Short stories.

[Glasha]

propose a new column, can be further developed, might - no.

But for the anniversary of Sergei Dovlatov.
Which today would have been only 70, and so it no longer exists.

Which is so lacking. Which I love - his intelligent hooliganism, funny and at the same time a piercing melancholy prose. I love to reread.


THE STREET AND HOUSE

 My wife said:
      - Also called Gabovich. He has a job. He promised to come.
      - I know. Probably wants to drill to ask. I was told, he bought a rack ...
      Gabovich was my neighbor and colleague. Actually, not just a colleague - he was a philologist. Worked on a sensational book. It was called - "The meetings with Akhmatova." And the subtitle: "How and why they did not take place." Something like that ...
      I started zashnurovyvat shoes.
       

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      - Where are you?
      - Walk. Buy cigarettes.
      - What Gabovich?
      - If he finds me, it will be a long conversation. And I have to work.
      - When are you coming back?
      - As soon as he leaves. Give me a sign.
      - What?
      - Light, let the light in the bathroom.
      - Light in the dressing room and so is constantly lit.
      - Then put out.
      - I'd better hang on the window so that the cloth.
      - Okay ...
     I walked down the hall. Stealthily, followed by a lift. Went out. By this time, began to get dark. Also, I went across the road. So Gabovich was not supposed to notice me.
     I bought a pack of "Marlboro". Walked to the Russian store. He took my mother for a newspaper. Immediately at the cash register drank a bottle of "Perrier." Then I was stopped from Davydov "Russian words." He asked how things were going. I asked in reply:
      - How is Epstein?
      - Why, - answer, - going to the hospital to call him. Heart attack - it's, you know, no joke.
      - Hello to him - I say ...
      I returned to the house. White cloths were not. Meanwhile, it became cooler. Then I went to the "suburbs", said a cup of coffee. Maybe, I think, will eat anything.
      - Let's - I say - the menu.
      - Menus do not.
      - What do you mean no?
      - I will tell you so and that there is.
      - I do not remember.
      - Remember. Because we only have a barbecue.
      - It is amazing - I say - I'm just a barbecue and would like ...
     I ate. I drank coffee. By this time the crowd had gathered, the music began to play. I remember the band leader said:
      - The grandson of Heraclius Happy Birthday Grandma Natella. In her honor marks the lyrical song ...
      He waited for a break and triumphantly concluded:
      - Lyrical song "You're still alive, my lady! .."
     I paid and walked out. By this time it was dark. Our massive six-story house appeared from the darkness. However, the cloth was not. Meanwhile, I felt a chill. I went to the sports shop opposite the shop. Bought a sweater for thirty dollars. Immediately pulled it. And only then noticed the front emblem - a skull, two tibia plus schizophrenic inscription: "You read this? So you're too close!"
     I walk down the street in this degenerative jersey. Closer to his home. The light in the window, lit a rag not.
     I went to the ATM. The tube takes a wife.
     I say:
     - Answer only "yes" or "no."
     - No, - said my wife.
     - What - no?
     Silence.
     - Gabovich with us?
     - Yes.
     - And you say - no ... He is not going to go?
     - Yes.
     - What - you? Yes - going? Or, yes - is not going to?
     - I think - no.
     - So, is not going to?
     - No.
     - Look not treated him.
     - No way.
     - About the rag do not remember?
     - No ...
      I walked over to the Russian store. Davydov met. He says:
      - You know the news - Egppteyn died. I just phoned him to the hospital. I wanted to call, visit, and now ...
      - Worst - I say ...
     Then I decided to call a friend of the woman. So, nothing special. Just a familiar woman of about thirty of the next house. Without her husband.
     Rummaged in his notebook. I called. This is the Nelly to me:
      - And it's you! I thought I had forgotten completely ...
      - You can - ask - go?
      Then a pause occurred. And then:
      - I'm sorry, I'm not alone.
      - Well, - I say - the next time.
      In answer resounds:
      - Next time will not. All over between us. You have a wife and daughter. Should I finally think about myself? ..
      Nelly and hung up.
      Here, I think. All human beings are cruel in many ways. Men, for example, are rude and lie. Dodge, as they can. However, even the most cruel man you do not yell, "Go away! All over between us! .." For women, then they say it all with ease and even with pleasure, "Go away, you are disgusting, do not call me anymore! .."
      First, they cry and cry. Then give birth to himself and another shouted: "Go away!"
      Go! Yes I say this and not be able to ...
      I looked at my watch - half-past ten. Movie theaters are closed. Almost no money. The point is approaching at night.
      My windows invitingly lighted. White cloth was not available. But at least finally got dark. Skull and crossbones on my sweater no longer stand out. And the inscription lost its meaning.
      I once called home. And the sound is not pronounced, but my wife firmly replied:
     - No.
     - Not in the sense of - yes? Gabovich with us?
     - Yes, - I hear.
     And I think - that there they have going on? Maybe some serious conversation? Or some important matter?
     Even the feeling of jealousy in me stirred. Hang up. I called Raphael, who sells real estate. Benefit Raphael lives around the corner.
      - You have money - I ask - is?
      - Suppose not. But there is a Visa, Master Card, American Express ... Why?
      - Let's go somewhere.
      - What?
      - I do not know ... In Canada ... Or in Brazil ...
      - With pleasure. - Responsible - but I was ill Rita. Maybe in a week?
      - After a week, - I say - I was probably going home.
      - And now where are you?
      - Walk.
      - Do you drink?
      - It's a thought. Throw me out the window of dollars fifteen.
      - I said - no money. Tomorrow will be.
      - And to-morrow I wander under the windows?
      - If you want, go.
      - It is better to do me a favor. Call the "Forest Diner." Present your visa. Tell them gave me a drink. More precisely, two. And the money I will return on occasion.
     I went into "Forest Diner." Knocked two glasses of rum with Pepsi-Cola. Smoked a cigarette and resolutely towards the house.
     It was the first hour of the night. My window shone brightly and warmly. By the way, the light in the dressing room was extinguished. Maybe Gabovich repaid? ..
     I got in the elevator on the sixth floor. Got my key. The door opened. Gabovich stood in the doorway. He was in his coat. He was talking, gesticulating and shaking the ashes. Seeing me, broke into a smile.
     My wife said:
    - I told him a thousand times said - take off my coat. And he in any.
    - I for a moment - said Gabovich, -. I must go. Although there is now something out there ... Sergei was - you can talk ...
    He took off his coat. Then sat down at the table and began:
      - Did you know that I have a rare photograph of Akhmatova?
      - What kind of photos? - I ask.
      - I told you - photos of Anna Akhmatova.
      - What year?
      - What - what year?
      - What year is photography?
      - Well, seventy-four. And maybe, seventy-five. I do not remember.
      - Long before she died.
      - So what? - Asked Gabovich.
      - How to - so what? So what is embodied in these photos?
      - What is the difference? - Peace-loving wife interjected.
      - There I was captured - said Gabovich - there I was captured at the grave of Anna Akhmatova.
      When he went to the bathroom, my wife whispered:
      - Behave yourself decently. I beg you. And since everyone is saying that absolutely insufferable character Dovlatov.

[Игорь Гурьев]

Dovlatov I always read as if for the first time .
Always remember his strong stories.

However, this applies not only to the stories Dovlatov.

Personally, I remember from the world literature only one story: that Chichikov went to buy dead souls and went to see the landlords.
That's why I love "Dead Souls" , the story that do not have to memorize .

A Dovlatov I love , because every two years can be counted again as his first collection of works ...

[Glasha]

Сообщение от Guriev, Igor

Dovlatov I always read as if for the first time.

Guriev, Igor, for sure!

This is called love, where each time - as the first >

[Santa]

In the wake of Dovlatov

Roman Dvoryaninov
"Rossiyskaya Gazeta"
Today is the 70th anniversary of the birth of Sergei Dovlatov. I do not wish to use against him loud epithets - suffice it to say that this writer, I think, has made the most significant contribution to the "live" the Russian language - his aphorisms have become part of it representatives not only of his generation, but the subsequent ones.
How many times have we heard "their" for short and apt phrases, uttered between words.
I first discovered Dovlatov more for the school desk, his work is absorbed very quickly and with surprising zeal - the text as if he was part of my consciousness, settled there for some very important areas, forming almost a worldview. Although there is a worldview - that dovlatovskaya phrase helped me to realize that just "world" then I do not like - rather there is a kind of "world view" ...
With each page I clearly realized that I read about myself. Countless times in my life situation with suspicious precision projected on dovlatovskie history. And it was not in full compliance of circumstances, but rather outwardly silent and a little skepticism, which was perceived was happening.
For example, because - it helped me once Dovlatov apply for one of the best jobs that I had in my career. It was like this. Once the interview in one of the companies (it was at the dawn of Runet), I suddenly noticed that the man who I sobeseduet, fairly obviously suffering the effects of night drinking. Replying to another question, I automatically use something dovlatovskoe. The interviewee looked at me slyly and said: "Dovlatov. Look. Well ... And the beer you drink?". After receiving an affirmative nod confident in the answer, we went to the nearest cafe, where already at the table I heard: "What you continue to ask for what is html and php. Can you believe that you have passed the interview ..." >
By the way - about beer. In St. Petersburg, as you know, in a fashion tour of the literary destinations. Now, in honor of the anniversary, of course, they go to places dovlatovskim - the good, a lot of it where heritage in St. Petersburg.
Here's another - an informal and purely dovlatovsky route. One is from America, he wrote that he remembers Leningrad to the last detail - in particular, offered to list all the beer stalls from Five Corners to Moss street. Why would not mention. And now let those most pubs no longer exists, but in the area walking distance from every place in our time there, where to buy a mug or two.
Post to the streets of Rubinstein. The first stall was at the pub Sergei Donatovich right next to the house (he lived at number 23). Next, you need to go to the Institute of Refrigeration Industry - Street University House, 9A. Next to this building was the second stall. After that, on the same street Governors need to reach the Fontanka River, cross the bridge. There, in the University Square, stood third. The fourth was located near the circus - to reach it, climb on the Fontanka embankment up. And finally - Moss Street. There in Soviet times was sobering. Nearby, of course, there was a brisk trade in beer. Now, the drunk tank - Square. In it, it should be noted, was very nice condition for drinking - near the church, and place, so to speak, historically namolennoe, especially with regard to beer ...
I think that this way to honor the memory of the writer is consistent with the atmosphere of his works. Come also to those places - and, as the prisoner Khamrayev, going to work - "with God".

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Nikulin [/URL], Stalin's lackey, a war correspondent . Or maybe a political worker . In occupied Germany was interested in bronze, porcelain, wristwatches . But more than anything to have him abroad typewriter.

He walked once around the city. Sees - defeated office . Looked . On the floor - gorgeous Underwood with extensive carriage. The heavy, cast iron . Plunged his Nikulin seabag . Thinks, " Font in Moscow changed from Latin into Russian."

In general , carrying this bag Lev Nikulin along. Screamed for three months . At night he kept watch . Delivered to Moscow . Asked the mechanic. He says:

- It's the same machine with the Hebrew text. Prints right to left.

So punish the Jewish commissar God . [/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE] Sergei Dovlatov Solo on the Underwood

[artcol]

Lovers of art Dovlatov may have on taste: http://a-samovarov.livejournal.com/

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Сообщение от artcol

Dovlatov admirers may have on taste: http://a-samovarov.livejournal.com/

I am a lover of art Dovlatov, but I do not like the story on your link.
And this, for example, to taste:

     He came once to Brodsky with foksterershey Glasha. He has appointed me
meeting at 10.00. On the threshold of Joseph said,
     - You were exactly to ten, which is normal. But as managed
dog not to miss?
***
     We sat as a threesome - the Rhine, and I Brodsky. Rhine, among other things,
said:
     - Accuracy - a great power. Pedantic accuracy famous
Zoshchenko, Block, Z. If our only meeting said Z
Me: "Jack, you know what I won the Soviet regime? I won it with his
up! "
     Brodsky interrupted him:
     - It's in the sense that it spent sixteen years from start to finish?
***
     I sat Veselov, a former pilot. Passionately talked about
Aviation. In particular, he said:
     - Aircraft overcome the upper clouds ... Swallows come in
nozzle ... Planes are falling ... People are dying ... Swallows come to the nozzle ...
Motors stall ... Aircraft are divided ... People are dying ...
     Opposite sat the poet Yevgeny Rein.
     - Plane crashes - continued Veselov - people are dying ...
     - A Swallow that - survive? - Resentfully called Rhine.
***
     Once we were drinking with Ivan. There was a lot of vodka and port wine. Ivan
F. gratefully excited. And kindly asked the poet Rhine:
     - You what, sorry, will be the nation?
     - Jewish - Raine said - and you, sorry, what nation are you?
     Ivan friendly reply:
     - And I'll be Russian ... the Jewish nation.
***
     Jack Raine was in Moscow. Lodged in someone's private apartment.
He invited the young woman to visit. Said:
     - I have a bottle of vodka and a 400 gr. cervelat.
     The woman promised to go. Said address. Rhine dictated, and added:
     - I'll see you out the window.
     Became excited to wait. A young woman went to him.
Sergei met the Wolf. "Come on - tell him - with me. Raine is
bottle of vodka and a 400 gr. cervelat. "Come on.
     Rhine saw them out the window. Terribly angry. Rushed to the table. Drank
bottle of liquor. Ate 400 grams. tverdokopchenoy sausage. That he managed to
do while guests rode in an elevator.

[artcol]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzran

I am a lover of art Dovlatov, but I do not like the story on your link.

And this, for example, to taste:

And there are many stories >


Samovar, as Dovlatov - journalist.
Apparently here the similarity in style.

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Сообщение от artcol

Samovarov as Dovlatov - journalist.

Reading the prose Dovlatov, I somehow do not recall that he once worked as a journalist.

[artcol]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzran

reading prose Dovlatov, somehow I do not recall that he once worked as a journalist and.

So he has many works on behalf of the hero - a journalist by profession - are underway.