Died Andrei Voznesensky
 

in Moscow after a long illness on 78 th year of life at home, died a famous poet Andrei Voznesensky.

This agency "Interfax" informed source in the medical community. In 2010, Andrei Voznesensky suffered his second stroke, after which he finally recovered. The first poet suffered a stroke 4 years ago.
Andrei Andreyevich Voznesensky was born May 12, 1933 in Moscow. Ascension graduated from Moscow Architectural Institute in 1957 and trained as an architect. In 1958 his poems appeared in periodicals, and from the poem "Masters" (1959), poetry, Voznesensky rapidly burst into the poetic space of modernity, having been recognized millions of readers. The poet was one of the messengers of the Khrushchev thaw, and one of the most vivid representation generation of the sixties.
In 1960, out first collection of poems of the poet - "Parabola" and "Mosaic". Visit the Ascension in 1961, the U.S. has in the cycle of poems "40 lyrical digressions of the poem" The Triangular Pear ".
In March 1963, the first secretary of the CPSU Central Committee and Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR, Nikita Khrushchev, gathered in the Kremlin, "the artistic intelligentsia." On the podium was called Ascension, which had no time to say a few words, as Khrushchev attacked the young poet with a fierce curses, threats to expel him from the country. As the country began the campaign with conceptual design and revelations. Ascension decided at the time to leave Moscow.
His prints, but most do not publish. Each of his book instantly disappear from the shops (part of the circulation just takes a nomenclature). For three decades, the critic wrote about him a few times.
(Interfax)
Sorry, very sorry. Land him down ...

He left the great Russian poet
 

Not deny
from each of the last lines -
from the most hopeless and shivering
of the actress.

Do not give up
from the life of a hasty,
from children's unnecessary jumps
and of blasphemy.

Do not give up -
"Not one step, do not it for us eh?"
Perhaps, with the erring, liars ...
My every bush!

In my darkest hour,
Although absurd,
Poetry I have not betrayed,
not forsake.

I have my life
expressed in the confessional.
But on the whole world broadcast confession.
All admit.

Crowd shriekers
waiting, laughing at the door:
"Kus him, cous!
All that said, sighing, certified.

Do not deny.

• You wake me at dawn,
  conduct unshod come out.
  You know what I'll never forget.
  You never see.
  Shielding you from colds,
  I thought: "God Almighty!
  I'll never forget.
  I'll never see again. "
  This water in the dam goosebumps,
  This Admiralty and Exchange
  I will never forget
  and never see again.
  Do not blink, water from the wind
  bad brown cherry.
  Return-a bad sign.
  I'll never see again.
  Even if the land back
  we are again, according to Hafiz,
  We, of course, you and I stretched.
  I'll never see again.
  And that, as a minimum
  Our Misunderstanding with you
  the future misunderstanding
  two live with the emptiness dead.
  And swing meaningless vysyu
  couple of phrases, had flown from here:
  "I'll never forget.
  I'll never see again. "

Andrei Voznesensky "Saga"