I have been surrounded by poetry since childhood. Despite the fact that his father was a geologist, he wrote poetry all his life. And he instilled this love in me. The decision to become a poet came unexpectedly. We lived in Moscow during the war. When the Germans were approaching the capital, my mother sent me into evacuation to Siberia. I rode the train for four months, starving.
I had to beg. At the stations, you had to read poetry for a piece of bread. And during one of the stops, some woman, hearing me, burst into tears and broke off half a loaf of bread. And when she read more, she broke off half of her remaining half, and licked the crumbs that were left from her palm with her tongue. That's when I realized what I should do in life.
I was taught to confess for those who do not write poetry themselves.
– Many years ago, an event happened that changed my life: my first poem was published in the newspaper “Soviet Sport”. At that time I was not yet 16 years old, I didn’t even have a passport.
The publishing house was located at Lubyanka Square, and I brought my poems there. The editor read them carefully and told me: “Your poems, boy, are very bad! You yourself will laugh at them someday. But you are very capable and I believe in you. We must be filled with intelligence and understanding that poetry is not just dumbbells with which we now play. A verse is a confession. And you yourself must confess to others and confess for those people who do not write poetry themselves - who would like to speak out, but God did not give them this gift. And you have it. And in order to understand that these poems are bad, you need to publish them.”
And they were published. What a delight I felt at this! I bought all the newspapers that I came across and gave them to all passers-by! My poems were really terribly funny. And as that editor told me then, “you just have to write all the best things,” and that’s how it happened.
I dress the way I want and love to eat delicious food
- I know some people are annoyed by my extravagant clothes, but I dress the way I want. I grew up in Siberia surrounded by prison quilted jackets and soldier’s camouflage, so I love bright colors. I love to eat delicious food, I love lard, but I can’t have it - I’m taking care of my health.
I remember during the war years, when the only hot food available was empty boiling water, I ate such wonderful potatoes in vegetable oil with cabbage leaves from speculators at the station. They shouted to me: “Thief!” I took it without asking. But I’m not a thief, I even had money, but when I saw this bulb, I couldn’t restrain myself. I haven't smoked for 24 years. I like to play ping-pong, travel, I would like to strum the guitar, but my hearing is bad...
I only need two things: work and love
- It's very simple - I'm happy and loving person. One American writer, I can’t remember his last name, I once admitted that the most difficult thing in life is to be able to love. They say that many people live and do not know what love is. I then became curious: “What is this?” He replied: "Love is a sacred fever." You know, I agree with him.
In fact, only a madman can stay at the level of sacred fever. It is replaced by tenderness, which I call reasonable passion. These feelings have always been the engines of my creativity. My wife says that I only need two things in life: work and love. Couldn't have said it better! It is important for me to have paper at hand where I can express my thoughts, and next to the woman I adore. My love can be poured out on other things: I can’t live without reading books, watching good movies, going to the theater. I love football!
If you love a person and he gets carried away, you need to tell him this to his face
– Robert (Rozhdestvensky – ed.) wrote wonderful poems just before his death. At one time he fell into the clutches of our nascent pop song. What he wrote was not always good. They even tried to quarrel with him because of this.
I wrote him a very personal letter, in which I expressed everything I thought about him. There was nothing offensive there. But if you love a person and see that he is a little carried away, you need to tell him this to his face. This is what we did when we studied at the Literary Institute. We tested each other on our knowledge of poets' poems, especially those that were banned. God knows what was exaggerated from my letter to Robert.
Fortunately, he youngest daughter Ksenia saved it. It was hard for him to read this, but we did not quarrel.
The Motherland is you and me, and we must be responsible for everything
- You see, so is the homeland. Living being. It consists of women, children, people we have met in life. Homeland is not a set of political slogans and phrases. Love for one's homeland is not love for political system. This is not even a love of nature (although nature is also a living being), but first of all it is people. I have these lines about my homeland, I hope they will be very important for many, I will even quote:
Do not make an idol from your homeland
But don’t rush to be her guide.
Thank you for feeding you
But don't thank me on my knees.
She herself is largely to blame
And we are all to blame together with her
Deifying Russia is vulgar
But it’s even more vulgar to despise her.Of course, some hypocrite will say: “How is this possible: the homeland is also largely to blame?” But the homeland is you and me! And we must be responsible for everything, both for what happened in the past and for what is now. And only then will we have responsibility for the future.
For a long time I could not read poetry in an Orthodox church
– I read poetry in churches of all faiths. Simply - everyone. I even once read poetry on a minaret in Turkey, for which the mullah was removed, just as the editor was removed in 1962.” Literary newspaper“Valery Kosolapov for the publication of my “Babi Yar”.
But read the poems in Orthodox church to me for a long time it didn't work out. I even made this request to Patriarch Alexy II during a personal meeting. I knew that he liked my poems, he often went to my performances. But he did not agree to give permission. For example, he said that in the Orthodox church there are no benches for listeners. Nothing, I read in the Washington Cathedral, the entire American government stood there. No, he said, we don’t have such a tradition. But you sing chants in churches. Why can't my poems be read? My poems are read by priests, even quoted in sermons.
The curse of the century is haste,
And the man, wiping off his sweat,
He rushes through life like a pawn,
I accidentally got into time trouble.
They drink hastily, they love hastily,
And then the soul repents,
They hastily beat, hastily destroy,
And then they repent in a hurry...And yet I am. He largely owed his salvation and rebirth to my nanny Nyura. He is in Tula region, close to Yasnaya Polyana, near the village of Tyoploye.
Nyura was born and lived there. At one time she was a nanny in our family in Moscow. Then in Moscow there were many housekeepers, girls from the provinces. During the war years, she returned to Tyoploe to her sick sister and actually saved the St. Iveron Church there. When the Germans were there, they kept their motorcycles in the temple.
When our people returned, they set up a potato storage facility there.
And Nyura hid church icons in her place, even married men and women who kept Orthodox faith, although no one gave her permission to do so. The people called this church “Nyurin Temple”. And so its rector, Father Valentin, one of the dispossessed, decided to take a risk and invited me to read poetry in the church of my nanny, my Arina Rodionovna. It was May 24th.
They showed me five darkened icons that my nanny saved. And I began my speech with poems about her: “Beyond the buckwheat field, audible to me even in New York, in a not lush cemetery in a thinned out forest, a fresh cross, not dejected, above my nanny Nyura stands on brown clay, not complaining to Moscow...”
The Metropolitan and Archimandrite were not at this meeting of mine, but they conveyed their blessing.
It is wrong that I am treated only as a political poet
– It is wrong that I am interpreted only as a political poet. I have published big volume poems about love “No Years”. My first poem, thanks to which I became famous, is “This is what happens to me.” Is there anyone in Russia who doesn’t know him? It was copied by hand. And my first song was also about love, now it is performed as a folk song, which is the highest compliment - “Ah, I have enough gentlemen, but I have no good love.”
But I could publish a volume of civilian poems. I don't like the word “political”. Still, “civil poetry” sounds better. Real civic poems can touch upon political topics, but they are higher than current policy, although they may be based on current moments. For example, I am very happy that I captured some historical moments in his poems, and from them, in general, one can study history.
Look for the national idea in classical literature
- It’s bad if people don’t have ideals. But even if good ideas become an ideology, they turn into a cage where they are locked human souls. A national idea cannot be artificially “created” - it must be born on its own...
Read the classics more often! IN classical literature, in Russian and Ukrainian, and are contained national ideas! If young people do not know all our historical tragedies by heart, they will unwittingly repeat them. But idealizing history is just as criminal as spitting on it. There is no need to invent any new “isms,” but rather there should be as many decent people in Ukraine and Russia as possible.
A poet should try to change the world
– A poet must come into this world with the belief that he is able to change it. It seems to me that anyone should experience this feeling, especially when they are young. If you look through the entire history of mankind, it turns out that we have preserved our conscience only thanks to great art.
Even the Bible is, on the one hand, a religious book, but, on the other hand, it is poetic text. IN literary form it expresses a number of thoughts uttered for the first time. The first poetry in the world is lullabies our mothers. Therefore, in art there is always something close and dear, maternal.
Humanity should have the same attitude towards art, similar to the gratitude of children to their spiritual parents. But this, in my opinion, is still lacking today. People have become lazy and avoid difficult things.
Evgeny Yevtushenko. After death there remains something greater than us...
Humiliation and fear
They force us to be dust,
The light of God is extinguished in souls.
If we forget our pride,
We'll just be gray dust
Under the wheels of carriages.
You can throw a body into a cage,
So that it doesn't fly away
High above the clouds
And the soul through the cage to God
It will still find its way,
Light as a feather.
Life and death are the two main things.
Who is there in vain slandering death?
Death is often more tender than life.
Teach me, Almighty,
If death comes in silently,
Smile quietly at her.
Help me, Lord,
Overcome everything
Don't hide the stars in the window,
Grant, Lord,
A loaf of bread - for crumbs for the pigeons.
The body is cold and sick,
It burns and smolders on the fires,
Decays in the darkness.
But the soul still doesn’t give up.
After death remains
Something bigger than us.
We remain in bits and pieces:
Some with a book, some with a sigh,
Some with a song, some with a child,
But even in these crumbs,
Somewhere further in the future,
By dying we live.
What, soul, will you tell God,
What will you bring to his doorstep?
Will he send you to heaven or to hell?
We are all guilty of something
But he is afraid of retribution,
Who is least to blame?
Help me, Lord,
Overcome everything
Don't hide the stars in the window,
Grant, Lord,
A loaf of bread - for crumbs for the pigeons.
On April 1, 2017, Yevgeny Yevtushenko died. Meduza literary critic Galina Yuzefovich talks about Yevtushenko, the poet’s role in Russian culture, and the generation of the sixties, now completely consigned to history.
In the last 20 years, the figure of Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko caused a certain feeling of awkwardness: an extravagant-looking old man in crazy shiny jackets, clown caps and with homemade bags over his shoulder, loudly and affectedly reading his own poems, so old-fashioned and excessive.
People loved to remember Yevtushenko famous phrase Brodsky (“If Yevtushenko is against collective farms, then I am for it”), as a poet it was customary to compare him with his peer and comrade Andrei Voznesensky (always in favor of the latter), and his half-century, since 1963, nomination for the Nobel Prize seemed barely Isn't it a misunderstanding? He was accused of endless self-promotion, devaluing even the most courageous actions - such as interceding for dissidents Yuri Daniel and Alexander Solzhenitsyn, publishing the scandalous poem “Babi Yar” or the poem “Tanks Are Walking Through Prague,” dedicated to the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia in 1968. He was often and willingly (although, it seems, quite unfoundedly) accused of collaborating with the KGB - it seemed suspicious that for so many years Yevtushenko had been such an emissary Soviet Union traveled freely around the world, establishing friendly relations with political leaders from President Nixon to Fidel Castro. In a word, in last years We tried to perceive Yevtushenko in best case scenario like a curiosity.
That's all true - since the collapse of the Soviet Union, Yevtushenko gradually turned into a grotesque and even inappropriate person. After 1991, when he, as a deputy Supreme Council The USSR resolutely opposed the State Emergency Committee; its lyrical and political star no longer rose. The poet-tribune, who actually spoke on behalf of the huge voiceless mass, disappeared - or, rather, ceased to be needed due to the acquisition of a voice by that very mass, turning into a slightly funny, slightly sad anachronism. The most “advanced”, fashionable and relevant of the generation of the sixties, he found himself in least degree in demand in the new reality.
And this, of course, is no coincidence. Nothing goes out of date faster than trendy items. Unlike his lyrical, personal, much more rooted in the thickness of language and therefore much less susceptible to the influence of time peers - Okudzhava, Akhmadullina, Voznesensky, Yevtushenko was flesh of the sixties - the era of semi-freedom, vague hopes, great construction projects and the total triumph of metaphor as expressive facilities.
Czech poet and Nobel laureate Yaroslav Seifert wrote in 1984: “There are countries and peoples who find exponents for their questions and answers among wise and sensitive thinkers. Sometimes this role is played by journalists and media mass media. In our country, the national spirit seeks its most effective embodiment in poets. This path suits us best because of the poet’s ability to use metaphor, to express what is key, indirectly, in a way that is opaque to other people’s eyes.” He is echoed by another Nobel laureate, a Pole Czeslaw Milosz: “Since the Second World War, poetry has become the only way expressions for many." Yevtushenko was precisely such a poet—not an artist of words, but primarily an exponent and relay of meanings important for the country as a whole and for each of its inhabitants in particular.
He, like no one else, knew how to balance on the edge of what was permitted, with some kind of literally sixth sense knowing where this line lay, and never crossing it. He argued with the leaders (for example, his fearless participation in the controversy surrounding the already mentioned poem “Babi Yar”, which Khrushchev disliked terribly), is known), being - or at least considering himself - one of them. By the way, the arrogant need for contact with the elite, the firm belief that the poet has the right to speak with strongmen of the world this on an equal footing was not alien to Yevtushenko’s absolute antagonist Joseph Brodsky: after the so-called Leningrad airplane affair (a group of Jewish dissident conscientious objectors then tried to hijack a plane to Israel), he did not hesitate to write a letter to Brezhnev asking him to pardon its participants. And it was very much in the spirit of the times: as Yevtushenko himself wrote a little later in his pompous and official poem “ Bratsk hydroelectric power station“,” “a poet in Russia is more than a poet” - at least that’s what it seemed to many, if not all, at the time.
Whatever Yevtushenko was talking about—the construction of the Bratsk hydroelectric power station, the assassination of Martin Luther King, or the military coup in Chile—he always responded to the vague vibrations in the air. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was through Yevtushenko in the late 50s, 60s and 70s that the nerve of time passed, and when this nerve moved to another area, the poet was unable to change the frequency and retune to a new wave. The most passionate, bright and uncompromising representative of the generation of the sixties, it is precisely because of this that Yevgeny Yevtushenko turned out to be unacceptable for us today.
Now interest in the Thaw era is returning. Series " Mysterious passion“, the “Thaw” exhibition at the Central House of Artists and other discussed cultural phenomena actualize and return this strange, mirageous, naive and in its own way very nice time to the discussion field. In this context, Yevgeny Yevtushenko remained an overstaying guest for a long time: his presence among us did not allow the holiday to end, and the era of the sixties to finally depart into the past, thus becoming an object of tenderness, sympathy, and simply impartial, detached consideration. And now, when Evgeniy Alexandrovich is no longer there, perhaps the irritation and awkwardness towards him will be replaced by much lighter, fairer and unbiased feelings. The time of the sixties will finally truly end, and Yevtushenko himself will take his place in the host of his departed heroes - romantics, liars, passionaries and opportunists. And this place will certainly be honorable and important.
The poet died, but did not leave our memory, about whom I do not advise judging not by his contemporaries, but by today’s people who “stumble,” as they say, “out of the blue,” unable to withstand the tests of the temptations of the bourgeois “sweet” life.
Here are selected passages from an article by Yegor Kholmogorov.
“Yevtushenko was something like a microwave oven now - a thing that seemed unnecessary, and in some ways even harmful for food...”
But it warms up instantly! Who among today's “songwriters” is capable of this?
“It seemed to me that it was self-evident that Yevtushenko was such a peripheral phenomenon for great Russian literature that he would go away and dissipate by itself. That he is doomed to this ever since his function as a visiting official remained unclaimed.”
What happened? An incomplete confession: Yevtushenko is not a “peripheral... phenomenon”!
“Suddenly it turned out that there are a considerable number of people who treasure in the depths of their souls, under their hearts, Yevtushenko’s lines - from “Winter Station”, “This is what is happening to me...” or about the alder earring. And they really consider these texts to be “real poetry.”
The reader, thank God, is not a critic - he is touched not by the words of “real poetry”, by the words of his contemporary, but he is indifferent to high poetry, for example, the “Nobel” Brodsky.
“While the Americans, under the slogan “there are things more important than the world“The Russians won the Cold War, under the spells (rude and incorrect! - V.K.) of Kolmanovsky on the words of Yevtushenko, they lost it, breaking their own will.”
The Cold War has not yet ended and the time has not yet come to determine the winner in the first round of a hot “meeting” in the ring of history.
What reconciles me, who grew up on the periphery of the Union as a contemporary of Yevtushenko, with the capital-happy Yegor Kholmogorov, is his confession: “And he died full of days in the USA, but at the same time revered in his homeland, where he asked to be buried next to Pasternak. An honor well deserved by both.”
My note does not pretend to evaluate Yevtushenko’s work, these are simply memories from that time that involuntarily surfaced from memory after the poet’s “departure.”
I was lucky enough to meet Yevgeny Yevtushenko, not with himself, but with his loud, jumping out of the entire Soviet way of life, fame in Europe in the quiet, provincially cozy capital of Denmark - Copenhagen. Finnish shipbuilders in the wonderful town of Rauma did something clever with the assembly of the Danish diesel engine “Burmeister and Wein” - the main engine of our tanker “Anapa” and warranty repairs were done to us at the alma mater of the master of the world-famous company of the same name.
On the bank of one of the canals of Copenhagen, in the factory workshop, there was then a world artifact: a working single-cylinder, 3 floors high, the world's first diesel engine, and in the museum of the Burmeister and Wein shipyard, among hundreds of models of its ships - the imperial yacht " Standard" (laid down on October 1, 1893), built by decree Alexandra III. When the yacht was launched on March 21, 1895, Tsarevich Nikolai Alexandrovich was present along with the Crowned Parents.
Only the fourth team of artisans found the right way alignment of the diesel piston group, which took almost a month, which gave us a lot of interesting things: from a trip to Elsinore Castle, exploring the museums and parks of Copenhagen, to a meeting-match with the volleyball team of the Soviet embassy.
We also paid attention to Andersen’s famous “The Little Mermaid” (Dan Lille Havfrue, literally translated as “The Sea Lady”) by the Danish sculptor Edward Eriksen. It was opened on August 23, 1913 - the last year of peace in Europe, which was sitting on a powder keg, but outwardly serene. Fortunately, the time of year of our stay in Copenhagen, somewhat similar to Odessa, was in October, during the golden autumn.
To say that football was popular in the Soviet Union would be to say nothing about that Great love people to the “game of millions”! Our team in 1960, although in the absence of the teams from England, Belgium, Germany, Italy, Holland and Sweden, won the 1st European Football Championship. And when we learned that in London, at Wembley Stadium, on October 23, 1963, a match would take place - the world team against the England team, four fans of our Anapa tanker, led by a senior mechanic, turned to the company management with request to give us the opportunity to watch the “match of the century”, in which the goal of the world team will be defended by the famous goalkeeper Lev Yashin.
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The Danes themselves are passionate fans: we had to observe how much interest the traditional friendly football match between the Denmark and Sweden national teams aroused in Copenhagen, and how Swedes who had arrived here by ferry walked through the city in crowds.
The company satisfied our request with the most in a simple way: I instructed one of my employees to invite us to her home, in a city apartment, to watch the match on TV, and at the same time arrange a light dinner. The Danish family, husband and wife (two children were prudently sent to their grandparents), tried to do everything to ensure that we remembered our visit to them not only by watching the match.
We talked a lot, of course, within the limits of our modest knowledge of the English language, in its “maritime” version, but we understood each other well. The hostess, a young Danish woman, turned out to be a fan of Russian poetry and the talent gaining worldwide fame, our “Soviet” poet Yevtushenko. She proudly showed us a collection of Yevtushenko's poems, translated into English.
Yevtushenko was then, as they say, well known in the Union, but among us, yesterday’s cadets, and now graduates of the Odessa naval school, he did not enjoy, as they say, success: his famous epigrams were more known. I remember well, in the style of Nekrasov’s poem: “Who lives well in Rus'? / Khrushchev, Brezhnev / the rest as before.” Dolmatovsky: “You, Evgeniy, I, Evgeniy, I am not a genius, you are not a genius...” And something completely hooligan about Vera Inber...
I remember his autobiographical essay about his arrival in Moscow, as if on another planet, after a long stay in Siberia. I also remember fragmentary lines from his poems: “... and I, fair-haired, fair-haired, / was born at Zima station / I am Russian, but not only Russian / our whole land is my mother”; “...ah, these white palms of uniquely black hands.”
And, of course, his heartfelt poems: “Do Russians want war,” written on the 20th anniversary of the start of the war - such a fresh wound on the body of the people, the country. Kolmanovsky’s song to these poems dedicated to Mark Bernes, in his own unique performance, was iconic in that long cold war, which, by and large, humanly speaking - the hope for the victory of life on earth, was won, after all, by us - Russians, not Americans.
Yevtushenko’s poem “Lieutenant Golitsyn” and this song performed by Alexander Malinin also became iconic, this time in an era no less difficult than the war, an era of changing fate of the people and the country, although the poet himself changed his place of residence in the year of the collapse of the USSR, leaving for the USA and thereby answering his own question: “Why do we, lieutenant, need foreign land?”
It seems unfair that Joseph Brodsky’s review, given in an interview in 1972 and published only in October 2013: “extremely negative about Yevtushenko as a poet and a person”: “Yevtushenko? You know, it’s not that simple. He, of course, is a poet very bad..." (Wikipedia). In the words of the laureate Nobel Prize sounds simple human feeling envy of Yevtushenko’s wide popularity throughout the world.
Not a single line of the Russian poet I. Brodsky, who, as they say in Odessa: “was a poet,” was left in the memory of the Russian people, but Yevtushenko will remain in it, in our history, because he kept pace with his times, was "in Russia there is more than a poet."
Yevtushenko loved football very much, wrote a lot about it, and our viewing of the match, in which the English failed to score against Lev Yashin in the entire first half, was marked by the love of the lady of the house for the poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko.
We then joked about the British that they asked the coach of the world team to replace Yashin in the second half, which they won with a score of 2:1. The owner of the house took photographs, which were later brought to us in an envelope with the Burmeister and Wein brand name.
Like this on long years remained in my memory as a bright window of memory about an admirer of the Russian poet - a Danish woman from Copenhagen, who, probably, like millions of people around the world - contemporaries of our generation, will greet with sadness this sad news about the death of Yevgeny Yevtushenko - “an agitator, a loudmouth, a leader ", speaking the language of his favorite poet Vladimir Mayakovsky.
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Rudovsky
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Re: In memory of Evgeny Yevtushenko
2017-04-20 at 17:17
Specifically according to Baklanov - when during perestroika the moment was ripe to imagine the Russian man in the image of a fellow soldier in greased boots, in a blouse, narrow-minded and always drunk, looking for where to let the fluff out of the Jewish feather bed by staging a nice pogrom, Baklanov came up with the right time by publishing an anonymous letter with threats" final decision Jewish question"True, at that time there was still a Soviet policeman who managed to identify an anonymous person who was sending provocative letters threatening Jews on behalf of the “Russian organization”. This anonymous person turned out to be a certain Arkady Norinsky. (c)
Well, I guessed right and guessed right. K - conjuncture. Or, forgive the anglicism, x -
hype. There is hardly any depth in this sacred meaning. But maybe there is...
No, we are talking about Yuri Afanasyev (interregional deputy group). He was Trotsky's great-nephew. (With)
Great-nephew... Isn't it a little thin?..
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Well, an economist. Soros is also an “economist”. (With)
In terms of? Yavlinsky worked as an economist for many years. Economist by education. He gained fame not as a publicist, lawyer or historian, but as an economist. And I started performing quite late; by that time everything had already been “safely” rebuilt.
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You make me smile again. Remember the scene from the movie “Mimino” when Mizandari calls to Telavi, and he was given a phone number in Telavi? Here is Mizandari talking (and singing) with Okudzhava from Telaviv in the film. (With)
Yes, the strongest argument, yes.
Don’t doubt it either about Shokhin and Starovoytova (although there is no 100% guarantee - anything can happen). (With)
I still doubt it.
There is not one in Russia smart person, and if there is someone, it will certainly be a Jew, or with Jewish blood. (With)
Didn't hint. I have never heard such a phrase before.
:) You know, Lenin was not always right. One counterexample refutes this claim - Lomonosov. (With)
In my opinion, hundreds of thousands of examples refute this statement.
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Answer to 12., Rudovsky:
2017-04-20 at 15:05
(c) Baklanov - is this the one who published Bulgakov and Tvardovsky in Znamya? A terrible pest, yes. Simply public enemy number one.
Rudovsky, increased sarcasm can lead to stomach ulcers.
Specifically according to Baklanov - when during perestroika the moment was ripe to imagine the Russian man in the image of a fellow soldier in greased boots, in a blouse, narrow-minded and always drunk, looking for where to let the fluff out of the Jewish feather bed by staging a nice pogrom, Baklanov came up with the right time by publishing an anonymous letter with threats of a “final solution to the Jewish question.” True, at that time there was still a Soviet policeman who managed to identify an anonymous person who was sending provocative letters threatening Jews on behalf of the “Russian organization.” This anonymous person turned out to be a certain Arkady Norinsky. There was even a trial and he was given a suspended sentence. But the most remarkable thing is that Baklanov, “who published Bulgakov and Tvardovsky,” did not find it necessary to publish a message about the anonymous author and ask readers to apologize for the hysteria and the posting of an obviously provocative letter in the magazine.
Viktor Afanasyev (are you talking about him?) that’s it special treatment has nothing to do with Jewry
No, we are talking about Yuri Afanasyev (interregional deputy group). He was Trotsky's great-nephew. Co-Chairman of the Movement " Democratic Russia"(then left the Movement along with Marina Salye, Leonid Batkin, Yuri Burtin and Bela Denisenko - when there were too many Russians in the movement).
Yavlinsky is an economist.
Well, an economist. Soros is also an “economist”.
Armenian-Georgian Okudzhava. Yes, a real Jewish liberal...
You make me smile again. Remember the scene from the movie “Mimino” when Mizandari calls to Telavi, and he was given a phone number in Telavi? Here is Mizandari talking (and singing) with Okudzhava from Telaviv in the film.
Don’t doubt it either about Shokhin and Starovoytova (although there is no 100% guarantee - anything can happen).
Then I understood this: you are hinting at Lenin’s phrase:
There is not a single smart person in Russia, and if there is someone, he will certainly be a Jew, or with Jewish blood.
:) You know, Lenin was not always right. One counterexample refutes this claim - Lomonosov.
12.
Rudovsky
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Re: In memory of Evgeny Yevtushenko
2017-04-20 at 08:47
Korotich, Baklanov, Chernichenko, Afanasyev, Yavlinsky, Shokhin, Sobchak, Borovik, Granin, Okudzhava, Starovoitova (c)
Baklanov - is this the one who published Bulgakov and Tvardovsky in Znamya? A terrible pest, yes. Simply public enemy number one.
Viktor Afanasyev (are you talking about him?) has no special relationship to Jewry, and besides the general mistakes against the background of glasnost, he tried, in general, not only to shock the population, but also to find the truth.
Yavlinsky is an economist. Moreover, he is by no means an enemy of the system, since he proposed in one of his scientific publications get rid of the vicious practices of semi-control of enterprises and either give them the freedom to form a product range (which was also advocated by Minister Pavlov - well, the same Pavlov who saved besieged Leningrad and was Minister of Food Industry and Minister of Economy in the 50s; You won’t suspect him of being liberal?), or vice versa, rigidly and centrally, on the basis complex algorithms control everything from above (implying the ability to find the optimum, having all the necessary statistics). Very perestroika-like, hahaha. And in general, he became famous at the very, very end of the 80s.
In general, Yavlinsky did not do anything wrong. Unless it merged rather indistinctly at the end of 90, well, that’s a separate story.
Who do we have next? Armenian-Georgian Okudzhava. Yes, a real Jewish liberal...
What does Shokhin have to do with this - I don’t understand at all; Starovoitova - yes, Evg "eiskaya surname, G" Abinovich and Shutsman are resting :)
No, descendant, you are certainly right that Jewish intellectuals (not always Jews) played a certain role. You are certainly right that their share in certain organizations or movements was disproportionately high (which, by the way, is quite easy to explain; and I am ready to explain if you are willing to listen; although you can study the issue yourself and look at the statistics on proportion of people with higher education in general and with academic degrees in particular). But why put everyone on the list of “Jewish superintendents”? :) and why exaggerate their influence?
As for the destructive role of Korotich, no one argues with this. Which does not negate the fact that he has accurate comments and smart thoughts.
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Descendant of subjects of Emperor Nicholas II
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Answer to 10., Rudovsky:
2017-04-19 at 20:33
Once again - slowly, syllable by syllable:
I just pointed out that the “fashion” for trashing the USSR was set by the Jewish foremen of perestroika. That's what they proudly called themselves. These are, for example, Korotich, Baklanov, Chernichenko, Afanasiev, Yavlinsky, Shokhin, Sobchak, Borovik, Granin, Okudzhava, Starovoitova and more, and more, and more.
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Rudovsky
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Re: In memory of Evgeny Yevtushenko
2017-04-19 at 19:20
What kind of Jewish foremen are there? :) what are you speaking about? :)
Look at domestic policy, on economic insanity, on military and diplomatic miscalculations, on the delegitimization of the CPSU and other Komsomols - the participation of Jews there is very small. Namely, it was all this (and not some kind of hemming and hawing) that eventually led the country to collapse.
Gorbachev. Yakovlev. Shevardnadze. Afanasiev. Maslennikov. Malgin
The list of these figures (politicians, managers, media editors (!) and journalists, economists) can be continued for a very long time. The share of Jews there is probably slightly higher than the share of the entire population, but by no means 25% (as was the case at certain stages in the history of the USSR).
And note: there were also adequate figures. Slyunkov from Belarus is gold, not a person (judging purely by economic indicators).
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Descendant of subjects of Emperor Nicholas II
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Answer to 8., Rudovsky:
2017-04-19 at 14:27
What was that, Rudovsky?
I just responded to your statement about the “fashion” during perestroika to trash the USSR by pointing out that this fashion was set by the Jewish perestroika foremen, who had Yevtushenko as an apprentice.
You are VAKing here all the time, but if in this mode of attributing to your opponent what he did not say, you are defending dissertations that you recognize, then you can also defend the topic “Grace absorbed by open chakras.”
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Rudovsky
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Re: In memory of Evgeny Yevtushenko
2017-04-19 at 09:56
Descendant of subjects of Emperor Nicholas II
Dadada, descendant, that’s how it all happened: 10-12 Jews gathered and destroyed the great empire! How insidious they are, these Jews, yes, horror, horror... “ashtriset” (almost shaking)!
I have nothing to do with Korotich. But there were no pogroms against Jews in 1991 (note: the popular idea is that the revolutions of 1917 were also controlled by bloody Jews with bony little hands, but at that time anti-Semitism flourished wildly: they were expelled, shot, closed, demolished; n - inconsistency).
I understand that it is fashionable to look for a Jewish trace in everything and it is fashionable to blame all your personal problems on others, but why work so clumsily?..)) If you are opposed by an insidious, subtly acting enemy, then you must act skillfully, with proper level of dexterity. And if there is no cunning enemy, then why bother dancing hopakis at all? A?
These are the things, descendant, these are the things... And Yevtushenko was there. Now him. Then we will all be gone. Some will have more left, some will have less. That's how we live. Of course, the Jews from the popular “stagnant” joke will outlive everyone, but what can you do? Such is their Jewish and Masonic lot...
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Descendant of subjects of Emperor Nicholas II
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Answer to 6., Rudovsky:
2017-04-19 at 04:41
In the late 80s, it was generally fashionable to shake your fist at the USSR, in case you have forgotten, it was fashionable to scold the USSR, it was fashionable to brand, disgrace...
Do you remember my answer to your apparent bewilderment - “who are the Jewish foremen of perestroika”?
Yevtushenko was one of these foreman of perestroika. He led the poetry column in Korotich's perestroika "Ogonyok".
As you know, Korotich was in America during the “putsch” and instantly realized to ask for “refugee” status. The pretext he put forward was the threat of “Jewish pogroms,” which would begin with the arrival of the “red-browns.”
The fashion for “scolding the USSR, branding, disgracing...” was set precisely by the Jewish foremen of perestroika, one of whom was Yevtushenko. Major uniform israeli army this is not at all accidental, given all the theatricality of this production.
And now they are trying to sell him to us as another “conscience of the nation.”
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Victor Korn
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"Do the Russians want war..." - relevant for all times
2017-04-12 at 12:17
Victor Korn Re: Postscript
2017-04-12 at 12:17
This article, published on F-book, provoked one response:
Igor Palatnik “Not a single line of the Russian poet I. Brodsky is etched in the memory of the Russian people” - this is a sly distortion. E. Yevtushenko gathered stadiums and auditoriums, was favored and promoted by the Soviet authorities. Millions knew him. I. Brodsky did not collect stadiums because Soviet authority announced him to the parasites, got him into jail and sent him to hell, and soon to exile. The people did not know Brodsky, because the people were forbidden to know him. And Brodsky’s brilliant lines “But until my mouth is filled with clay / Only gratitude will be heard from it” are known and remembered by all Russian people, who once found Brodsky’s collection in their hands.
It so happened that E.E. I knew (basically) and saw him many times in my childhood (my parents were friends with him). We had all his collections with dedicatory inscriptions at home, and throughout my childhood I read them many times. At the age of 14, I asked my mother (she was a journalist at Litgazeta) a question: - Mom, who after Pushkin can be considered the next great Russian poet? And the answer came: “Brodsky.” Soon I was able to personally verify that my mother was right. More than 40 years of my life have passed since then, but I continue to believe that my mother was right...
April 5 at 21:31
Victor Kornenko Forgive us - those of the Russian people who did not come across a collection of poems by I. Brodsky. And yet: between Pushkin and Brodsky in Russian poetry there are at least a couple of dozen poets.
5 April 2017, 21:28
Igor Palatnik There is no such device - a poetometer - to measure the level of poetic gift. So there is nothing to argue about here. I wrote what I wrote, solely standing up for the undeservedly kicked, casually, in the antithesis of E.E., Brodsky. All the best!
Victor Korn: I’ll say what I didn’t say to I. Palatnik then. Brodsky, in that 1972 interview, said: “Yevtushenko was a bad poet and bad person..." This one phrase takes Brodsky out of that place "immediately after Pushkin": It is not the job of the "Greats" to evaluate their fellow competitors in the shop.
Yevtushenko went down in the history not only of poetry, but also in the history of Russia and the world.
Odessa resident Tatyana Domeshok, now living in Australia, wrote to me on Skype:
Thank you very much V.I.!!
Wonderful memories.
And I was lucky enough to be at Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s evening here in Sydney. I think somewhere in the late 90s. I heard “Babi Yar” performed by him.... tears in my eyes and frost on my skin....
He cried himself!
And then, Yevtushenko began to read Poems about Love, about Love with capital letters, he talked about relationship problems. Probably, shortly before this, he himself went through strong emotional experiences.
It seems to me that I still keep the warmth of this meeting in my soul.
Blessed memory to him!
Passed away April 1, 2017 outstanding poet, novelist, screenwriter, publicist Evgeny Yevtushenko. He died in an American clinic in Tulsa (Oklahoma). His wife, Maria Vladimirovna, reported his death. Associated with the name of Evgeniy Yevtushenko an entire era in literature, he was a youth idol in the 1950s and 1960s. and became a symbol of Russian poetry in the mid-twentieth century. 
Young poet Evgeny Yevtushenko 
He inherited his poetic talent from his father, geologist and amateur poet Alexander Gangnus. And how could one not become a poet, having been born at a station called Winter ( Irkutsk region), to whom he later dedicated a collection of poems. Already at the age of 5, Yevgeny Yevtushenko began writing poetry. He also owed his broad outlook to his father: “He could spend hours telling me, still a foolish child, about the fall of Babylon, and about the Spanish Inquisition, and about the War of the Scarlet and White Roses, and about William of Orange... Thanks to my father, I am already in It took him 6 years to learn to read and write; he read indiscriminately Dumas, Flaubert, Boccaccio, Cervantes and Wells. There was an unimaginable vinaigrette in my head. I lived in an illusory world, I didn’t notice anyone or anything around...” 
After moving to Moscow, Evgeniy studied at poetry studio Pioneer houses. In 1949, when the poet was only 16 years old, his poems were first published in the Soviet Sport newspaper. In 1951, Yevtushenko entered the Literary Institute. M. Gorky, but did not study there for long - he was soon expelled because he defended V. Dudintsev’s novel “Not by Bread Alone.” At the age of 20, Yevtushenko became the youngest member of the USSR Writers' Union. 
All-Union fame came to him after the publication of the poetry collections “The Third Snow” and “Highway of Enthusiasts” in the mid-1950s. And in the 1960s. Yevtushenko became one of the most popular and cited authors in the country. The phrase “A poet in Russia is more than a poet” from the poem “Bratsk Hydroelectric Power Station” was known to every schoolchild and became an aphorism. 
In the 1960s Yevtushenko, together with Rozhdestvensky, Akhmadulina and Okudzhava, took part in poetry evenings at the Polytechnic Museum, which became a symbol of the “thaw”. They were called the “sixties,” and Yevtushenko was one of those who provoked the beginning of a real “poetry boom” in the USSR. 
In 1991, the poet was offered to teach Russian literature at one of the universities in Oklahoma. Yevtushenko went to the USA and spent the last years of his life there, although he often came to Russia. Inspiration never left him until last days: in 2011 he released a collection of poems “You Can Still Save”, in 2012 - a collection of “Happiness and Retribution”, in 2013 - a collection of “I Can’t Say Goodbye”, and in the last two years he has been dictating a new novel to his wife . 
One of the most famous poets of the sixties, Yevgeny Yevtushenko 
In recent years, the poet has been plagued by health problems: in 2013, his leg was amputated due to a developing inflammatory process; in 2015, a pacemaker was installed to normalize his heart rhythm. On March 31, 2017, the poet was hospitalized in serious condition. Details were not known; his wife stated only that it was not a routine examination. On April 1 at about 19:30 Moscow time, Yevgeny Yevtushenko died of cardiac arrest. 
On July 18, 2017, Yevgeny Yevtushenko would have turned 85 years old; this summer a festival was planned in Moscow to mark the poet’s anniversary. A few days ago he announced his desire to be buried in Peredelkino, not far from the grave of Boris Pasternak. 
The famous poet, whose poems have long been quoted