May 24 Joseph Brodsky would have turned 70 years

[Игорь Гурьев]

Сообщение от Weil

Once a girl from our company, which Brodsky was hardly knew, asked him for his birthday. That was before the NOBEL PRIZE. And he unexpectedly arrived. 20 people crowded into one dvadtsatimetrovoy room. And 19 people in one half and one - Joseph - in the other. There, on his part, was a circle of light from the lamp on the floor, and he drew thoughtfully on his foot. You see, no one dared to approach him and talk.

Yes, it seems.

In the year 1989, Brodsky was waiting for a visit to his (and my) friend Natalya Gorbanevskaya.
She called as their Parisian friends all arrived, the winner yet.

So with half an hour about late poet comes, and I see how the presence, shy, looking at him, unable to speak.

I had to take matters into their own hands the conversation, in general, for the three-hour dialogue, the lion's share has fallen to me, and I tried so hard to be relaxed, interesting, interest in the masters and so on, which absolutely can not remember what we talked about.

Well, probably only a couple of phrases I remember.

[Евгений]

Сообщение от Guriev, Igor

I had to take matters into their own hands the conversation, in general, the three-hour dialogue, the lion's share has fallen to me;

Anatoly, thanks, interesting .. You probably only on the forum, who communicated with the great poet ..

[Самвел]

Brodsky Address on spilled milk "

I generally reacted with disbelief to the neighbor
Offensive to the stomach over the kitchen
Worst of all, annoying personal view on the role of man in life
They consider me a bandit
Taunted my appetite
I do not use their credit
"Pour it thinner"
. . . . .
I'm sitting on a chair in a large apartment
Niagara gurgling in empty sartire
I feel myself the target of a shooting range
Started at the slightest knock.
I closed the front door bolted, but
night in my celite horns of Aries,
like Cupid with a bow, like
Stalin in the XVII Congress of the "toolkit"

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. . . . .
I love the native fields, ravines
Rivers, lakes, hills, wrinkles,
all is well: but shit man
in the body, and spirit of the weak
That's me right law naknokal:
everything depends Bright Falcon
Lord, break even a couple of glasses!
Once tolerate women?
. . . . .
Green summer, eh, greens of summer!
What I whispered bush euonymus
Good to walk without a vest!
Green summer return.
He walks a little girl, oh, a kerchief,
He walks around the field, tearing flowers
Get to a daughter, uh, get to a daughter.
In the sky swallow winds.
. . . .
I sit by the window, clasping his knees,
in the society's own dirty shadow.

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Brodsky
  
Farewell, mademoiselle VERONICA
I

If you finish the day under the wing of a dove,
that is realistic, since grinder
becoming a luxury small nations -
after a number of combinations
Mars moves closer to the palm trees;
and I myself flies will not lay a finger
even at its apogee, in July -
word, if I did not die from a bullet
if I die in bed in pajamas
because the belong to the great power,

II

some twenty years later, when my scion,
failing otovarit bay glow,
able to earn himself, I dare
leave his family - through
20 years old, surrounded by care
by reason of insanity in the house with pharmacy
when I come on foot, if enough force
for the only thing about you in Russia
I recall. Though against the rules
back at what the other left.

III

It is in morals deem progress.
Twenty years later, I'll be behind a chair,
where are you in front of me sat
a day when the body of Christ
ended crucifixes flour -
the fifth day of the Passion you were sitting, hands
crossed, as Bonaparte on Elba.
And at all intersections were white willow.
You put her hands on the green dress
no risk to disclose them in his arms.

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IV

This position, with all affection,
gemma is the best for our lives.
And she - is not inert. This -
apotheosis in ourselves subject:
replacement of simple humility peace.
That is a new kind of Christianity, to whom
duty to cherish and uphold the
those who must be able, even
When Gabriel comes to the trumpet,
dead object to continue to him!

V

The prophets is not accepted to be healthy.
Oracles in the mass of injured people. Short,
I have not sighted more than Nazonov Calchas.
Therefore prophesy - is like a cactus
or snapdragons hold to the visor.
Anyway, that teach the alphabet Braille.
Hopeless. Objects, at least,
just like you to touch the world
that is, damn little.
What is your victim, this is the oracle.

VI

You surely will forgive me this
gaersky tone. This is the best method
strong feelings of the mass rescue
weak. Greek principle mask
again in the course. For in our time
strong perish. While the tribe
weak - fruits and apart and wholesale.
Take the same today as my postscript
Darwin's theory, so withered,
this new truth jungle.

VII

Twenty years later, for easier recall
what is missing, than to fill
this is something different from the outside;
For lack of the right worse
What is your absence - the new Gogol
I can see a lot, no doubt, plenty of
without looking back, without that strong fear, -
a magic lantern Easter
revives the sounds of water from the tap
the chair empty as canvas screen.

VIII

In our past - greatness. In days to come - prose.
For with empty seats is not more demand
than you, it sat La Garde quieter
hands folded, as I wrote above.
However, the amount of his, nowadays embrace
much less than the outstretched hands of the crucifixion.
So this discovery singer lame
now, on the Passion and sixty-seven,
before me, the likeness of a veto looms
to jump in the nineties century.

IX

If I could save that bird
that is, if it is not swept away the eggs,
and in this and the maze without Ariadne
(For a death there are options
foresee that - too valor)
I stay alone, and, alas, spodoblyus
cholera, denunciation, sent to the camp,
then - unless you lie, that Lazarus
been raised, I'll rise again.
But soon, you know, approaching the chair.

X

However, haste is stupid and sinful. Vale!
That is nowhere so hurry. Hardly
may sturdy chair to threaten destruction.
For us, in the East, furniture
serves three generations in succession.
And I rule the fire and theft.
It's frightening that it can be mixed with a bunch
other at harvest. In that case,
I was even willing to make notches,
depicting doves doves.

XI

Suppose now circling like bees hives
general orbits of tables and chairs
chair yours for the night dining.
Tattoo - no disgrace, but the foundation of a new
astronomy that - go to a whisper -
confirms the military-prison experiences:
branded items - the source of solid
views of the world from living and dead.
So I do not look like a similar person
Similar to the chair with anguish Ulysses.

XII

I - not a collector of relics. Just think, if
This speech is longish, that we are on the chair
only a pretext to penetrate into other areas.
For out of every great faith
remain, as a rule, only power.
That same judge about the power of love, if things
those to whom you touched today,
turn - when your life - in the sanctuary.
Show: proof such manners
not the grandeur of the singer, but his powers.

XIII

Russian eagle, having lost the crown,
now resembles a crow.
Him, proud recently, scream
now a guttural rumble.
It is - or old eagles - the voice of passion,
turned into a consequence, echo power.
And the love song - a little quieter.
Love - imperial feeling. You
is that Russia to its success,
can not speak to you differently.

XIV

The chair is warm and absorbs
air hallway. In the riser after drop
falls drop from the tap. Modestly
chatters clock under the lamp. Exactly
light falls on the empty walls
and the flowers in the window, whose shade
seek the frame to extend the apartment.
And at all creates a picture
that at this moment - and far and near -
as it was before us. And as will be later.

XV

Good night to you, and me - not watching.
Good night to my country, for the information
personal accounts with me Wish there,
where, through the miles or just a miracle,
you turn into a postal address.
The trees rustling outside the window and outline
Roof is the border days ...
In a stationary body sometimes insane
opens in hand, as in a furnace, the damper.
And the pen behind you running after him.

XVI

No catch! .. Forasmuch as you - as a cloud.
That is, look virgins, of course, look
soul for men. Do not you, Muse?
This causes death and Union.
For the soul - of disembodiment. Well, the farther
from me. Do not overtake! .. Give
goodbye hand. Thanks for that.
Stately our separation, because
parting. Falls silent zither.
Forever - not a word, and really figure
whose zeros, when we were overgrown with grass,
block the era and century with a vengeance.
1967
Works Joseph Brodsky.
Pushkin Fund.
St. Petersburg, 1992.

[Кирилл Сызранский]

I entered instead of a wild beast in a cage,
burned out his term and klikuhu nail in the barracks,
lived by the sea, played roulette
dined with the devil knows whom in a tailcoat.
From the top of the glacier, I surveyed half the world,
three drowned, twice been ripped.
He threw the country, that I nursed.
From forgotten me can make a city.
I wandered in the steppes, who remembered screams Hun,
put on a de novo that is in vogue
sown rye, black curtains tolyu barn
and drank only water, dry.
I let in my dreams blued pupil escort
eating the bread of exile, leaving crusts.
Allowed his ligaments all sounds, in addition to whine;
switched to a whisper. Now I'm forty.
What to say to me about life? That was long.
Only with the sorrow I feel the solidarity.
But as long as my mouth did not score clay
from it will be heard only gratitude.

[Peter]

• In the village of God does not live in the corners,
  is thought to scoffers, but everywhere.
  He sanctifies the roof and the dishes
  and fairly divides the door in half.
  In the village he izbytke.V iron
  He cooks on Saturdays lentils,
  sleepily was dancing on the fire,
  winks at me as an eyewitness.
  He puts the fence, issues
  girl for the forester and a joke
  satisfied eternal undershoot
  obezchiku, shooting at a duck.
  The possibility of it all is to observe,
  listening to the whistling of the autumn,
  only, in general, grace
  available in the village atheist.

1964

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"... In the Pen-Club, the day after the reading of his poetry, the question ... why he was a Christian, Brodsky:" Because I am not a barbarian ..."( 1973) Prot.Aleksandr Schmemann "Blogs" page .10, izd.Russky put.2005g

[Игорь Гурьев]

Going back to the meeting (perhaps it was the spring of 1989 th).
Well, in general, we gathered Natalia Gorbanevskaya.
I bought a case for such an expensive wine (as I remember, it was worth much as a hundred francs, in terms of Sovrem. Will be a Jew because Jews 30; and in France French wines at that price are very expensive).
Here it is:

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Well, in general, to 20.00 all together, only Brotskava yet.
They waited in a state of certain polunervoznosti another half hour.
Then I say:
-There is a known thing: we must open the bottle, and then called himself will come. In general, we are gathered here to drink and tagdalii, so let's do it, and if the Nobel lureat late, so let him drink what he will.
And just when I opened a bottle, as fellow Nobel laureate rang the doorbell.
I'm not trying to make, so it was.
It is difficult to say just now, what year were "Chateau Maine.
Most likely, 1985 or 1986, but certainly not 1984 (the year was below average). But it is possible that in 1983 ...
I would like to think so, because at that time the 1983rd was my favorite wine a year ...
1982-nd, too, was nothing ...
Ah, but what was the 1985 th!
In general, I think, probably, still Chateau Maine, and was this year.
In short, if anyone would drink Chateau Maine (this is a firm Cordier, that it produces, it produces a more Bordeaux wines, in general good, can not go wrong if you buy), then he can be sure that Comrade Brodsky drank it.

[Самвел]

[SergeiSK]

While it is well known, only one "business project" Joseph Brodsky: since 1987, he was co-owner of restaurant "Russian Samovar" in Manhattan. On the eve of 70 th anniversary of Poet (May 24) The owner of institution told Ogonyok "tastes a poet and why Brodsky had not received their share of profits

"Russian" New York, whose population, according to the most conservative estimates of statisticians, has caught up close to one million, in fact, can be easily divided into two unequal parts. Those who walk in the Russian Samovar, and all the rest.
Restaurant, the first owner who was a poet Joseph Brodsky, dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov and a former art our companion Roman Kaplan, culinary critics have long referred to as the Russian monument in Manhattan, although in the heart of the Big Apple, you can easily find the kitchen a little better, and prices lower. And it is not in the 15 kinds of vodka brand own making. Just "Samovar" was never just a restaurant. Where else would you be able to see Dmitri Hvorostovsky, for example, performing with a glass in hand, "Black Eyes", or accidentally catch the Nobel laureate Derek Walcott, reading at a table in the far corner of the new poems?

- The novel, about the "Samovar" tell the most unbelievable stories. According to one of them, you somehow used Brodsky as a "hack". Allegedly, he wrote in your letter to the journal, which then issued for your signature?

- This letter was in response to an article in the magazine "New Yorker" in which a restaurant called "jack of the Russian mafia." Joseph then wrote the first version of the letter, and then we had a long argument with him, until finally completely disagreed with the arguments of the article's author. Because "Russian Samovar" is indeed a nest of Russian poetic and artistic "Mafia" in New York.
And the letter actually published under my signature. The author then came to apologize, but was not adopted: here with quarrelsome people, we do not communicate.

- By the way, many of those who had to talk, said that Brodsky never liked to socialize with people. Could easily offend his interlocutor, and in general was a man unpredictable.

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- This is complete nonsense. Just very quickly lose interest if a meeting with them, people began to carry a set of conventional platitudes. Imagine every day you fit a dozen people and every one of them begins with the same phrase, "Joseph A., thank you for your creativity. After these words he immediately became interested. In general, he quickly assessed the people all the time repeated that a person "all written in the muzzle", and before they come together or separate, we sniff each other like dogs. Strangers he really did not like.

- But you have been friends for almost 40 years.

- I met in Leningrad, in a flat, where Joseph reading his poems. He was about 19, in my opinion. I then went to graduate school and was considered a great specialist in foreign languages. Translated from English, German, French. At Joseph's was a favorite word "channel". So he often said that "Roma language channel. He often rang me when he needed to know the value of a word. True, my answers are always perceived suddenly. There are, for example, in English the word exit, and 99 percent of people know that it means simply "exit". And he translated it as "the end of the road", the transition to eternity.

- Do any of you had turned to New York?

- We left the Union at the same time, in 1972. I, however, nobody expelled. I just wanted to see what the West.
In general, all foreign countries in our company very attractive. From hand to hand transmitted magazines, "America", which only started to be sold. This, of course, was pure propaganda, but we did not care. Just imagine: a glossy, glossy magazine, and it picture - a man in blue jeans (!), In denim shirt (!) Lies on the hood of their own car (!). And below the signature, this is an American is unemployed, he receives an allowance of $ 300 and is forced to ride on an old car. Since that time the dollar was worth 5 rubles, we multiply and thought that he receives 1,500 rubles. So we all, of course, wanted to be an unemployed American.

- But eventually opened a restaurant in Manhattan?

- No. I first taught at the university in Israel, then worked as a doorman for almost six months in New York. True, my shift lasted from 12 pm to 8 am, so that the open door was almost no one. And then a few years sold the painting in only when the "Russian" Gallery Edward Nahamkina. It has now been exhibited all the famous artists - from mosquitoes to Melamed to Tselkov and Oscar Rabin.

- A restaurant?

- This is my wife wrong. I have always loved to cook and loved to make friends. The gallery is always crowded Nahamkina huge number of artists, but it was closed promptly at 6 pm and all "moved" to me: I lived almost opposite.
And in the midst of talks under the drink came from work my wife and had to clean up after us. This went on for seven years, until she said, "If you so want to take your friends, open a restaurant!" I thought it was not such a bad idea.
Money, as usual, was not, but I caught some huge number of investors and in 1986 opened a "Samovar". A year later, if not Brodsky, I would close it.

- Why?

- I knew nothing about this business. Where? For me it was most important to treat people who come to me, drink with them ... the more it seemed to me, we have chosen a good place: a 52-second Street, near Broadway theaters, the house where he lived, Frank Sinatra. But the theaters were closed, and next to us built a huge apartment building, so that even the restaurant's sign could not see. Partners fled, and I was going to close the institution.
Suddenly, Joseph received the Nobel Prize! So he got some money! I agonized for a long time, but eventually called him. And Joseph was very fond of coming to us and at once he said that he was ready to become co-owner of the restaurant, put the money right now and talk about this idea Mice - he called the Baryshnikov. But since it came Brodsky, and he agreed.
We then decided that it would be the Russian Club. Small, cute, for their. My wife, however, said that once again we burned up, because friends do not pay, but it seems she was wrong. Of course, it was such altruistic act, although it strongly helped the world literature: it was in this restaurant Joseph began to write in English, trying to juggle the language. He tried, for example, rhyme menu "Samovar": Pelmeni for many ("Dumplings for many"), Vinegret - you won't regret ("Vinaigrette - will not be sorry.")

- It is said that Brodsky had come to America without knowing the language.

- It was incredibly difficult. He taught, preparing for lectures. And he needed his incredible ideas to translate into English. I, as a linguist, I understand how hard he worked. Yet its got. I do not know any Russian writer who could capture enough foreign language to write it poetry. Nabokov does not count: after all, in English, he spoke to his childhood.
But Joseph felt very precisely the word. Therefore, by the way, very fond of talking to polublatnoy hair dryer.

- In the sense of love after the reference?

- No. At the hair dryer he always said. He saw it as something real, genuine. Therefore tried so hard to master thieves jargon and therefore in his poetry as often come across criminal phrases.

- But outwardly he gave the impression of a very gentle man.

- In fact, Joseph always knew exactly with whom and how he wants to communicate. Could be very tough with strangers and incredibly generous with his friends. For me at that time $ 200 was a lot of money. And he all the friends who came from the Union, once gave for 1000. And not just to give: he arranged his endless lectures at American universities, acquainted with the publishers and writers.

- But he never wanted to go back?

- No. They are here in a restaurant once talked with Misha Baryshnikov that would be good to return to Leningrad, but incognito! To no one knew. But this was impossible.
He is survived by the love of Leningrad, but stayed and incredible pain when it is shameful the Government would not let him on the funeral of their parents. He gave me once said about government: "They have done without me, but I did without them."
Already in the early 90's here came a man, he was the rector of Leningrad University, and just begged me to call Joseph. Because the next day came Sobchak, and he very much wanted to meet with Brodsky.
They met. Sobchak, had invited him to come, said that he wanted to give some degree of honor. Joseph in response gave him his book, signing it "the mayor of the city madman" ...
Although, I think he still missed. Therefore, and found myself Venice, a place, a little like Leningrad. But Russia did not want to see it and die there, too, would not, though, and wrote about it.

- But Brodsky somehow involved in the affairs of the restaurant?

- No, of course. Aside from the fact that he loved us to eat. Very fond of dumplings, roast goose. He liked to drink vodka is not simple, although in general he could not drink anything. Loved dill, kinzovuyu, hrenovuhu ...

- That is the famous wine in "Samovar" appeared with his participation?

- It's my idea. As owner of the restaurant, I must go to every guest, with someone to talk to someone for a drink. But the infusion began with the fact that I drank three glasses of vodka and the usual drunk. I wrote to my old friend, who has a huge collection of books, and he sent me recipes from home vodkas from the book in 1802 ... They described the 300 infusions. But again did not work, simply because it lacks many of the ingredients. Red and black currants, for example, in America it is difficult to find, kidneys all ... Although, unlike the usual vodka such infusions can be, and ten glasses of drink.

- Brodsky you this support?

- Of course! His childhood had a bad heart, but he never paid any attention to it. He smoked cigarettes, bit off and spit out the filter, for example. He said that it is the way it should. Quit smoking and stayed, I think, three days ...
He, incidentally, sometimes arranged in "Samovar" amazing concerts. Enjoyed singing, but I must admit, did it terribly. But selflessly. Came out to the piano and sang Russian folk songs.
But the main thing that made Joseph for "Samovar" is something that both he and Misha Baryshnikov invited her friends here. I do not know any other places that could boast that it visited Liza Minnelli, Bulat Okudzhava, Barbra Streisand, Vasilii Aksenov, Nicole Kidman, Mstislav Rostropovich, Michel Legrand, Hughes Aleshkovskii, Gerard Depardieu, Bella Akhmadulina, Milos Forman and more Hundreds of the best people. The poet Anatoly Nayman wrote about the restaurant and its guests a whole book "Romancing the samovar."

And the greatest poet of the century - Joseph Brodsky, an ordinary restaurant dedicated his poems. For example, as follows:

Winter! What do we in New York?
It is colder than the moon.
Take a little caviar
And vodka on the fragrant peel ...
Warm ourselves by Kaplan.

Interviewed by Cyril Belianinov, New York.
(Journal Ogonyok »№ 20 (5130) of 24.05.2010)

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A writer, journalist Frida Vigdorova (1915-1965) led a transcript of the two trials over a pot of coffee on 18 February and 13 March 1964. The document received a huge response: its emergence and spread taken to count samizdat. In 1988, the transcript was published in Ogonyok "(N 14)

(...) judge: In general, what is your specialty?

Brodsky: poet, the poet-interpreter.

judge: And who is acknowledged that you're a poet? Who enrolled you in to the poets?

Brodsky: None. (Without the call.) Who enrolled me in the human species?

judge: Did you study this?

Brodsky: What?

judge: To be a poet? Do not try to finish college, where they prepare ... where they teach ...

Brodsky: I do not think ... I do not think that it gives education.

Judge: And what?

Brodsky: I think it ... (Perplexed) ... from God ...

(...) judge: It is better, Brodsky, explained to the court why you are in the intervals between jobs did not work?

Brodsky: I worked. I wrote poetry.

judge: But it did not stop you working.

Brodsky: And I worked. I wrote poetry.

judge: But there are people who work at the factory and write poetry. What did not you do?

Brodsky: But people do not like each other. Even the color of hair, face ...

judge: This is not your discovery. Everybody knows that. A better explain how to interpret your participation in our great onward march to communism?

Brodsky: Construction of communism - is not only working at a lathe and plowing the fields. This intellectual work, which ...

judge: Drop high sentence! The best answer: how do you think to build their career in the future?

Brodsky: I would like to write poetry and translate. But if it is contrary to some social norms, I take a regular job and still going to write poetry.
 
(The magazine Ogonyok »№ 20 (5130) on 24.05.2010)

[Евгений]

I

     "He was so bold, that sought
     know yourself ... "No more and no less
     as himself.
     To achieve this
     elusive goal he first
     armed with a mirror, but after,
     realizing that the main task
     not so much in order to see how much is
     to talk about what he has seen the Dutch,
     He took up etching needle is
     and began to tell.
     About what
     He told us? What he saw?

     

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He found in the mirror face, which
     itself in a sense
     is a mirror.
     Any expression
     person - a reflection of
     what happens to a man in my life.
     A is different:
     doubt,
     confusion, hope, anger laughter -
     How strange to see that the same
     traits are able to express very
     different in nature experience.
     Even stranger than that in the end
     replaced by anger, bitterness, hopes
     and the surprise comes mask
     calmness - a feeling
     like a mirror of all its
     duties wants to give
     and a simple glass, and pass
     and light and darkness, without all sorts of obstacles.

     So he saw his face.
     And concluded that man is capable
     bear any stroke of fate,
     that sorrow or joy in equal measure
     him to face: how elegant clothing
     king. And as the rags of poverty.
     He tried on and found that all
     that he tried, it turned out just right.

        II

     And then he looked around.
     Consider other you have the right
     Only a carefully considered.
     And succession before it went
     apothecaries, soldiers, Pied Piper,
     moneylenders, writers, merchants -
     Holland looked at him
     as in a mirror. And the mirror was able to
     true - and for many centuries -
     Holland and capture what
     one and the same thing together
     all - young and old - a person;
     and the name of this common thing - light.

     No individuals vary, but the light is different:
     Some, like lamps, from the inside
     lit. Others - like
     all that illuminate the lamp.
     And in this - are the differences.
     But he
     Who created this world, while
     (And not without reason) created a shadow.
     And the shadow is not just a state of light,
     but something equivalent, and even
     sometimes superior to him.

     Any facial expression -
     confusion, hope, stupidity, fury
     and even mentioned mask
     calm - not a credit life
     il most muscles of the face, but only
     merit coverage.
     Only these
     Two things - the shadow and light - we make
     in people.

     True?
     Well, put experience:
     zaduyte candles, lower the blinds.
     What stood in the darkness and your face?

        III

     But people think differently. People
     believe that they are about something argue
     deeds are committed, loving, lying,
     even prophesy.
     Meanwhile,
     they just enjoy the light
     and often abused them
     as every thing that has got nothing.
     Some people sometimes obscures light to others.
     Other shade.
     And still others strive to eclipse the world
     his own person - things happen.
     And for the other he suddenly goes dark.

        IV

     And when he goes out for
     whom we love, but for us not to go out
     when you can see only
     those for whom you and watch you do not want
     (Including at myself)

     if you looks to make
     that before was only background
     your portraits and paintings -
     to the ground ...

     The tragedy is over. Actor
     goes away. But the scene - remains
     and begins to live his own life.

     Well, in the form of thankful
     Show with all the passion of the scene.

     You said his monologue. It
     outlive your words, your voice
     and the thunder of applause, and silence,
     so much palpable after
     applause. And then - you
     all survived.

        V

     Well, well,
     You knew it before. This - also
     path in the darkness.
     But there must
     fear of darkness? Because darkness
     just a form of preservation of light
     from unnecessary spending, just a form of sleep,
     likeness of a respite.
     And the artist -
     the artist must see and in the darkness.

     Well, he sees it. Part of the face.
     A wisp of a tissue. Edge of the cart.
     Nape somewhere. Tree. Jug.
     All of this would snovidenya light,
     asleep at the time asleep.

     But sooner or later he will wake up.

1971

BRODSKY (Brodsky), Joseph

May 24, 1940 - January 28, 1996

Joseph Aleksandrovich Brodsky was born May 24, 1940 in Leningrad. Began writing poetry 16 years. It is dated 1957 is one of his famous poem: "Farewell, Forget, do not blame me ...». Anna Akhmatova, he predicted a glorious future and difficult life. In 1964, the Leningrad public cares vigilant against the poet was prosecuted on a charge of parasitism. He was arrested, tried and sentenced to five years of exile in the Arkhangelsk region. In 1965, Brodsky was still allowed to return to Leningrad. In 1966 and 1967 in Leningrad, published 4 of his poems, but most poetic works of Brodsky transferred to the West, where she "Verses and Poems" (1965), "Stop the desert" (1970).

In 1972, he had to emigrate. After Vienna and London, he moved to the United States. She writes poetry, prose, and in two languages, teaches at the university. Russian translations of English Metaphysical poets and the Polish emigre poet Czeslaw Milosz. Becoming one of the central figures in two cultures - American and Russian. His intonations were infectious for the vast majority of modern Russian poets, but a collection of essays "Less than one" was in 1986 recognized as the best book of literary criticism in the U.S..

I. Brodsky awarded the title of professor in the University of Michigan, as well as in College. Smith, King's College, Columbia University in New York and Cambridge University. In 1978, he also becomes a professor of literature and honorary doctorate from Yale University. Since 1979, Brodsky - a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Poetry of Joseph Brodsky is exceptionally skill, philosophical depth, vivid irony and wit, apt. In the spirit of romantic irony, he opposes the lone man in a hostile world of poetry collections "Stop in the Desert" (1970), "Part of Speech" (1977), "Urania" (1987). Book "End of a beautiful era" (1977), "Roman Elegies" (1982), "New Stanzas to Augusta" (1983), "Notes of fern" (1990), "On the outskirts of Atlantis" (1992).
In 1987, I. Brodsky was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature "for the multi-dimensional creativity, marked by the exigencies of thought and deep poetry. In 1992 he was awarded the title of poet laureate for the U.S..

Brodsky died in the U.S. January 28, 1996, to be buried in Venice.

[Игорь Гурьев]

Сообщение от Eugene

Anatoly, thanks, interesting .. You are probably the only one on the forum who talked with the great poet ..

Well, surely someone else to eat, I think.

I have written in "Continent" in 1983 (the room at about 39-m) "Notes on the sixth book of Joseph Brodsky."

According to Vladimir Maximov, editor of the Continent, "Brodsky himself told him that he really liked (I will not give an exact phrase, so as not to seem immodest).

And not what I asked him. In such cases, he answered them all: "You know, absolutely brilliant."

Just been very good.