Thus the first story, "Mary of Cork" (published in 1925) traces the liberation struggle of the Irish from the English yoke. The Englishman left. Dissension between veterans are emerging, some favoring a composition with the British power, others outright rejection. The weapons are included. The dead of the Civil War accumulate. Mary is in the camp opposite to that of her husband and will not hesitate to use their son to commit parricide.
The second new "Makhno and his Jewish" (published in 1926) tells the story of a hetman in Ukraine, led by an extraordinary hatred, leader of a band of outlaws, eager to plunder and murder. Makhno really existed. Kessel had heard at that time between the wars, that Makhno had fled to Paris and that he did not like what was said Kessel against him. The author replied. He does not fear the fight. Really not.
The third and final new "Tea Captain Sogoub" (published in 1926) shows us two Russian exiles environments; those of 1905 and those after the Revolution - opposing camps. Yet Sogoub cold, seeks solace. Kessel was known to her parents.
What a mother who committed his son to a parricide, a slaughterer, a vile and downgraded they deserve the honor of being categorized "pure in heart"?
Joseph Kessel explains:
"(...) The massive events, block sufferings to the imagination or pity imperfectly and an abstract. To be alive our love or our horror require a singular example. We are so made the face of a crying child affects us more than learning death by hunger of an entire province.
Or travel and friendships formed in the nightlife gave me pathetic illustrations of poverty and heroism that lives our time. Its disorder and its terrors are not in fact without grandeur. She, in many men, freed instincts whatsoever, from the noble to the meanest. And an instinct, if net Alloys, always has something strong, virgin who commands admiration. There is in him that purity of animals and plants that can acquire our finest feelings.
The hearts are pure instinctive entirely any moral concept, pure in the manner of a wine, a stone or a poison, pure by their violence and integrity. "
The reader is invited to read also, in addition to this book, the autobiographical account of Kessel, "Friend, do you hear ....
