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"Don't die before death"

Dmitry Bavilsky (24/07/03)

E. Evtushenko

Poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko celebrates his next birthday with a traditional author's evening at the Polytechnic Museum. He has such a tradition. So it was, so it will be (the poet signed a symbolic contract with the Polytechnic for 25 years in advance).

Yevtushenko reads poetry beautifully, with his head held high, like an artist, one might say, highly artistic. Because usually poets read texts in a very monotonous way, surrendering to the flow of rhythm, muttering something under their breath, with a sense of mission accomplished - after all, they have already done the main thing, they have written poems, what else is needed? Another thing is Yevgeny Yevtushenko, a loud-voiced tribune, a reciter, a public figure, you don’t want to, but you will admire.

Previously, Yevgeny Yevtushenko performed at stadiums, gathering thousands of listeners, now the chamber amphitheater at the Polytechnic is enough. By the way, others will never assemble this hall. Because times have changed (nowadays "physicists" are held in high esteem), and completely different performers perform at stadiums. More and more like plywood, and here a different artistry is needed.

It's me that in recent times it is customary to dislike the sixties in general, and Yevtushenko in particular. Spit, slander, compose jokes, all sorts of epigrams. It is clear why - the sixties were "let down" by increased sociality, bordering on naivety, disproportionate attention to the "topic of the day" (there is a bonmo about how the poet learns about the death of academician Sakharov and immediately announces that he is going to write a poem dedicated to his memory), all these feuilletonism, newspaper-like, posterity. Shorthand, polygraphy, omnivorousness ... However, in the gigantic amount of Yevtushenko's writings, one can find a lot of beautiful, first-class poems that have long been dispersed into sayings that have come into use.

“The bed was spread out, and you were confused ...”, “Last ago, ago the palisade wept with pitch”, “This is what is happening to me, my old friend does not go to me ...”, “We pull smoke from our pockets , we moo popular songs ... "," I love you more than necessary ... ". So it turns out that if you throw out the “topics of the day” and the “neutron bomb”, a pure, heartfelt lyric will come out, given to help more than one generation of lovers. I myself, to be honest, explained myself with Yevgeny Yevtushenko's sweet, sublime lines. However, in fairness, I will add that not only him.

It is a pity that we do not know how to be grateful. It is sad that we quickly forget the idols of our fathers, our childhood. And the queue for tickets to the premiere of the movie " Kindergarten". And the battles in the Subscription Editions store, where you could win a multi-volume fashionable poet in the lottery. And fresh issues of the magazine "Youth", from which the poems were copied into notebooks. And the same stadiums - and I was there, drinking honey-beer, and, by the way, listening to a poem for a few hours, written by a monstrous free breeze. But he did listen!

Of course, the aesthetics and ideals of the sixties have become dilapidated and faded, other times have come, other names have risen. And now one can have a different attitude towards the work and personality of Yevgeny Yevtushenko, his graduation shirts and the loudly boiling pathos of one of the "fathers of perestroika", but one cannot but give him his due. Because you can't forget your own past. It is necessary to respect him, although "reading your life with disgust ...".

Perhaps in order not to lose the remnants of self-respect.

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Poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko celebrates his next birthday with a traditional
author's evening at the Polytechnic Museum. He has such a tradition.
So it was, so it will be (symbolic contract with the Polytechnic
the poet concluded 25 years in advance).

Yevtushenko reads poetry beautifully, with his head held high, like
an artist, one might say, highly artistic. Because usually
poets read texts very monotonously, surrendering to the flow of rhythm,
mumbling something under their breath, with a sense of mission accomplished - after all
they have already done the main thing, they have written poems, what else do you need? Other
case - Yevgeny Yevtushenko, loud-voiced tribune, reader-reciter,
a public figure, if you don't want to, you'll admire it.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko used to perform at stadiums, gathering thousands
listeners, now it turns out that a chamber amphitheater is enough
at the Polytechnic. By the way, others and this hall will never
do not collect. Because time has changed (nowadays "physics" is held in high esteem),
and completely different performers perform at the stadiums. More
under plywood and here a different artistry is needed.

This is me to the fact that lately it has been customary to dislike the sixties
in general, and Yevtushenko in particular. Spit, slander, jokes
compose, all sorts of epigrams. It is clear why - the sixties
“summed up” increased sociality, bordering on naivety, disproportionate
attention to the "topic of the day" (bonmo walks about how the poet learns about death
Academician Sakharov and immediately announces that he is going to write a poem,
dedicated to his memory), all these feuilleton, newspaper, posterity.
Cursive writing, polygraphy, omnivorousness ... However, in a gigantic amount
written by Yevtushenko, you can find a lot of beautiful, first-class
poems that have long been dispersed into sayings that have come into use.

“The bed was spread out, and you were confused ...”, “To that
ago, ago, the palisade wept with pitch”, “This is what is happening to me,
my old friend doesn’t come to me ...”, “We pull smoke from our pockets,
we moo popular songs ... "," I love you more than necessary ... ".
So it turns out that if we throw out the "topics of the day" and "neutron
bomb”, a clean, soulful lyricist will come out, given to help not
one generation of lovers. I myself, what to hide, explained to
sweet lofty lines of Yevgeny Yevtushenko. However, justice
for the sake of, I will add that not only him.

It is a pity that we do not know how to be grateful. It's sad that it's fast
we forget the idols of our fathers, our childhood. And the queue for tickets
at the premiere of the film "Kindergarten". And the battles in the store "Subscribed
publications”, where one could win a multi-volume fashionable
poet. And fresh issues of the Youth magazine, of which poems
wrote in notepads. And the same stadiums - and I was there, honey-beer
drank, and, by the way, listened to a poem for a few hours, written by
monstrous free breeze. But he did listen!

Of course, the aesthetics and ideals of the sixties are dilapidated and faded,
other times came, other names ascended. And now it's different
relate to the work and personality of Yevgeny Yevtushenko, his shirts
to the release and loudly boiling pathos of one of the "fathers of perestroika",
however, one cannot fail to give him credit. Because you can't forget
its own past. You need to respect him, although "with disgust
reading my life...

Perhaps in order not to lose the remnants of self-respect.

On July 18, the poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko turned 83. But the tongue does not dare to call him an old man: he is striving to carry out grandiose plans. He draws grace from native nature, from their sons, from their beloved Masha.

In the book "Don't Die Before You Die" (1993), there are also pages about the first meeting with a girl 30 years younger than him. Married, sons were born, and then got married in Orthodox Church in Pennsylvania. It was Masha who made such a decision: “I want to baptize our children, be baptized myself and marry you,” whispered Masha. The book was also published in English, its genre was even defined as a political detective story, it touched on the "secret springs of the coup." Beloved women, with whom fate brought them together, are also present in this book.

In early June, Zhenya spoke on the phone about the upcoming trip to the cities and towns of the country. I could not believe: is this going to the people feasible? Is there still a need for a poetic word somewhere in our mentally impoverished Fatherland? But everything came true as conceived by the poet.

- Zhenya, please tell us what was new at meetings with readers?

Once a film was released about us, the sixties. Our generation is really happy. But, unfortunately for our Motherland, the war claimed so many lives! But it also gave our people a well-deserved pride: we won! And this is after so many years of distrust of their own citizens. And suddenly, having fallen for the falsification of Hitler's admiral Canaris about a conspiracy in the Red Army, they began to arrest the best red commanders. Stalin once said: "Cadres decide everything." Yes, it is certainly an axiom. But because of his suspicion, he ordered the arrest of the most talented people. They arrested the best peasants who cultivated the land, the breadwinners of the country, calling them kulaks. Arrested fighting red commanders, the best engineers.

In the chapters of my poem "Bratskaya HPP" I had the image of a hydroelectric power plant builder who built power plants all his life, and then he was arrested as an enemy of the people, accused of espionage. And interrogated for 24 hours straight.

Zhenya, everyone here knows about this tragedy in Russia. But with all this, our youth felt great, got an education, a new generation of poets got stronger, they wrote poetry, gathered powerful audiences. Often their position did not coincide with the official one. They suffered too.

Once I read the first version of the poem "Bratskaya HPP" in the WTO. My then friend, actor Zhenya Urbansky, was at my performance with his wife. When I finished reading, my eye did not find him in the front rows - he seemed to have disappeared. I went to the edge of the stage and saw him buried in his wife's knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs. After the performance, I approached him, he said to me: “Zhenechka, this is the story of my father, do you understand?” A participant in our trip, a young actor Kirill Safonov, told me that his father was an engineer Sayano-Shushenskaya HPP, and he was arrested on some suspicion.

This has happened in our history. And you can't discount it. Our country has made progress, we really had great industrial victories. But for this we lost Agriculture. We've had victories in civil war, and then they began to kill those who led these victories. All this also affected the fate of our generation. We celebrated the 70th anniversary with joy and triumph great victory because our people rose above their own grievances, feeling mortal danger.

Our generation did not fight at the front, we were too young, but we did not move away from trouble, we tried to be something useful.

Here is Bulat Okudzhava. His father, the party secretary of the regional party committee, was arrested, and his mother was arrested, but he nevertheless wrote a statement to be sent to the front. And he was not yet seventeen. And he volunteered. Both of my grandfathers were arrested before the war. I knew about this and at the age of 9 I stood on the roof of the 254th school during the first German bombings, along with other schoolchildren with buckets of sand, with shovels ...

I think the two holidays are inseparable: the 70th anniversary of the Victory and the Year of Literature declared by the president. Poetry from the first days of the war became the ranks of the country's defenders. Then poetry was read everywhere. A poetry evening was arranged at our school, and we perceived Pushkin's poems "Comrade, believe, she will rise, the star of captivating happiness" as written today.

The galaxy of the sixties was united by this citizenship. All of us, boys and girls, became labor veterans during the war years. Somehow worked, were connected in partisan detachments, worked at factories in the rear, on collective farms ... Our citizenship began with this.

And in the Year of Literature I decided to go with the poems of our poets, with actors from Moscow, from St. Petersburg to Siberia, as my mother went, being a good singer. From the first days of the war, she went along with the Red Army and sang, performed in the same brigade with Konstantin Simonov, Margarita Aliger, Pavel Antokolsky and other poets. For us, the Motherland was above some of our grievances. We perceived poetry as a continuation of the Great Patriotic War for our people. And I'm still attentive to poetry, to literature.

Unfortunately, all connections that used to exist between readers and writers have been lost. I do not know of any large organization that would deal with the meeting of readers with writers.

And now state-owned factories and factories have ended up in private hands, but their current owners are not doing any cultural work. If we are talking about some special way for Russia, then the state should not lose our educational traditions. Formerly poets and writers were invited by plants, factories, the largest enterprises. Alas, we have violated the harmonious development of the people.

When I started my first poetic anthology “A Poet in Russia is More Than a Poet”, I turned first of all to the Ministry of Education with a request, because this huge work was a gift to our education. Such a poetic anthology is necessary for every educated family. I asked the employees of the Ministry to recommend libraries and universities to find and read. I didn't even ask them for money. I was first received by Fursenko, who promised to do something. But did nothing! And even when I gave the Ministry of Education 5,000 of my books “All Yevtushenko,” and they disappeared.

I want to name the participants of our journey. These are stage veterans, three people's artists: Sergei Petrovich Nikonenko, who brilliantly read both Yesenin and Mayakovsky; Igor Sklyar (he once played my father in the film "Kindergarten") and Dima Kharatyan. They were joined by a wonderful middle-generation actor Sergei Mokhovikov, who read Gumilyov wonderfully. Young singers - Marina Ivleva from Vladimir and Yevgeny Sorokin - perfectly sang war songs and romances. There was Denis Konstantinov, who played my role in the film "Stalin's Funeral", and he read Pushkin's "Message to Chaadaev", Lermontov's "On the Death of a Poet" and Chatsky's monologue. People of our generation knew all these verses by heart. In our youth, literature was taught differently. And imagine, now our classics are forgotten! Many people heard these verses for the first time! We were welcomed everywhere with open arms. Many even saw the poet in person for the first time. We introduced 28 cities to poetry - from St. Petersburg to Nakhodka and Vladivostok. This lasted 40 days. Performed at Zima station. We were especially warmly welcomed in the Irkutsk region.

- Did you fly on planes?

No, only by train. Trains changed almost every day.

- And who of your relatives traveled with you, because you need special help?

Masha. She was not just a wife, she was a member and my collaborator.

- A woman knows how to hear with her heart both the poet and his poems.

It's amazing. I'll tell you: people cried at concerts. You know, one terrible thing is happening now: reading departments have disappeared in all the philharmonic societies of our country. Freed from actors reading poetry and stories. Literature disappeared from concerts. Everyone told us that this tradition should be restored. Completely destroyed the tradition of transmission good books to the regions, and we had to drag books with us. And everywhere we got an invitation to next year. We need to stop destroying traditions. Our duty, the duty of the state, is to restore them.

Masha Evtushenko.

Let's talk about the poetry anthology you've been working on for 40 years. Highly important question: could you include poems by the laureates of the "Poet" award in the upcoming volumes?

All the winners of this award were included in my anthology because they got there even before they received it.

- Will you send the anthology to the largest libraries in the world?

Yes, the published three volumes of our anthology are already being sold in other countries. In the third volume of one Anna Akhmatova there are 90 verses.

How did you endure such a long and difficult trip, perhaps meetings with readers, with an audience that loves the poetic word, charge you with renewing energy?

Yes, I am always energized by people. I am not an armchair writer. On this trip, I received evidence: it is a lie that our people have fallen out of love with poetry. I would have loved even more if I had been helped to love her. You know, in Krasnoyarsk, for example, our evening lasted 4 hours. They didn't let me go. There was a thunderstorm at Zima station when we performed. And no one was afraid of this, they came.

- How is your museum doing there?

He feels great, he is well visited.

- Has your Museum of Poetry in Peredelkino been replenished with new gifts from painters?

Of course, something is updated there all the time. You know, I brought back paintings by Tomsk and Smolensk artists. Once I received a painting by Oscar Rabin as a gift. He painted this picture specially for my museum. I then performed in Paris and received the UNESCO Prize for uniting peoples through my poetry. There, at the UNESCO Theatre, my new play went out, and in the presence of two and a half thousand spectators there was a half-hour standing ovation for the play “No Years”, staged by Smekhov.

In "Don't Die" before death» Yevtushenko also published poetry. The first, "Farewell to the Red Flag," ends with the significant words:

I didn't take Winter. Did not storm the Reichstag.

I'm not from the "commies". But I stroke the flag and cry.

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Don't die before death

On July 18, the poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko turned 83. But the tongue does not dare to call him an old man: he is striving to carry out grandiose plans. He draws grace from his native nature, from his sons, from his beloved Masha.

In the book "Don't Die Before You Die" (1993), there are also pages about the first meeting with a girl 30 years younger than him. He married, had sons, and then got married in the Orthodox Church in Pennsylvania. It was Masha who made such a decision: “I want to baptize our children, be baptized myself and marry you,” whispered Masha. The book was also published in English, its genre was even defined as a political detective story, it touched on the "secret springs of the coup." Beloved women, with whom fate brought them together, are also present in this book.

- Zhenya, please tell us what was new at meetings with readers?

Once I read the first version of the poem "Bratskaya HPP" in the WTO. My then friend, actor Zhenya Urbansky, was at my performance with his wife. When I finished reading, my eye did not find him in the front rows - he seemed to have disappeared. I went to the edge of the stage and saw him buried in his wife's knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs. After the performance, I approached him, he said to me: “Zhenechka, this is the story of my father, do you understand?” A participant in our trip, a young actor Kirill Safonov, told me that his father was an engineer at the Sayano-Shushenskaya hydroelectric power station, and he was arrested on some suspicion.

This has happened in our history. And you can't discount it. Our country has made progress, we really had great industrial victories. But for this we have ruined agriculture. We had victories in the Civil War, and then they began to kill those who led these victories. All this also affected the fate of our generation. We celebrated the 70th anniversary of the Great Victory with joy and triumph, because our people rose above their own grievances, feeling mortal danger.

Our generation did not fight at the front, we were too young, but we did not move away from trouble, we tried to be something useful.

The galaxy of the sixties was united by this citizenship. All of us, boys and girls, became labor veterans during the war years. Somehow they worked, they were liaisons in partisan detachments, they worked at factories in the rear, on collective farms ... Our citizenship began from this.

Unfortunately, all connections that used to exist between readers and writers have been lost. I do not know of any large organization that would deal with the meeting of readers with writers.

And now state-owned factories and factories have ended up in private hands, but their current owners are not doing any cultural work. If we are talking about some special way for Russia, then the state should not lose our educational traditions. Earlier poets and writers were invited by factories, factories, the largest enterprises. Alas, we have violated the harmonious development of the people.

- Did you fly on planes?

No, only by train. Trains changed almost every day.

- And who of your relatives traveled with you, because you need special help?

Masha. She was not just a wife, she was a member and my collaborator.

- A woman knows how to hear with her heart both the poet and his poems.

It's amazing. I'll tell you: people cried at concerts. You know, one terrible thing is happening now: reading departments have disappeared in all the philharmonic societies of our country. Freed from actors reading poetry and stories. Literature disappeared from concerts. Everyone told us that this tradition should be restored. The tradition of transferring good books to the regions has been completely destroyed, and we had to drag books with us. And everywhere we received an invitation for the next year. We need to stop destroying traditions. Our duty, the duty of the state, is to restore them.

Masha Evtushenko.

Let's talk about the poetry anthology you've been working on for 40 years. A very important question: could you include poems by Poet Prize laureates in the upcoming volumes?

All the winners of this award were included in my anthology because they got there even before they received it.

- Will you send the anthology to the largest libraries in the world?

Yes, the published three volumes of our anthology are already being sold in other countries. In the third volume of one Anna Akhmatova there are 90 verses.

How did you endure such a long and difficult trip, perhaps meetings with readers, with an audience that loves the poetic word, charge you with renewing energy?

- How is your museum doing there?

He feels great, he is well visited.

- Has your Museum of Poetry in Peredelkino been replenished with new gifts from painters?

In the book "Do not die before death" Yevtushenko also published poetry. The first, "Farewell to the Red Flag," ends with the significant words:

I didn't take Winter. Did not storm the Reichstag.

I'm not from the "commies". But I stroke the flag and cry.