Everything is strange and mysteriously in the writer’s life – great literate intellect, rapid growth of creative career, wide acceptation and catastrophic sudden death apart from the Motherland, in India, before his 50th birthday. His prose was written about by prestigious Kazakh and Moscow critics, they were translated by Y. Dombrosky, G. Belger, A. Kim, R. Seysenbayev, B. Momyshuly, V. Miroglov. Plays were performed in the theaters. He also was different awards laureate. O.Bokey’s storybooks were wide published in Moscow.
His creation’s beginning is «Skazaniye o matter Aypare» and «Kamchiger». These are triumph and sorrowful stories about Great steppe, stories about nomads’ history and culture. Back to days of Dzhungars’ invasion, author together with tobykty tribe’s mother Aypara cries and resents about loss of nation’s unity and it’s spiritual poverty. «Our steppe, as mother of all batyrs, last shelter and farewell song… Kazakh grows cattle, but not people…» As in «Slovo o polku Igoreve» is told that «the closest is wrong». That is why enemies wins and batyrs like Kamchiger become thieves and lose their authority.
Bokey was asked once if he believed that the problem of saving people’s individuality would be solved. The answer was definite: he didn’t. And this idea always marked in Bokey’s creation.
His characters are mainly hermits, dreamers and associates. Among them there are protesters. In all characters variety the most significant is Aktan’s figure, whose nickname was Human-Deer. Narrator explains this nickname as his childhood love to deers. Fortune makes Aktan orphan in soul: his father lost on way home from war, Aktan became responsible for his dumb mother, horse Beloglazy and whole village Arshaky, which he agreed to guard. He had heavy thoughts about meaning of life based on loneliness and alienation. «Despite I can’t think and cry, I will live on my own and never deny my freedom». Life experience of Aktan is completed and clarified by other characters, which are very similar to Bokey’s literate world.
Why does evil defile people’s souls too easy, that devil, performed by cruel old man Konkay, doesn’t doubt «Man can go back to primitive wildness and make fun of «genius» concept»?
Why does character of O.Bokey, who understands «steppe’s sorrow» and vain of his labour life, suddenly get the idea that «world is lonely and helpless as man does»? There is no owner of the world, who can run it. World is – abandoned and random.
`Isn’t it because soul drama in mechanic XX century overlies not only every steppe, but also live man in the world? May be becoming faster and faster way of social development pull them out of life, and make them unnecessary with old conscience and love to truth. Catastrophe.
As a result – loneliness, fraternization with horse and deer, sand and mountains, forests and steppes. From here there is bifurcate man’s consciousness, who doubt the main human values: love, family, brotherhood among nations.
Bokey is strict author, who didn’t use idyl and melodramatic effects. In Soviet times he faced the truth, and this aspiration found its place in new historical epoch.
His last interview in 1993 is thought to be frank and strict. Demonstrating world rotting «by the evolution of human consciousness», he wants to explain his heroes propensity to solitude as wish of personal freedom, as «demanding wish to keep inside that purity given by God».
Writer thinks that man differs from animal by the only «negative superiority» – he understands moral opposition of good and evil. But people is «no more than element in harmonic chain of Nature. And if it would be cut, nothing is lost».
However, Bokey’s heroes are able to feel themselves and become a part of nature staying people, not animals. The essence is in awareness the necessity in harmony not natural, but human, spiritual.
He created his own literate world to overcome endless soul nostalgia, which loses its spiritual motherland. «Writing, I find light in dark lonely night», – accepts O. Bokey. We feel the same dipping in his prose, don’t we? Don’t go away, stay with us, Human-Deer!