Biography Margolin Evgeny

I will give you the old areas, within the framework of the window, sunset copper. I can put on a ring of boulevards on a little finger.

I will give you what you want, I just don’t know what to be? After all, I also invented you-there was no one to give me gifts in his relationship with people a very high moral bar, some kind of absolute hearing for the slightest falsity, insincerity, to the limit of the permissible. Not everyone understood him “should be easier to treat”, but he could not imagine that it could be otherwise.

Zhenya always spoke in the eye of everything that he considered necessary, even if the interlocutor was unpleasant. The form, as a rule, was gentle, delicate, but the essence of this did not change. Living in Riga, he almost annually came on vacation to Odessa, his hometown. Starting from the winter in letters and on the phone, he constantly kept repeating that he could no longer wait for August and there will be a colonnade at the Vorontsov Palace, Primorsky Boulevard, Deribasovskaya, Bugaz.

And having arrived and hugging us, he smiled broadly and always said one phrase: “Well, it seems, I'm in Odessa! A few days after the arrival, his acquired Baltic elegance and respectability went somewhere, Odessa intonations, words and turns reappeared in speech. Probably, the Odessa air and the native Black Sea, and above all, communication with loved ones did this miracle - he literally transformed before his eyes, became happy.

With great pleasure, Zhenya walked around the Old City and was in childishly rejoiced, showing his daughter or us, who constantly live here, commemorative from past years of the Odessa courtyard, an old well, a balcony, an openwork bars, saw under an unexpected angle what we passed without noticing. He was ironic and witty, with an invariably good taste, loved to make surprises, adored joking draws and laughed the most.

The sense of humor, a subtle joke, is very appreciated in people, lightness in communication, although the main thing was always not a form, but the essence - who are you, how you relate to your work, people, to life, and this determined the degree of proximity. Organized and punctual, he did not suffer optionality - this was for him the second unacceptable human quality after dishonesty.

Therefore, being quite sociable, it was not easy to close with new acquaintances, as if letting them through a certain internal filter. Eugene never seriously considered himself a poet, in the mature age he did not write poetry - he put off “for later”, but in his youth and in his youth he was completely revealed. The fact that in everyday life, filled with work, problems, everyday life, could not and should not be expressed aloud, was clearly manifested in verses.

In them, he knew how to do without edification, it is very natural to talk about the secret. I checked this on many - not only in my youth, but also in adulthood. People, listening to his poems, he never read them, somehow brightened, their faces became younger, and their eyes were warmer. This means that the author’s feelings touched on their souls, and this is more important than seemingly professionally written minted lines that are not perceived by their hearts.