Yuri Moiseenko Biography

The text and photo were kindly provided to Yuri Moiseenko, the article was printed in the newspapers "Tribune" and the Pskov News. Everything live and live ... Soon, like 82 years old, like I live. Here I was born in an entom house, and I live. EN was built in the twelfth year. The whole war stood and now stands. In IM, I also had a bear, my brother, lived. Earring was renting a room here.

There was such an ohlnik - the Lord did not bring. It happened that he and Mishka walks here, some girls, and the Evony uterus will come from Leningrad, and disperse. Get in to leave, I definitely punished me: they say, look after mine! Do you keep track?! Only the card came - I will send her granddaughter to Paris. Or give it. It seemed to be going to come by Yentim in the summer: show a great -granddaughter.

Victoria was called. Nye’s husband, granddaughter, is so good. Francois's name is. You can look at them, and then you can die. Well, what, will you click? Baba Dunya Evdokia Fedorovna Baba Dunya sits down on the tuning of the old house, sets the dress on his knees and strictly looks at the lens: she no longer believes in the treasured bird. When the process ends, it rises with dignity and slowly goes to her yard, considering, apparently, the conversation is finished.

And we remain in the care of the new owner of this old rickety house, who today enjoys attention no less than the well -groomed estate of the poet in Mikhailovsky. Vera Sergeyevna Khaliseva Introduction to ... History in Russia recognized him from rare publications in the “Continent”, which at the time of it was transmitted from hand to hand. The truly reading public discovered Dovlatov only in the m year, when the St.

Petersburg publishing house "Limbus Press" released thousands of copies unheard of at the present time! In his first book, a small story “Reserve” was published, which gave a new interest in traditional Pushkin places. How, it is here, in the village of Berezino and not pine! Even Kurt Vonnegut himself, the most published and beloved by both our and the imported intelligentsia, did not dare to even dream of such an honor.

Since then, the new glory of Pushkin’s places has gone. Therefore, every more or less competent person now, coming to his native places of one genius, is not superfluous for himself to ask how in the late seventies he lived in the Pushkinoi outback of another genius of the era of the congestive feast. And over the years, this interest is growing more and more.

Otherwise, how to regard the record of an unknown tourist who, surveying an exposition dedicated to the restoration of Mikhailovsky, recorded a surprised phrase in the book of reviews: why is there no stand about Sergey Dovlatov? I don’t know how the leadership of the Pushkin Reserve will react to this remark, but Sergei Donatovich himself already spoke about this: “Everyone is interested in what will happen there after death?” After death, the story begins.

Falled by the death of the brave from love? Sadly realized, but Dovlatov’s story began on August 24, when he died suddenly in New York. This year, one can be considered, alas, tragically anniversary - it turns exactly 10 years, as this amazing person is not with us. But here is a paradox: it would seem that there was not so much time, but a variety of versions of the death of the writer have already appeared.

For example, one of the Dovlatov epigones, Mikhail Weller, assures readers that a long -standing epilepsy brought to the writer’s grave, which he exacerbated with plentiful libations. Maybe so, but I personally like the story told by the former chief director of the Novosibirsk Theater of the young spectator, and now a free New York artist Volodya Rybchevsky. When we met him for the last time, he warmly assured me that Dovlatov’s death was a manly heroic: during a love rendezvous, a heart attack happened with him.

Let everyone choose the most attractive version - depending on the degree of love for this writer.

The village where Dovlatov was missing ... After this lyrical retreat, we will pass after the hospitable mistress into the old rickety house, where the Leningrad dissident lived in the book and in life. The hospitable Vera Sergeevna is happy to show us the room where the future author of the Immigrant dwells. What can be said about her appearance? Approximately the same thing that Dovlatov himself wrote in the “Reserve”, when he first came to Mikhail Ivanch, he was actually in patronymic - Fedorovich and was his brother Baba Duni - approx.

Against the background of the clouds, a rickety antenna blackened. The roof failed in places, the walls were casually upholstered in plywood. The cracked windows are sealed with newspaper paper ... The room looked even more ugly. The middle of the ceiling was threatening. Two metallically beds were littered with rags and stinking sheeps. The egg shell and eggs were whitewashed everywhere ...

So the hero of the “reserve” described his home, and although now the female hands of a diligent summer resident have put things in order in this camp, all the same: the dilapidation of the house cannot be corrected.By the way, the situation can turn out interesting: when by the next decade from the day of the death of the writer they will open the house-museum of the new classic in this, for some reason I am absolutely convinced, its organizers are faced with a difficult to complete task: they will need their own product-the ancient house will definitely not stand!

To do this, they will need to launch a brigade of shabashnikov who received an advance for at least a couple of weeks. As for the exhibits, from personal belongings of memories! Numerous researchers by that time will definitely collect the reviews of the reserve employees with whom Dovlatov once worked. For example, Lida Suvorova Vyta - Lidia Leonidovna is now an employee of the NKC, and in the past a methodologist of the Pushkin Reserve, with pleasure recalls what a modest genius was.

In x, leather jackets were special chic, she had Seryozha. I can’t remember that Sergey smiles at least once. But at the same time he had an amazing sense of humor. I would even say: Fa-and-oh-holo! Later, after reading the "reserve" I realized that many severities from his usual vocabulary later lay down in the book. The head of the library, Nadezhda Matveevna, recalls in the past.

For an inexplicable reason, she asked not to give her last name. Therefore, to see in early September in Mikhailovsky Dovlatov was a surprise. We usually did not greet, ”my interlocutor continues in a quiet voice. Suddenly, Seryozha greeted me so sincerely that I was just dumbfounded. And when he left, then in parting, he said a few very warm words. I even thought then: usually they part in front of a long road, forever.

And so it happened: after a while we learned that Dovlatov emigrated. I sometimes remember that meeting and understand: Sergey came to Pushkin, to say goodbye to Mikhailovskoye. Evdokia Fedorovna herself will add to these research. Despite her 82 years, she still remembers Seryozha well and all his leprosy. It was she who with a grin told the author of these lines, as one day their guest ...

drank her beard. I ask: Kuda beard? And he replies: he came to one woman to intercept the top ten, and she answers, they say, sparkle a beard, I will give you this way. What to do, shaved! There was such an odor ... After such revelations, a simple village old woman, a short tour of the Dovlatovsky house, a completely different meaning appears in the lines: “Lord! For all your dirty, lazy, careless life ...

” And you can finish the tour of Dovlatov’s places ... On the settlement of Voronich, at the grave of Semyon Stepanovich Gamichenko, the legendary guards of the Pushkogorye and ... all the people offended by the authorities who escaped from the fussy cities under the canopy of life -giving streams of the forty. All with whom I would manage to rewind during this business trip was remembered by the "father of Saman" only with kind words.

And this is understandable: in fact, he was the full owner of the local places. In fact, the first secretary of the district committee, by the way, is a very sweet woman, now the honorary citizen of Pushkin Mountains Anna Fedorovna Vasilievna, but in fact it is. They couldn’t even put the pipe in the village without Geychenko: if he said, “No! In his works of Dovlatov, he constantly tugged on the tastes of Semyon Stepanovich, and in particular, for his desire to make Mikhailovsky the ideal in socialist concepts of the Park of Culture and Rest.

But at the same time, he must pay tribute: if Gamichenko ordered that Dovlatov does not even take a wiper to work - He would not have lived in the Pushkin Mountains for the day, he and the other dissident of Andrei Aryev, understanding who the guys contacted - before the war, and at the same time they lived without a registration. The same as he is Okhlamonov, he will be baking, and then he will let go with the world and no longer remember.

Until the next check of the passport regime, which the authorities regularly carried out. Maybe after such revelations, some aesthetic critices will choke on such a rough prose of life. But the real story is how, for example, Sergey bought a bottle of vodka and ... 50 grams of fat in a rural magician. The deprived of a thoughtful pathos will also consider another case when the maestro, sitting in alcohol deep thought in the “Birch” cafe, methodically threw a plate from his table on the asphalt path.

Alas, the writer X could not comply with the high romantic standards of the writer of the Pushkin Pory. He looked like you and me, to our country, wretched and at the same time proud, talented, with kanderbobel! Dovlatov had the courage to turn his own soul inside out. For this, we will remain forever grateful to him: the deprivation and emigrant-man who had the gift of organic silence.