FROM VENICHKI TO BELIEF EVSEEVNY.
FROM VENICHKI TO BELIEF EVSEEVNY.
My short meetings with celebrities.
Jury Ivanovich Arhipov - the literary critic, the translator, the publicist.
VENEDIKT YEROFEEV.
September, 1960. To me seventeen years and a half. Has just arrived
On filfak the Moscow State University. It seems, never for all life was so it is happy. New
My companions, classmates, too were shone, as innocent persons. We also named the friend
The friend not differently, as "bjashami". (Though what, for example, Kohl Kotrelev
"bjasha"?).
And here there is I somehow in the end of a long, booming corridor before the military
Chair, I wait for the beginning of employment. I read, having put the book on an ancient window sill
In the width about a sofa. Any type flies up: hardly above my hundred eight-ten
Growth, hardly the shock of hair over hardly more blue eyes is more light. And so -
Obvious odnoplemennik, the northerner.
- You of Maslov saw?.
(The colonel, managed then military chair).
- No.
- And what you read?.
And inconsiderately the beret my book in hands, looks on a cover.
- And, under the program!.
And suddenly, as having sufficed a henbane, gives out turn, forcing poison with each phrase:
- And, you mean from e t and h! You will do everything, what about n and order, yes? In
Party you will enter, yes? The senior lecturer you will become, yes? The FLOOR LAMP you will buy?
- Yes go you!.
Me and has distorted - after easy catalepsy - from hostility to
To the impudent person.
It, demonicheski having burst out laughing ("wildly, in an opera way, has burst out laughing."),
Has cheerfully moved away on a corridor.
Military chair as I have learnt later, and vyshibla it from university.
Came to Maslov, correctly, in this connection.
I remember, how I, all life not liking vypendrezhnikov, with the big disappointment
Looked to it following.
But to read up the boring novel (not that Lindseja, not that porrisa) did not become.
And party has not entered. And the senior lecturer did not become.
Also has not got even a floor lamp.
SASHA MIHAJLOV.
Only two-three weeks later. An episode-double.
Our group in a locker room was on duty. All affairs - to accept outer clothing
Before employment to give out after. The rest of the time, naturally, we read.
Flies up same impudently-vzoryj, and outwardly - as the native brother
The previous. At first to п п?п :.
- What you read?.
- Veresayev. "Dostoevsky and Nitsshe".
- My respect. I will not begin to stir.
And further on a course - to the Hole. By the way, the future wife.
- And you that, the madam?.
The poor Hole read Nicolas Gilena.
- What is? Whom, whom? It that, under the program? Who to you has made the such
The idiotic program? White people do not read such books! Hey, Robert! (On
To corridor there was TSfasman, a son of the composer.) well here see, and Robert did not read
Such rubbish. And you, Mit?.
Shestakov too did not read. And anybody from the passing has not spoilt to the mocker
Entertainment.
Whether the Hole could give up to it when began to ask in marriage? At heart women
Like pletku, confirm authorities. Authorities, the truth, doubtful
(Nitsshe and so forth), but something in it is.
By the way, both is also Venichka Yerofeev, and Sasha Mihajlov, the greatest
The germanist who was known ever by Russia, - were one year of a birth.
That, as Vysotsky. "Fiery Tigers".
And in it, certainly, there is something.
SASHA THE SOKOLOV.
1965, winter. In fifty metres from that place where has attacked me
Yerofeev.
I stand in a queue in library. I miss. Also nape Sashi is thought to me ahead
Shakhmatov from journalism faculty. We with it play to one command in football on
To Sundays. I call: "Sash!" Turns - not it.
- Excuse, I thought, he is Shakhmatov.
- No, I not Shakhmatov, I another, still the unknown elect.
Faugh, well, I think, how you have bothered me for five years, fops cheap,
Imperceptibly grown from "bjash".
What my amazement when it was found out, that small indeed was
That. The Elect.
"School for fools" - the novel forever. If, of course, and really not
Any generation should be gone in the literature. It is written for all of us,
Russian boys of military years of a birth. Though and in Nabokov's obvious shade.
Perhaps Sasha the Sokolov and not Lermontov, I do not know. But what hostility should
There was to call Lermontov brother-soldiers, since then distinctly understand.
Also I rejoice to that time of duels has passed.
Let will be. Perhaps will write still that - on the decline sad.
DAMASK STEEL OKUDZHAVA.
1977, spring. I in new, though also not properly executed, marriage. We go, having embraced
With adored Cherish, in the car from "River station" where nicely we live in
Swan-house. At the wheel sculptor Eugene, my wonderful mother-in-law. At "Airport"
Refuelling.
I, clear business, leave - and I stiffen from confusion. A crush, a crush,
Abuse - native our service, Soviet. Any low person of the non-russian
("Caucasian") exteriors in a fashionable leather jacket only now would tell
That has terminated the business and it was straightened, inspecting a panorama. And round it
vihritsja the crowd thirsting to catch the pump. It, on crowd not looking, having found out
Eyes for some reason me and instantly having estimated my sheer failure in a role though
Something the getter, it is torn ledorezom to me, it not so familiar, but
Such unfortunate, also hands over me this iron dryn - as in due time
Guitar to Vysotsky, with the same pressing gesture, that to me also was recollected at once,
For there was I the witness of that historical scene: in 65th year, in so familiar
To us the Communistic audience.
Thanks, Damask steel SHalvovich. Eyelids I will not forget.
ANASTAS TSVETAEVA.
1987, autumn. I in next (though also not properly executed) divorce. I am rescued
Therefore in "Golitsyn". A two-storeyed shelter for writers from the coldish
New brick.
We sit with prose writer Borej Bondarenko above over a ladder, we play
Chess. To Russian writer than to play, if only not for the written
Table.
Easily, silently having flushed upward, stops about us wonderful
Anastas Ivanovna. Almost centenary dryness a little body, the long Gogol
Nose, thin lips in a light smile. Tender our exposer.
- On what exhaust time, orthodox? The life so is short!
And - it is necessary - it is not kept from pustjashnogo, but such sticky question:
- Well, who has won?.
- Friendship, Anastas Ivanovna, friendship.
And we unyrivaem in banality. Too, podi, not a bast shity.
Has left. And as if the light from it would remain. On a shower has become warmer. And as
It is good, that she is Tsvetaeva! - never philosophises. Talks as all.
"Who has won? How call? How old are you? In what class you study? What
Marks? "Questions simple, ready, almost empty. Yes, that empty -
As the container waiting for filling of soul. Its fearlessness before banality - as
It is wise.
To be as all - but over a usual measure of keenness and good. Whether in it
Charm of such people?.
"I was with my people.", - as the great competitor of her sister has told.
Thanks, Anastas Ivanovna, that you were.
VASILY OF SENSES.
1990. A reorganisation heat. We start to get used to flights from one
The countries in another. As if the century has spent on freedom.
In Zurich I see in Vasily Vasilevicha Smyslova's waiting room. I, as in any way
The winner of "the Chess review", without hesitation I approach - that journalist is bad,
Which misses similar chance.
- You know, and I have learnt you - on a voice. No, no, not under articles, I for a long time
I read nothing almost, badly see eyes. But after all you acted on "Voice"?
Here see! Very much it was pleasant to me, that you spoke. But know, in what
The main piece?.
And we three hours to summer have spoken about "the main pieces" - in chess and in
Russia.
In chess to whom it is interesting, the main thing, believes the maestro, - to be able to think
Schemes, faultlessly to play typical positions (and all of them on 99
Percent - typical). That is to own "bezikami", as Fisher. Rather late,
podi, and that I would rest lightly.
And with Russia and that is easier. The main thing - to clean Lenin from the Red area.
- Remember my word: while this satanail there lays, will move nothing
From a place!.
As in water looked.
But! My God, why I only the first-rank sportsman? After all I think in the same way.
VALENTINE RASPUTIN.
1996, winter. On three quarters empty "Peredelkino". The prices to Russian
Nowadays it is too expensive for the writer. Unless who will glance on still put time in
Year to a privilege.
Privilege, not postponing, we use in January. Skis besides.
I learn, that the neighbour mine on a table will be Rasputin. It is confused. After all I somehow,
vzbryknuv, has painfully set it to the press. So at the same time Bondarev touched with me
Has strained all sarcasm, otmazyvajas at literary congress.
But here the state supper is served up. We take seat the habitual company - Lichutin,
Smiths, Poles, Zulfikarov. We spill on hundred gramme in honour of house warming and
Meetings. The place near to me is empty.
At last appears - in a tweed jacket, as garoldovom a raincoat - a cloud
Cloud the Irkutsk classic. We get acquainted. Its gloomy, somehow tesanyj a face
Unexpectedly п©я п?я я п?я п я я я :.
- Always with interest I read you. It is very glad to acquaintance.
Have stayed side by side almost month. Were silent however more and more. But something not
I will remember for all life anybody with whom so it was well and sincerely was silent. At
Such gift the slightest admiring itself. Here not modesty, modesty
Too arrogance. And any disinterest in itself, povernutost to the world,
Absorption in it. Therefore so sates its silence.
Having kept silent almost month, now we meet friends.
Belief Evseevna.
February, 1989. I zvan in Lozannsky university with the report. Next morning
After performance professor Heart-Nibrig accepting me kindly
Has given in my order of and the car, having suggested to bring
Me in any point of Switzerland. To its amazement, I have chosen Montreux.
- Why Montreux? - He has asked.
- Because there veins Nabokov also has died.
- No, Russian all the same madwomen! They consider, that their writers like
Also appreciate the same as it is done by them. I assure you, we of this small town
Let's not find also Nabokov's trace.
- Give nevertheless we will try.
Hardly we have driven in Montreux, the hotel has appeared the first building at the left
"Oriental carpet" which I knew on photos.
We have entered into a hall. I have asked the headwaiter, whether here there lived the mister
Nabokov.
- Yes, mister Nabokov lived at us, and madam Nabokov lives and now.
Want, I will connect you to it?.
It has there and then dialled number. Belief Evseevna has tried to beat off from me,
Saying, that moves on crutches and consequently years ten nobody
Accepts. Then I have told, that was the first who has published in Russia "Protection
Luzhina "(in magazine" Physical culture and sports "in 1988).
Two delightful hours of conversation with Belief Evseevnoj have followed. Hardly I in
Status to reproduce it a little coherently and in detail. But here two
My short story which have called tears this surprising woman.
It was a question of a bottom of death of Vladimir Vladimirovicha. Belief Evseevna not
Imagined scales of its popularity among writers of ours
Generations, our reaction to this death.
I have told to it about how to me among July night 1977 has called
Translator Volodja Haritonov also has urged to remember the Great Writer. And if at
Me in the house there is nothing, immediately to suffice car and to go to it to Oaklets.
I have told and about how news it has overtaken other passionate
Admirer Nabokov - the university professor Karelian. It floated on
To the river Tsne by a boat. "You only present, Belief Evseevna, - I spoke, -
Russia, boundlessness, impenetrable darkness, stars. And suddenly ashore
The fire lights up, and boys-shepherds switch on "Spidolu" in that
The moment when the announcer levitanovskim a voice informs: "Today in the Swiss
City of Montreux great Russian writer Vladimir Nabokov "has died.
Belief Evseevna cried.
//* an information Source: the Independent newspaper, 15.01.99
//* Reg. Nom. - 1090100076.12-------------------------------------------
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