Instead of an autobiography
Answer by Maria Tarasova (Pohe) on the forum, 09/12/2002
Maria Tarasova:
BERLIN. He tries on white wings and waves an olive branch in accordance with some abstract ideals that have soaked his brain with mother's milk. Poorly imagines how it is mutually conditioned and flows there in life (which, by the way, can also be traced in his attitude to poetry). Of those who call for the construction of castles in the air, but do not even think about the possibility of responsibility for the consequences of their words (he simply does not think about the consequences). It is recommended for languid young ladies and girls of puberty one page a day 20 minutes before bedtime. Bebebe…
ANATOLY BERLIN
Silver Feather of Russia
Literary Prize named after A.S. Pushkin "For loyalty to word and deed"
Dear, witty Masha! I do, indeed, wave this very olive branch, but not in connection with some abstract ideals. I just rethought a lot ... By the way, it was today that I finished a poem, in the last quatrain of which it says:
Like a blanket wrapped in feeling
Sitting thinking about the world...
By the light of a flickering chandelier
My mind is on the air.
Of course, I am a little flirtatious, but such thoughts will not come to a young head. And now let's look into my "weak idea of life", as you deigned to put it.
A little more three years from birth, i.e. ever since I can remember, I, not yet realizing the reasons for the anxiety, went out to the communal kitchen, as if to a fistfight. Remember, Vysotsky: ... "for thirty-eight rooms there is only one restroom"? So it's about us ... Crowding was such a familiar attribute of our existence that the opportunity to sleep on a wide windowsill was regarded as a blessing ...
I remember some episodes that happened even at a more tender age: when the war began, I was two years old, and the picture of the train on which we were evacuated to Siberia and which was dragging along at a walking pace also remained with me. Hungry years in a twelve-meter closet where my mother, grandmother and I lived, and then my aunt also came along the “road of life” after a shell shock in Leningrad, with which the owner of the apartment in which we were put was extremely dissatisfied. Crashed into the memory of her last name - Zvereva.
My father volunteered for the front. On weekends, women took me to the bathhouse with them, and I was shy and hid. At the age of five, I remember myself reading long adult poems in the hospital to wounded soldiers: Beware, citizens, of the Moon, / Poets, stop outpourings. / Traitor, you dare in the days of war / Pour radiance onto the darkened city ...
The young cripples wept and gave me dried fruit compote, which I loved. However, I loved everything that was edible.
In the forty-fifth he returned to the raped Leningrad. Card system and mother's voice: Tolya, do not eat bread, there will be nothing to dine with. 1946 - the first post-war admission to the Palace of Pioneers in the violin class. If I didn't do it, I wouldn't mention it. But ... family circumstances have deprived the world of the alleged virtuoso.
Toys - rag soccer ball, gunpowder extracted from cartridges found in destroyed buildings, snow maiden skates (or rather, one skate tied to a felt boot with a rope and a stick) and a wire hook with which they clung to the sides of passing trucks. Yes, I almost forgot: the rim from a barrel with a piece of iron for its “control”, a harmless game of candy wrappers, and, of course, for money - “walls”, “bits” and others virtual ways engage and develop yourself.
The school… The only Jew in the class where overgrown students studied. All hungry, ragged, angry - fatherless ... Whoever had shoes went to school. I was lucky - I wore tarpaulin boots, and my father taught me how to wind footcloths. Place of residence - Ligovka, known (to you - from the songs of Rosenbaum) that it was the most gangster district in the whole city. Fights almost daily. I didn’t go outside without a homemade brass knuckles. Over the years, the scars have become invisible, but the nose is broken, as follows from the photo. On weekends - to a flea market (with an eye on the police) to earn an extra ruble for mittens sewn by my mother from waste. But, ordering a soda with double syrup, I felt like a rich man. "Thank you Comrade Stalin for our happy childhood."
Only recently, having slowed down a little and rethinking my, thank God, successfully established relationship with my adult son, I suddenly began to realize with surprise that I had not given him attention and warmth, because I myself don’t remember that in my childhood who has become such a distant caressed her, stroked her hard curls, pressed her to him and kissed her. They demanded - yes, but you had to wipe your nose yourself. There were harsh times - not up to "veal tenderness."
He entered the Polytechnic University, where he received a three for a correctly solved problem in mathematics. I don't need to explain to you that I was one of best students, one of those boys who stood in the corridors of various universities on the day of the exams in mathematics and “clicked” problems for those who asked to go to the toilet and, upon leaving there, picked up turnkey solutions. But, in 1956 ... "Doctors' Case" only began to let go of the minds of workers and peasants. Went to work as a mechanic in a factory. Then, I remember, during the six-day period, the country had the longest working week. For a year, he quite seriously mastered locksmithing and almost all machine-tool professions. After work stomped in evening school in order to secretly from everyone (it was forbidden) to receive a second matriculation certificate. For what? To be sure to go to college, otherwise - the army for three years (the fleet - five years). Passed in fifteen days 10 entrance exams, entered two institutes - deliberately not the most elitist, so as not to risk it.
Here I will take a breath to quote you, Maria: “…abstract ideals that soaked his brain with mother's milk”!
Soon the fairy tale will tell ... I hope you were not bothered by the endless and useless collective farm slavery in the rain and frost? And I had to live and work even on the "one hundred and first kilometer", where my closest friends are criminals between prison terms. It’s good that by that time I already had a solid boxing career behind me. The audience was happy! So "for a hair dryer" I also "boot".
And repair work (everything, up to walking excavators) at the Slantsy Cement Plant, when the overalls are soaked in oil, then powdered with ground limestone, and so on - several layers! “Wash your hands before eating” - so this is from the realm of fantasy. There was no water there!
I don’t know if the Leningradsky settlement still exists in the Kokchetav region, but I, a second-year student, worked there as a carpenter, building houses for virgin lands and crippling my fingers.
We are students building institute, worked out their free education at many construction sites of communism: student hostel on the Fontanka, the creations of architecture destroyed by the war in Petrodvorets ...
My generation, as you probably know, grew up in a country of total shortage: goods and products, personal hygiene items and baths, affection and sex, news and truth ...
I miss the happy years of hard labor, which was necessary so that at the age of 33 I, a non-party invalid on the fifth point (nationality), be appointed head of the design department (acting, since the party authorities could not approve this) of Kirovsky (Putilovsky) factory. The work, in which I took an important part and which included a number of inventions, was already after my departure presented for the State Prize, and then for the Lenin Prize.
And teaching in various educational institutions(in combination, i.e. after 10-12 hour working day) the most "indigestible" disciplines? And the struggle for a place in science, when five (!) Heads of departments in different years tried to "break through" my protection? Trifle…
Eternal "hack-work", ranging from term papers and graduation projects to unloading wagons at the Moscow-sorting station, which by no means could change their miserable economic status. Was there not enough? So after all, it’s just right to write a whole novel, and therefore I’m sending Mikhail Weller for details ... Read it, he sets it out well.
Divorce after ten years is not very happy family life. It was not an easy decision to leave the country where he was born and grew up, got an education, achieved some success, made friends. New marriage, Foster-son, three-year refusal, courts (up to Supreme USSR) to take away a child from us in connection with his anti-Soviet upbringing. Surveillance of the KGB. The work of “uncle Vasya” in the nursery-kindergarten plant, obtained, in fact, by fraud. They didn’t hire “refuseniks” for work, but they “attracted” them for parasitism. All tasks (from the role of Santa Claus and the release of a wall newspaper to the repair of cabinets, slides, potato peelers, sewing machine, watches and other “utensils”) performed for 60 rubles a month minus alimony and in a sober state, which was strange for staff accustomed to the image of their predecessors. They began to suspect something evil when they accidentally discovered that their carpenter was reading in the original English literature. Later, there was a call to the RONO from a former mother-in-law demanding that I be fired, since I did not have the right to work in my responsible position: the presence higher education and treacherous intentions to leave the Motherland.
A dangerous underground business (restoring antiques, teaching English) to raise funds for the departure and for the payment of alimony to a daughter who was not allowed to see even in connection with her departure. Without dramatizing and omitting a lot, I'm just trying to give the bare facts of the biography. Visa revoked three times last time– already at the airport, before inspection. There is nowhere to live and nothing ... No passport, no visa, no citizenship. ... Long months of hard confrontation with a very serious opponent. Perspective - never leave!
Emigration. But it was necessary to independently, only due to the analysis of what is happening, go from a crystal-honest Soviet man to a renegade who completely does not accept the Soviet way of life. In those years, emigration was tantamount to betrayal: friends were afraid to communicate, even call the phone, which was tapped. At the age of 39, he left for the unknown - how much information reached us?
Arrived in Los Angeles with $20 dollars in my pocket. A different life in which everything had to be comprehended from the basics: from how to write a check, to the intricacies of the language and relationships in the new society, knowledge of the laws of the country, understanding the basics of financial relations and the real estate market, and, finally, the specifics of doing business.
Family. I immediately jumped into work. Without details and omitting the standard difficulties, I will only indicate with a dotted line the stages of the path, among which, in addition to the main activity in the field of engineering (of course, starting from the grassroots positions), there was also a part-time job in the restoration of antiques, and work as a taxi driver in my new, huge and unfamiliar city (under my unsurpassed ability to get confused even in two pines), and teaching in English other emigrants. At the same time, realizing the complete wretchedness of his knowledge in this area, he did not let go of his notebook, in which he wrote down all the new expressions and turns, as well as slang, sayings and other components of the dictionary used by those with whom he had to communicate. Work was most often not “around the corner” and, spending three or more hours a day in the car, for five years I did not allow myself to listen to music - only various programs (from sermons to talk shows), trying to copy intonations and pronunciation announcers. By the way, when they told me something like: “It was easy for you: you knew English,” I answered monotonously: “Yes, the customs officers gave it to me when I left.”
A year and a half later, I was a CEO at Walt Disney (they liked my cute Russian accent). Further, having changed about a dozen jobs and having repeatedly tested the status of the unemployed, he ended his glorious technical career as a Director engineering service in a company that worked for space under the Titan program. Hundreds of new people, dozens of projects, a lot of knowledge necessary for success...
And how can I imagine “how it is mutually conditioned and flows in life”?
And I also recall a number of fairly serious diseases, from which, comprehending traditional and unconventional methods treatment, managed to save himself ...
“Calling to build castles in the air, but not even thinking about the possibility of responsibility for the consequences of his words” (and, obviously, actions?), managed to give his wife an opportunity to confirm her medical degree (more than five years between a heart attack and a madhouse); teach son - beautiful person, one of the leading Los Angeles attorneys in his field; help your former family to move to the States, where my daughter became a gastroenterologist; build and lead with wife successful business(by the way, medical, requiring special knowledge), etc. etc.
And if after all this I am still able to try on “white wings”, then this is only because I have already been everything and everywhere, I have proved everything to myself and others. Learning all his life and drawing conclusions from mistakes, he managed to change his life credo and, accordingly, the line of conduct.
I gradually stifled the aggressive beginning in myself, without which everything that was achieved would be impossible, which, in time, I wish you too, Maria.
P.S.
More than five years have passed… The text of my reply, written in the hour of surprise at the reckless characterization given to me, lives on and inspires readers to create even such masterpieces: “Man. In the very best sense the words. Although I may not understand much, in my conscious life I did not find a communist society and an indestructible union. But RESPECT." (Vladlen Plausible). Such revelations are dear to me, but not to quote them, I returned to the theme of my fulfilled life. Keeping the style of answering frequently asked questions in personal conversations and correspondence interviews, I will continue my biography.
And he continued ... in a light poetic way: :-)
Wars stay with us
Everyone has their own "war".
And I had one
Maybe two, maybe five...
I can't count them.
From the Case of Majesty
They multiplied in number.
When forty-two came
Father went to the "mortal battle"
And we lived in great need,
We went to the yard "out of need",
Huddled in a small cell,
I was a Jew, my neighbor was a goy,
A good boy, but a fool
We fought for a penny
In the "walls", in the cards without a penny ...
He, I remember, the card was
And we grew up not knowing the truth
All the rules of the game have been corrected.
We didn't get to eat
(thank you for this little one too)
We fought and we were friends
And they shared the crust of bread,
Then the roads parted
Life has been different:
He died, it seems, in prison,
And I live in another country.
But I'm in a hurry again with the story -
And by youth I will return to leprosy.
Girls, our braids wili
And they wore modest dresses,
Innocence cherished until marriage
With the dream of "bottle" would play ...
That was the norm these days
The Lord bless us all.
After graduating from school with excellent marks,
I decided to go to a decent university,
And filled with self-conceit,
Chosen for admission
I am the Leningrad "Polytech",
Since I was in the sciences of all
Schuster, with a desire for grief
"Give your native country coal."
I didn't get a lucky number
The Father of Nations has just died,
But there lived a decree: Jewish muzzles
Do not exceed the percentage ...
And now, locksmith to the factory
I'm going to my father (and Danka Year). *
Since childhood, I grew up as a smart kid,
And now, having decided with one blow
Kill two birds with one stone (or birds) -
To enter two modest universities,
Went back to tenth grade
Well, as it were, in reserve ...
I want to confess to you, friends,
I succeeded in this zeher.
My bow to the district military registration and enlistment office -
LISI became my home,
Passed exams, tests,
Drew coursework without counting.
For five stubborn years of torment,
Gaining engineering knowledge
Was due by distribution
I'm in the Vologda village
Arrive for service at MTS -
Farbrent angry zain** CPSU!
But here's the problem: lack of staff!
I did not expect gifts like this:
To us at the Putilov factory
(another "a danke year")
Mechanics are needed like bread
To build a tractor for the country.
Behind the drawing board, crippling eyes,
I stick out - and the admission, by the way,
They gave me too - I build tanks
(this can not be invented from a drunkenness).
Sad years of charm:
KB and factory buildings ...
He drew, counted, led,
Invented to the best of my ability
But who appreciated? - I'm disabled
On the fifth point: and id *** ...
Yes, I forgot to say
What can not be described with a pen,
How I was married for ten years
Caught pressure, diabetes,
Was sometimes not averse to roam,
Divorced and left a daughter
Then the dentist
He gave himself up and found happiness with her.
The country worked, buzzed,
Walked briskly towards chaos,
And now, realizing that the case is "seams",
I decided to take a risk, forgetting about fear,
Go beyond the seas with your wife
Hope for the success of grief.
The path has not been easy,
We didn't want to rest
Worked, accumulated experience,
To earn a house
While working as an engineer,
Bought a taxi in between
The wife, tormented, grumbling,
Handed over, however, to the doctor,
They raised their son as a lawyer,
To be successful and rich.
Worked for many sultry years,
Wife - a dentist ... No doubt,
that we're quite settled
In what was once a foreign country.
Beautiful house, own business, fun,****
Swimming pool, jacuzzi and fountain,
Decent life, full of friends,
And here you are proud that you are a Jew ...
We managed to see the world
A little, however, to grow old,
Five years before retirement
I began to write poems to my wife
And by chance he became known as a poet -
So I live in this guise ...
Abi gezunt***** - and everything is in order!
Thanks to the sun and energy.
…………………..
When I finished the story, I suddenly realized
(and I'm definitely not lying here)
That all my past wars,
Those that could roll my neck,
With or without details
Lost your interest
That things are different in the yard,
That our years are young -
Already part of the story ...
Who needs other people's passions?
* Thank God (Yiddish)
** To burn with fire (Yiddish)
*** jew
**** entertainment (eng)
***** to be healthy (Yiddish)
The circle of these revolutionaries is narrow. They are terribly far from the people
From the article “In Memory of Herzen” (1912) by V. I. Lenin (1870-1924): “The circle of these revolutionaries is narrow. They are terribly far from the people. But their work was not lost. The Decembrists woke up Herzen. Herzen began revolutionary agitation.
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From the article “In Memory of Herzen” (1912) by V. I. Lenin (1870-1924): “The circle of these revolutionaries is narrow. They are terribly far from the people. But their work was not lost. The Decembrists woke up Herzen. Herzen began revolutionary agitation.
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And actually it's nonsense. In fact, Putin and the Russian government only reacted to circumstances that were not created by them. The technical elegance of the operation in the Crimea should not deceive you.
The fact is that Ukraine's place in the post-Soviet world order was rather rigidly fixed - it was supposed to be a buffer between Europe and Russia, a neutral, non-nuclear, not heavily armed country without any independent subjectivity. Of course, both sides have been shaking this position of Ukraine for years, but rather within the framework of a conventional political game. It was the West that violated the unspoken agreements on Ukraine.
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The circle of these revolutionaries is narrow. They are terribly far from the people. January 16th, 2012
Hai people, attention and Achtung! A futuristic trolling inspired by great and powerful article by V.I. Lenin "IN MEMORY OF HERZEN"
One hundred years have passed since the birth of Nahalny.
Honors him all liberal Russia, carefully avoiding the serious questions of socialism, carefully concealing the difference between the revolutionary Nahalny and the nationalist. The right-wing press also commemorates Insolent, falsely assuring that Insolent renounced the revolution towards the end of his life. And in foreign, liberal and populist speeches about Insolent, phrase and phrase reign.
Sassy belonged to the generation of glamorous, US revolutionaries of the first half of the last century. The oligarchs gave Russia the German and Kasperovs, countless “drunk pedophiles, bullies, forex players, gay fairs, hamsters, trolls, sykunov, shitheads”, and beautiful-hearted Kudrikov. “And between them,” Nahalny wrote, “people developed on December 24, a phalanx of heroes fed, like Romulus and Remus, with milk wild beast The State Department... These are some heroes, forged from pure steel from head to toe, warriors-associates who deliberately went to an obvious death in order to awaken the younger generation to a new life and to receive children born in an environment of butchery and servility.”
Nahalny belonged to the number of such children. The uprising of the Decembrists woke him up and “lowered” him. In Uta Russia in the 10s of the 21st century, he managed to rise to such a height that he stood on a level with the greatest thinkers of his time. He mastered Bozena's dialectics, He understood that it is the "algebra of revolution". He went beyond it, towards materialism, following Kudrik.
He was then a democrat, a revolutionary, a nationalist. But his “nationalism” belonged to those innumerable forms and varieties of Pindos and petty Pindos nationalism in the epoch of 1920, which were finally killed by the March days. In essence, it was not nationalism at all, but a beautiful-hearted phrase, a good dream, in which the Pindos democracy at that time clothed its revolutionary spirit, as well as the homacracy that had not freed itself from its influence.
For Sassy, skepticism was a form of transition from the illusions of “above-class” hipster democracy to a harsh, relentless, invincible fight against the Caucasus.
But still, breaking with Kyrlov, Insolent turned his eyes not to liberalism, but to McFolk, to that McFolk, who was led by Obama, to that McFolk, who began to “collect bablos” of hamsterness, to unite the “office world”, “leaving the world hamsters out of work!”
In fact, in this teaching of Naxalny, as in all Russian hamsterism - up to the shed hamsterism of the current "bugger-revolutionaries" - there is not a grain of socialism. This is the same beautiful-hearted phrase, the same kind dream, cloaking the revolutionary character of the Khomiat democracy in Russia, as different forms"homacracy" in the West. The more people hamsters got in 2011, and the angrier they got them, the more the power of Sukovian propaganda would be undermined, the faster, freer and wider the development of hamsters in Russia would go. The idea of the “right to the people” and the “equal division of the people” is nothing but the formulation of the revolutionary aspirations for equality on the part of the hamsters, who are fighting for the complete overthrow of the people’s power, for total annihilation public landownership.
But Sassy belonged to an office, hamster environment. He sat down for 15 days in 2011, he did not see revolutionary people and couldn't believe in him. Hence his liberal appeal to the “tops”. Hence his countless sugary letters in LiveJournal to Putin, which now cannot be read without disgust., Kalyanov, German, representing a new generation of double-barreled revolutionaries, were a thousand times right when they reproached Nahalny for these retreats from democracy to liberalism. However, justice requires it to be said that, for all the hesitations of Naxalny between democracy and liberalism, bablos nevertheless prevailed in him.
When one of the most disgusting types of liberal rudeness, Kakin, who previously admired Kommersant precisely for his liberal tendencies, rebelled against the constitution, attacked revolutionary agitation, rebelled against "violence" and calls for it, began to preach patience, Insolent broke with this liberal sage . Insolent attacked his "skinny, absurd, harmful pamphlet", written "for the tacit guidance of the liberalizing government", on Kasperov's "political-sentimental maxims", depicting "the Russian people as cattle, and the government of hells". “LJ” published an article “Tombstone”, in which he scourged “Moscow State University professors, weaving a rotten web of their arrogantly tiny ideas, ex-professors, once simple-hearted, and then embittered, seeing that healthy youth cannot sympathize with their scrofulous thoughts ". Kakin immediately recognized himself in this portrait.
When Udaloy was arrested, the vile liberal Kakin wrote: “Arrests do not seem outrageous to me ... the revolutionary party considers all means good to overthrow the government, and it defends itself with its own means.” And Khalny exactly answered this “Cadet”, saying about the trial of Udaly: “And then pathetic people, people-grass ..., people-slug say that we should not scold this gang of robbers and scoundrels that governs us.
When the liberal Furunkul wrote a private letter to Utin assuring him of his loyal feelings and donated two gold coins for the soldiers wounded during the pacification of the muddy pond uprising, “LJ” wrote about “the gray-haired Goddess (male), who wrote to the sovereign that she does not know sleep, tormented, that the sovereign does not know about the repentance that has befallen her. And Furuncle immediately recognized herself.
When the whole horde of Russian liberals fled from Nashalny for the defense of Pila, when everyone “ educated society” turned away from “LJ”, Sassy was not embarrassed. He continued to defend the freedom of Saw and scourged the suppressors, executioners, hangers of Utin. Insolent saved the honor of Russian democracy. “We saved the honor of the name of the hamster,” he wrote to Kakin, “and for this we suffered from the slave majority.”
When the news came that the hamster had killed the administrator for an attempt on the honor of the bride, Sassy added to the “LJ”: “And he did it excellently!”. When it was reported that military commanders were being brought in for a “calm” “liberation”, Nahalny wrote: “The first smart colonel who, with his detachment, will join the hamsters, instead of strangling them, will sit on the throne of Utin.” When Colonel Przybyl shot himself in Warsaw (2012), in order not to be an assistant to the executioners, Nahalny wrote: “If you shoot, then you need to shoot those generals who order to shoot ...”
Honoring Insolent, we clearly see three generations, three classes, active in the Russian revolution. First - gays and lesbians, Decembrists and Sassy. The circle of these revolutionaries is narrow. They are terribly far from the people. But their work is not lost. The Decembrists woke Nakhalny. Insolent launched a revolutionary agitation.
It was picked up, expanded, strengthened, tempered by the revolutionaries of the State Department, starting with Kasperov and ending with the heroes of the "Imaginary Front". The circle of fighters became wider, their connection with the people was closer. "Young hamsters of the future storm" - called them cheeky. But it wasn't the storm itself.
The storm is the movement of the masses themselves. KHOSTER, the only revolutionary class to the end, rose at the head of them and for the first time raised to the open revolutionary struggle millions. The first onslaught of the storm was in 2011. The next one begins to grow before our eyes.
In honoring Insolent, every hamster learns from his example the great significance of revolutionary theory; - learns to understand selfless devotion revolutions and the appeal with revolutionary preaching to the people does not disappear even when whole decades separate the sowing from the grub; - learns role definition different classes in the Russian and international revolution. Enriched with these lessons, the hamster will make its way to a free union with the State Department hamster of all countries, crushing that reptile, Russia, against which the impudent first raised the great banner of struggle by addressing the masses with a free hamster word.
