is always approaching, so he says, mother, let us help you, the literary work of grigor tyutyunnyk felle beginning of the 60s, during the so -called khrushchev thaw, when sprouts appeared in people hopes for democratization, wrote in his native shilivka, in kyiv, in... bnakh in manulivka. why did he become a reader's favorite and popular from his first novels? because people waited for an honest word of truth, and that expectation came true. in the works of the tobacconist, if there is still any left in literature authority in society, and the word of a writer still carries something, so we owe this to several ukrainian writers, and one of the first here is hryhor chyuchyunnyk, hryhor chyuchyunnyk, who returned authority to the ukrainian word, hryhor chyuchudnnyk, who is truly great in... ukrainian the writer, grihyr chyutyunnyk, who always stood in defense of man. once, i spoke with foreigners, literary experts, and dmytro zatonskyi, who read the story, fooled hryhor chyutyunnik. he said, "this is classic existentialism." and you try it interpreted from some populist positions, portray

this is grigor tyutyunnyk.i perceive what surrounds me and what is happening around me, first with my feelings, with my heart, and then i realize it with my mind, that is, i suffer twice for the same reason, my god, how difficult it is - grigoriy correctly wrote in a letter to kharkiv, your heart is unprotected, at night you dreamed of the whole of ukraine, the image of ukraine, from long ago and to this day. lubny, sula river. it was here that grihyr tyutyunnyk found the creative and mental balance he so longed for. in the family of his good friend , the photo artist volodymyr bilous, where he found a kindred spirit, mr. volodymyr's little daughter, oksana. it seemed to me that in our family, in addition to dad and mom, there is... there is also such an uncle grisha, such a second dad, a dad who came, and it was always a holiday, and for me , well, he wasn’t just my dad’s friend, he was a person i looked up to, ryger mykhailovych loved children terribly, maybe because they knew how to listen, we could just wal