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This is what Sasha Vasilyev? Historian fashion scarf?

I do not know what a fashion historian in a shawl, tell us!

Alexander Vasilyev - it was a very colorful character Moscow 60-70-ies., Son of the Vasilyev brothers (who "Chapaev"). Rather, he was the son of only one of the Vasilyev brothers, but some of the - this story does not specify

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In our class, children learn well-known in their fields of people: Gotsiridze, Lakshin, Malinin, Braginsky, Zhivov, Borisov. Odngoklassnikov intellectual level was very high, it causes strain in the classroom, although I have little interest at that time, except for grades, cars and airplanes, I'd know what the hell fuck me for example, chemistry or mathematics (in cars and airplanes to me was important only the design and color). The American show has just ended, the class went catalogs General Motors, Chrysler and Ford - we knew many of the visual model, even including affiliated car - Vauxhall and Opel.

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I made friends with Igor Lebedev. We both collected burnt marks British colonies and rock 'n' Roll record. He had a "Tesla", I - "Spalis. We lived side by side, and I have two or three times a day for him dropped. He lived in a large, on Moscow's notions apartment. His father, Vladimir Lebedev, was an assistant and photographer Khrushchev. They hung a lot of colored house pics Nikita. Subsequently, an emigre from the press, I learned that my father Igor was one of the initiators of the printing of "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich".
Khrushchev, he was accompanied in each trip abroad, brought Igor gifts. I note, however, that the Czech "Tesla" was worse than my "Spalisa. Igor's father did not encourage our hobbies Bill Haley, Tommy Steele and Pat Boone, so that the plate for the record, we were caught where they could.

After Khrushchev's visit to America in Igor got a lot of American things, magazines, books on art. Igor knew angoiysky, preparing himself to enter the MGIMO, the chances he had almost one hundred percent.
Somehow, seeing my work, Igor carried away by the art. Gusto he was short and he took up the most accessible and spectacular area - surrealism. Special knowledge and training not required here, but he managed to paint as he could. Works by Dali, Delvaux, Max Ernst, acted on any. Tanguy and Magritte's work, some were very simple to follow, had only become adept paint volumes and shuruy, unless, of course, is fantasy.
Lebedeva work oil "Baby, fallen from a 20-floor" purchased for 5 rubles (new) Braginsky - person in our class dear. Having 15-20 oil paintings Igor cold, father and this fascination is not approved. I often wore his jacket and shirt, he wanted to give me the jeans, they in Moscow was almost not there. Over the years, our meetings became less frequent, friendly relations lasted until the end of the sixties, when we have not met.

Before his departure from the Union, I called him, my mother said that he was in Washington. A couple of years ago, in the LDCs, I read an article about a Soviet diplomat I. Lebedeva, convinced that he was talking about Igor.

More of my zhruzya had little resemblance to Lebedev. In the personnel department of GUM (I get there as a loader) met with Bob Dokuchaev. I was in jeans and a lend-lease green park, while clothing was one of the main indicators of the status of its owner in the area of Gorky Street. After seeing "their" could start a conversation without ceremony. Then already begun to come about poluangliysky jargon, all there "skeypanem", "vaytovye truzera", "shuznya", etc. These words are used not only fartsa and pochtmi all young. Bob "bricklayer" we immediately became friends, spent time together in the "Youth" and "Moscow". Summer had given up on the south - Igor Lebedev sent me a letter from the holiday home in Miskhor. I thought that Bob would be interesting to visit. The Kursk got into the first train south, the money we have almost no, just a backpack with many of people.

The usual way from Moscow to Simferopol occupies half of the day, while we traveled for four days, a couple of times we chafing. Slept on the luggage third shelf, grub problem was not - the road is always treated. The guys we were sociable, especially likeable cornstalk Bob. From Simferopol to Yalta traveled by trolley, there for a week slowed. In tishortah white and blue jeans walked the streets of Roosevelt, how, "shtatniki. Found, of course, their own kind, the time spent cheerfully. They settled on the loaders vegetable base near the beach "Mermaid" had a day gold piece. Returned to Moscow only in late August. Lived a week at home, then again fled. Some days we lived with Bob in good house, in the Pipe, it shows us Alexander Vassiliev. There was a sort of mezzanine, there were two cot with glass wool, cozy. Occupy this place should have been no later than eleven, we closed the hatch, but it did not get away from the drunken, after twelve climbed, snakes.

The idea to slip away from the Union was then, not modern, every second of our environment. Only a few ideas, he had to be persistent and courageous. On the map had to be submitted to Batumi. I was ready for this was not, despite all the arguments of Bob - I remember Odessa children's home, and hopes for success were few.
A couple of years, Bob waved his alone. After that, I never saw him again. Bob Khurgin Dokuchaev and ex-wife claimed that he was killed, but the exact circumstances, no one knew. By the time he was not even nineteen. I was very sorry for him, though in recent years, he did oshizel and communicate with him was impossible.

Here it should be noted that many of the guys with whom I was friendly, fond of for some time, Western painting. I had a collection of reproductions available and I could explain the essence of the case. Dokuchaev drew even before his acquaintance with me, so that abstract art captivated him immediately. In his makeshift shack in Pirogovka I saw the canvas with patches a la E. Ney. He did and kleevskuyu "linear" schedule. Six years ago, in New York, I was Volodya Teteryatnikova, and in one of his albums of the sixties found its Dokuchaev and drawing once, then visited at his home. When dating women, Bob, in my example, declared himself abstractionist - operated smoothly, the most intelligent fool can zatorchat with bitter words of Jackson Pollock and Salvador Dali. "Crocodile" has made these artists good publicity.
After the American exhibition a month or two painted cars in our class that worked I am not alone. Satskaya and other invented dikovennye bumpers, put on the radiators, six or eight lights. About Abstract Expressionism, I remembered at once, somewhere in November.

Once the parents had gone somewhere for the day. I laid on the floor a few kleenok for insurance, frayed and spread watercolor, opened a couple of bottles of ink. Pollokovsky method of work, I knew, I saw pictures in the exhibition. I used the school drawing paper. Countersigned by the gum arabic for two or three sheets. First pasted background, using cut back issues of the American magazine "Foundry", his father received. Paintbrushes dipped in dish with watercolor on drawing paper, she went to bed well, and glossy magazine letters avoided. Well worked English script - the firm. He began then all this watered ink, got carried away and almost all flogged, was serfdom fear dirty walls, this would be my parents are not forgiven. One of the work dried and hung over the bed, the rest had to be thrown.

All winter the fifty-ninth /sixtieth, after the failure of the "large" size and ink I was doing fine abstractions a la journal "Poland", to make small collages, superimposed on top white gouache. The texture was rich, but short-lived. Technology abstract expressionism mastered only in the summer. His parents rented a dacha, he worked on the veranda - space.

My mother tried to make fun of my occupation, teasing me "Aloshey" was such a moron with Palashevsky market. He drew anything from a feudal castles to color triangular-spiral abstractions. I was with him a couple of times in his zassanoy room was not breathe. His work I did not like, I'm still not ready then to the perception of such idiocy. Working with oil, he could not, is cheap poster gouache. Stilyagi bought his ties with palm trees and crocodiles, they were made of the same gouache through a stencil. We took some and abstraction, he asked for them no less than a bottle of port. Paintings and ties Alosha covered with a layer of varnish, so it looked like everything decently, shone.

This Alosha was not alone - demand breeds supply, dudes need not only to the ribs "with Bill Haley. Price for such "abstractions" rarely exceed the cost of a bottle of vodka, cloth with mollusks were much higher, pulled up from chervonetz chetvartaka.
The next time I went to see him only a year later, neighbors said that in Moscow he was evicted, then the law has already begun to wreak havoc on parasitism. "Crocodile" mocked the Americans, who buy scribble chimpanzees Betsey, and me at this time began to work like ugly, illogical. I appreciated the painter's rudeness De Kooning, was like early, before the "arabesque", Jackson Pollock.
After that summer I realized that the necessary knowledge and reproduction, because then I'm not quite understand what he was doing. Since late August, stayed in the sixtieth Inostranka, "America" and "Crocodile" I have already outgrown. Going to school tired, walked two, transferred in the evening, on the street 25-th October, near the library - Inostranka morning, with six in the evening school. In the evening school in general did not raise deuces, teachers meet students from any nonsense, driven percentage performance. My father stopped by several times in the library, looking form, talking to workers, believe in the seriousness of my self.

Of course, he could not endorse it all, but do nothing, we worked out a compromise solution. His previous "arts" I won the right to autonomy, in addition, there was another case, which has restored my confidence in parents.
Plus raypsihdispanseru I was registered in the nursery at 83-em police department, were the cause of frequent runaways. Chief of a child's room was Margarita Mikhailovna Milovanova, police Major. It has repeatedly threatened me "Ikshey", they talked about the colony. I do not very much afraid. Father, this would not be allowed, as a professor and an old Bolshevik, he enjoyed the respect and authority. One day she brought me home Medinskaya writer, author of "Honor", which describes a "kook" Teens and their "correction" in the colony. She herself, quite far from stupid woman, my rant did not cope, in disputes that time I was great to train. Then, to my surprise, my father intervened and quite politely presented it, and my mother managed to calm Margarita Mikhailovna.

In our contract with my father, I, for its part, was required in two years in any case to obtain the certificate, he admitted, even as external examinations. In these circumstances, the father began to devote my monthly amount. This allowed me to take off for the whole winter cottage in Kalistovo (53 km from Moscow). There I began to live and work. On the road to Moscow and back, I spent about three hours. In almost all trains had delved Mutter, not to waste time in vain. Receiving the money, I bought canned goods, pasta and potatoes. All my problems were quickly resolved. I think that hardly anyone from Moscow hudlzhnikov had at the time such a "hedge" freedom.


A couple of months, I attended a course taxi drivers from 4-th park. When registering, I replaced the passport birth year, five took over three - it is not difficult, but it did not come of age. Be our task in shifts of six hours a day, then I went to Razin. The structure of cars we have studied seriously. Makeyev, our teacher, was very demanding. I liked the poster adjustment, something I have pretty well. I liked the steady hum of the engine, the smell of gasoline.

The guys on the course knew about my main hobby, as I usually did not spare notebooks and textbooks. The large "perekusochnoy" change many of them did at my request, "abstraktsionazm. The condition was - not to peek into the work of each other, techniques - colored pencils. Work of future taxi drivers were generally very similar. Typically, they used a diagonal through the whole list, "jumping brush" and always eye. Unexpectedly complex work gave Lishchenko - then he confessed that he had cleverly camouflaged in his abstractions of beetles and butterflies. Reproductions to these tests, I did not show them, so that they all went inside. Loew Kershner and Misha Polyakov done pochtm that Mondrian used the design of a cafe across the street. "Steward" Shamritsky issued a frenzied expressionism, broke a pencil and broke through in several places the paper - closed up Hartung, confident that they are unlikely to have been close friends.

Cartoons of Western painting appeared at that time in many newspapers and magazines, a stereotype "abstraktivizma", as I found out, was formed.
Some, especially on the second pass, seeing other people's work, were carried away and continued to paint during the lesson. Makeyev, our teacher, threatened me (after eight absences driven automatically, but I was already five). Before driving I do not have time to get - a week later I was kicked out. A pack of work these guys I kept a long time.
It occurred to me, and that if illiteracy use as a new value, if the work is extremely bad, not whether they are just so excellent. The idea of such an exhibition had to be postponed for at least a decade - it then me so it seemed.

After the course I began to "construct" their own engines, put them on their planes and tanks. My father once looked looked at my "diesel", at first glance, there was still "way" - injector, cylinder block, etc., but then I was disappointed - such nonsense, he probably saw the first time in my life . On my motor any war would be soon lost. My favorite book has long been a "Life Berezhkova A. Beck, many" technical "work was done under her impression.

Subsequently, I was doing experiments in the madhouse. Choose the most wrapped and first "programmed" them - showing pictures and some their designs. I gathered a collection of the most "outstanding" work. Some of the most illogical decision, I used them in things. Works of schizophrenics made with brushes and paint freely current, it is sometimes very good. They needed time to work on time to tear, otherwise the extra two or three swab turns everything into mud. "Deaf" psychos without control all zaparyvali - worked to a victorious end, "concealed the entire surface. Now I feel sorry for this lost collection, but then I have trained myself to destroy even their own work. Stand on the spot, I could not, I'm interested in what's next - a process for the process.

In foreign nationals in total, I spent at least three or four years. Without current information, work in the forefront, it would be impossible for me. A good source in the beginning was Leninka. In the common room where one could get even "secret vices academics" article Malevich. Some of my friends Safonova dug "Museum of the book, is also in Leninke, right of the main entrance. You could get "Grafis", "Ozhurdi" was quite a lot of albums and books on painting. A good point was the information and library in the house-museum of Mayakovsky, the Russian edition of the twenties. In Inostranka on the stairwell of the second floor were tyat chairs covered with white byazyu, a local debating society, kuralka. There, basically, I became acquainted with many artists and connoisseurs of painting. His place in the hall, I served with eleven. It was at the window to the left of the entrance.

On the first page of Pravda published a crushing ilychevsk article - it was immediately after Khrushchev's blowing up in the Manege. In the smoking room the next day was a lot of talk about it - a blow for us was unexpected. Of the guns on the wheel. It was found that exhibited bilyutinskaya "group", for her, none of us did not take seriously, so amateur. Safonov suggested that the values it does not have to Khrushchev certainly Laktionova than any painting, like a red rag to a bull. In terms none too shy - the inertia of a thaw. Bald pate parody: "so-called abstraktivizm ... which, excuse me, comrades, our people (and any other cattle) with *** do not need) which again is true) ... pidarasy !...!».