, they managed to repaint the car, paint a number taken from the ceiling on the side, and sprinkle dust and shoot the side with a pistol - giving the brand new vehicle a well-deserved look. In general, everything worked out smoothly, and the Dodge has since faithfully served Pokryshev himself, who expropriated it from the auto company with a pure heart.
When the colonel taxied to the dispersal zone, the pilots, heated by the battle, had already left their vehicles and were now gathering in a group, exchanging smokes. The approaching colonel was greeted with tired waves of hands - after the third flight of the day there was absolutely no strength left for even formal subordination.
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About the book “Encore” Sergey Anisimov
“Option “Encore” is the debut book of Sergei Anisimov. The two-volume book of the same name, written in the genre of alternative history, begins with it. Sergei Anisimov himself stands out quite strongly among the large number of modern science fiction writers. He is published rarely, but all his works can be safely classified as high-quality literature. In addition, this author does not stand still, he is growing professionally, and this is very noticeable in his work. From his pen come not simple fictional novels, but real, detailed reports on how staff exercises were carried out “on the map.”
The events of a story that we do not know are unfolding before us. This is the story of a parallel world. Everything went a little differently than we used to think. Before the start of the Great Patriotic War, Stalin still believed that Hitler could attack. He gave the order to strengthen the defensive state lines. This decision greatly influenced the course of history.
1944 The Soviet army victoriously enters the territory of Western Europe. Troops are advancing towards Brussels...
“The Encore option is an interesting alternative and very well executed. Sergei Anisimov very wisely approached the choice of the moment at which a shift in our history is possible. Indeed, if the behind-the-scenes negotiations between the members of the anti-Hitler coalition and Nazi Germany had gone a little differently, everything could have been different. The events covered in the book look quite believable and realistic. Very interesting read. Sometimes it seems that everything happened in reality.
Another advantage of the novel is its narrative style. Sergei Anisimov, in his style, is reminiscent of Soviet front-line writers. He did an excellent job of describing battle scenes. He writes in the spirit of war memoirs, but he is not dry. Strategies dilute pictures from a soldier's life. This greatly enlivens the text and characters, adding richness and brightness.
Please note that the “Encore” option may not be to everyone’s taste. There are many different technical details in the work, which may be tedious to read for some. This feature of the book gives the impression of being drawn out. But overall it is very interesting and educational. She is serious, smart and definitely worth your attention.
“Option “Encore” is not a fairy tale about victims; here you will not find super-weapons and other fantastic attributes. These are thoughts about what would have happened if events had changed a little.
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WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF... In 1941, the Soviet Union turned out to be more ready for the invasion of Nazi troops, and in the summer of 1944, a large-scale Soviet offensive was supposed to finally put an end to the Great Patriotic War. But this was not part of the plans of the USA and Great Britain. Separate negotiations with the Third Reich were successful. The former enemy - Germany - is now an ally of the USA and Great Britain, which turned their weapons against the USSR. The army and navy of the USSR won victory at great cost. Europe is again divided into two parts... WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF... The Second World War ended differently than in our world. However, the interests of the superpowers collided on the Korean Peninsula, where a bloody war has been going on for three years, bringing no victory to either side. There is a lot at stake, and the world is teetering on the brink of another world war if the United States decides to use weapons of mass destruction. Is it possible to prevent universal madness from happening?
OPTION "ENCORS". FIRST BOOK OF THE DILOGY. So. The year is 1944. Soviet troops triumphantly enter Western Europe - and move towards Brussels. Do you think that everything was NOT EXACTLY SO? You are right, of course! But - have you ever wondered WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED if everything had turned out EXACTLY THIS way?... Having closed ranks, the American and British armies turned their tanks to the east, and hundreds of “flying fortresses” rose into the air. The unfinished SS divisions moved ahead of the allies. What will be the price of betrayal? After all, the Soviet fronts are stretched out and tired of battles and do not expect a blow? Or are they waiting?... And at this time, the first Russian aircraft carrier, accompanied by “death machines” - battleships of the “Soviet Union” class, enters the Atlantic, which the allies consider their inland sea. On board the ships, the fighters are the color of the Russian Navy and the best aces of the Air Force. They have a very difficult journey ahead...
OPTION "ENCORS - 2". SECOND BOOK OF THE DILOGY. The world after Option Encore, early 1953... The Korean War is in its third year, and neither side can achieve victory. Will this war develop from a rivalry between the bloodless armies of a divided Korea and the “UN troops”, Soviet and Chinese volunteers, into something more: into a direct clash of fully deployed armies of all parties to the conflict? The landing of American troops in the Shanghai area, the landing in the area of Nakhodka and Vladivostok, with access to Amursk and Khabarovsk... An atomic strike on Soviet groups in Europe, the deployment of a full-scale war in the space from Lisbon to Kagoshima... Is it possible to prevent such a turn of events? Will a truce be achieved? This book is about responsibility, which is more important than pain and fear, more important than even death itself. And about the outgoing generation, which was confident in its right to decide the fate of the world.
Let me make a reservation right away: I am quite superficially familiar with history in general and military history in particular. Therefore, I sat down to read Sergei Anisimov’s novel “Encore” with a certain skepticism in my soul. Something like the opuses of Suvorov-Rezun was expected, but, unlike the creations of the reforged KGB officer, it did not pretend to be true.
The reality exceeded all expectations. Despite the fact that the novel is replete with technical and historical details, it was read in one breath. It’s strange: the artistic part itself takes up barely a fifth of the text, but come on! It turns out that historical facts can be presented “in school textbook mode,” and this will not be the unspeakable boredom that history textbooks were filled with in the 70s and 80s of the last century. Against! You plunge headlong into the dizzying picture of an alternative World War II, but you don’t get stuck, like in a swamp, listing military units and models of military weapons, but you rush headlong through the plot, empathizing with the heroes and freezing in anticipation of events.
And the events are grandiose. According to Anisimov, the autumn of '44 turned out to be surprisingly unlike reality. I won’t reveal the author’s intention ahead of time - read it for yourself. I will only say that Anisimov managed to fuse into a single whole an alternative historical reconstruction, a techno-thriller and a truly artistic work about the fate of many people in the conditions of a ruthless meat grinder organized by the leaders of totalitarian powers in company with the leaders of the so-called democratic states. Anisimov hardly discusses the values of human life - he simply shows how low other people's lives were valued at that time, and leaves the reader to draw conclusions. Coldly and distantly, he paints pictures of battles, where eighteen-year-old boys and girls go into the thick of it, most often to disappear without a trace. Where twenty-five year olds are considered veterans. Where entire armies serve as bargaining chips for generals and marshals.
But somehow you imperceptibly get used to this world and begin to acutely empathize with both Soviet sailors and tank artillerymen - everyone whose fates run like a dotted line through the novel.
In some ways, Sergei Anisimov’s novel is close in spirit to the works of Vasily Zvyagintsev or, say, “The Chronos River” by Kir Bulychev. But in “Option Encore” much more emphasis is placed not so much on the artistic part, but on the technical and military-strategic. Nevertheless, the literary text itself does not lose out from this at all. On the contrary, the author dared to break into the still little-explored area of fiction, where the line between truth and fiction is so thin and blurred that there is simply no talk of any unambiguous conclusions and judgments.
Pioneers always have the hardest time. But they are remembered forever. I wouldn’t be very surprised if in fifty years the name of Sergei Anisimov and his novel “Encore” will be known to every schoolchild. (Provided, of course, that some educational genius does not include the novel in the compulsory school curriculum - then Sergei Anisimov will be much less well known among schoolchildren.)
And finally, dear readers, I envy you in a good way! Now you will read “Option Encore” FOR THE FIRST TIME. Unfortunately, this is no longer possible for me...
Vladimir Vasiliev,
Option "Encore"
Of course, not every Russian soldier was a murderer or rapist: just most of them.
From a speech by Dr. William Pierce, USA, March 1998
June-July 1944
For a long time, no one associated the events that developed in Europe, which was falling apart, with anything truly significant. Almost until the very beginning of this grandiose turn, not a single analyst on either side was able to predict it. Later, the turn itself began to be called the “Great Try” - by the way, this name was invented by an American, and a civilian at that. In Soviet military circles, for a long time it was called the neutral word “Option” - a term that is not binding to anything and does not cause side associations.
There were facts. There were probably too many of them to leave professional forecasters indifferent, but no one ever put them together into a coherent whole. We are all quick-witted in hindsight, but until a certain moment, the seemingly clear direction of development of events did not bother anyone. Extremely important military information that could have attracted the attention of specialists was simply not interpreted properly - to use very pompous terminology.
In June of forty-four, a sealed package addressed to Colonel Pokryshev arrived at the airfield where the 159th Fighter Aviation Regiment was based - one of many that day and not accompanied by any out-of-the-ordinary secrecy measures or anything like that. However, the contents of the package, opened within the statutory forty-five minutes, forced the colonel to curse so rudely that even the duty officer, who was accustomed to far from gentle expressions, raised his head in surprise. The regiment commander, limping, jumped out of the headquarters house with the roof punctured by shrapnel, jumped into the waiting Dodge, which the regiment habitually called “trophy,” and rushed to the airfield, where one after another the Lavochkins of the squadron returning from a mission were boarding . The Dodge was, of course, American, but the insolent sergeant major of the airfield battalion stole it back in the fall from a tank unit that had stopped nearby, and in the two hours that passed before the angry tank major arrived, they managed to repaint the car, paint a number taken from the ceiling on the side, and sprinkle dust and shoot the side with a pistol - giving the brand new vehicle a well-deserved look. In general, everything worked out smoothly, and the Dodge has since faithfully served Pokryshev himself, who expropriated it from the auto company with a pure heart.
When the colonel taxied to the dispersal zone, the pilots, heated by the battle, had already left their vehicles and were now gathering in a group, exchanging smokes. The approaching colonel was greeted with tired waves of hands - after the third flight of the day there was absolutely no strength left for even formal subordination.
- Well, how? – the commander went on the morning flight with everyone, but since then the situation had changed thirty-three times, and first-hand information could not be replaced by any radio.
“Ahh...” the tall captain with an unshaven face and sunken eyes hopelessly waved his hand. - All the same. Clew.
The front was in limbo - neither defense nor offensive; thanks to the summer weather, it was sometimes necessary to fight four times a day, and at full strength. The main note in the mood of the pilots was: “How long, damn it!”
- Semenov was knocked down on a bend, I saw that guy. There doesn’t seem to be a chevron or a snake, but on the tail there’s a tiny little green rosette, you know?
- What, did you even see the rosette?
- Well! I didn’t hurt him that much, in the face, but I left with a coup...
– Do you think the “yellow” has been repainted again? – Pokryshev smiled sadly. The notorious “Nineteenth Yellow” was, at one time, the scourge of the Leningrad Front and acquired almost legendary properties in folklore.
- And the devil knows... I could, in theory. Kolya, however, pinched one of them.
- Hammer! – the colonel patted the shoulder of a young, embarrassed guy in lieutenant’s uniform. – You are growing gradually!
Sergey Anisimov
Option "Encore"
Pioneer of risky reconstructions
Let me make a reservation right away: I am quite superficially familiar with history in general and military history in particular. Therefore, I sat down to read Sergei Anisimov’s novel “Encore” with a certain skepticism in my soul. Something like the opuses of Suvorov-Rezun was expected, but, unlike the creations of the reforged KGB officer, it did not pretend to be true.
The reality exceeded all expectations. Despite the fact that the novel is replete with technical and historical details, it was read in one breath. It’s strange: the artistic part itself takes up barely a fifth of the text, but come on! It turns out that historical facts can be presented “in school textbook mode,” and this will not be the unspeakable boredom that history textbooks were filled with in the 70s and 80s of the last century. Against! You plunge headlong into the dizzying picture of an alternative World War II, but you don’t get stuck, like in a swamp, listing military units and models of military weapons, but you rush headlong through the plot, empathizing with the heroes and freezing in anticipation of events.
And the events are grandiose. According to Anisimov, the autumn of '44 turned out to be surprisingly unlike reality. I won’t reveal the author’s intention ahead of time - read it for yourself. I will only say that Anisimov managed to fuse into a single whole an alternative historical reconstruction, a techno-thriller and a truly artistic work about the fate of many people in the conditions of a ruthless meat grinder organized by the leaders of totalitarian powers in company with the leaders of the so-called democratic states. Anisimov hardly discusses the values of human life - he simply shows how low other people's lives were valued at that time, and leaves the reader to draw conclusions. Coldly and distantly, he paints pictures of battles, where eighteen-year-old boys and girls go into the thick of it, most often to disappear without a trace. Where twenty-five year olds are considered veterans. Where entire armies serve as bargaining chips for generals and marshals.
But somehow you imperceptibly get used to this world and begin to acutely empathize with both Soviet sailors and tank artillerymen - everyone whose fates run like a dotted line through the novel.
In some ways, Sergei Anisimov’s novel is close in spirit to the works of Vasily Zvyagintsev or, say, “The Chronos River” by Kir Bulychev. But in “Option Encore” much more emphasis is placed not so much on the artistic part, but on the technical and military-strategic. Nevertheless, the literary text itself does not lose out from this at all. On the contrary, the author dared to break into the still little-explored area of fiction, where the line between truth and fiction is so thin and blurred that there is simply no talk of any unambiguous conclusions and judgments.
Pioneers always have the hardest time. But they are remembered forever. I wouldn’t be very surprised if in fifty years the name of Sergei Anisimov and his novel “Encore” will be known to every schoolchild. (Provided, of course, that some educational genius does not include the novel in the compulsory school curriculum - then Sergei Anisimov will be much less well known among schoolchildren.)
And finally, dear readers, I envy you in a good way! Now you will read “Option Encore” FOR THE FIRST TIME. Unfortunately, this is no longer possible for me...
Vladimir Vasiliev,
Option "Encore"
Of course, not every Russian soldier was a murderer or rapist: just most of them.
From a speech by Dr. William Pierce, USA, March 1998
June-July 1944
For a long time, no one associated the events that developed in Europe, which was falling apart, with anything truly significant. Almost until the very beginning of this grandiose turn, not a single analyst on either side was able to predict it. Later, the turn itself began to be called the “Great Try” - by the way, this name was invented by an American, and a civilian at that. In Soviet military circles, for a long time it was called the neutral word “Option” - a term that is not binding to anything and does not cause side associations.
There were facts. There were probably too many of them to leave professional forecasters indifferent, but no one ever put them together into a coherent whole. We are all quick-witted in hindsight, but until a certain moment, the seemingly clear direction of development of events did not bother anyone. Extremely important military information that could have attracted the attention of specialists was simply not interpreted properly - to use very pompous terminology.
In June of forty-four, a sealed package addressed to Colonel Pokryshev arrived at the airfield where the 159th Fighter Aviation Regiment was based - one of many that day and not accompanied by any out-of-the-ordinary secrecy measures or anything like that. However, the contents of the package, opened within the statutory forty-five minutes, forced the colonel to curse so rudely that even the duty officer, who was accustomed to far from gentle expressions, raised his head in surprise. The regiment commander, limping, jumped out of the headquarters house with the roof punctured by shrapnel, jumped into the waiting Dodge, which the regiment habitually called “trophy,” and rushed to the airfield, where one after another the Lavochkins of the squadron returning from a mission were boarding . The Dodge was, of course, American, but the insolent sergeant major of the airfield battalion stole it back in the fall from a tank unit that had stopped nearby, and in the two hours that passed before the angry tank major arrived, they managed to repaint the car, paint a number taken from the ceiling on the side, and sprinkle dust and shoot the side with a pistol - giving the brand new vehicle a well-deserved look. In general, everything worked out smoothly, and the Dodge has since faithfully served Pokryshev himself, who expropriated it from the auto company with a pure heart.
When the colonel taxied to the dispersal zone, the pilots, heated by the battle, had already left their vehicles and were now gathering in a group, exchanging smokes. The approaching colonel was greeted with tired waves of hands - after the third flight of the day there was absolutely no strength left for even formal subordination.
- Well, how? – the commander went on the morning flight with everyone, but since then the situation had changed thirty-three times, and first-hand information could not be replaced by any radio.
“Ahh...” the tall captain with an unshaven face and sunken eyes hopelessly waved his hand. - All the same. Clew.
The front was in limbo - neither defense nor offensive; thanks to the summer weather, it was sometimes necessary to fight four times a day, and at full strength. The main note in the mood of the pilots was: “How long, damn it!”
- Semenov was knocked down on a bend, I saw that guy. There doesn’t seem to be a chevron or a snake, but on the tail there’s a tiny little green rosette, you know?
- What, did you even see the rosette?
- Well! I didn’t hurt him that much, in the face, but I left with a coup...
– Do you think the “yellow” has been repainted again? – Pokryshev smiled sadly. The notorious “Nineteenth Yellow” was, at one time, the scourge of the Leningrad Front and acquired almost legendary properties in folklore.
- And the devil knows... I could, in theory. Kolya, however, pinched one of them.
- Hammer! – the colonel patted the shoulder of a young, embarrassed guy in lieutenant’s uniform. – You are growing gradually!
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