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Of course, tediousness and irresponsibility will also surface in the magnifications (they are innumerable), but here at least you can refer to the hero: Venichka, after all, like a noblewoman from Kramskoy's "Inconsolable Grief", was both boring and frivolous, finding in this combination the highest meaning : “And why do you need a mind if you have a conscience and, moreover, taste? Conscience and taste are already so much that brains are made superfluous. " To reach for such a substance with an analytical apparatus means to become like a legion of demons that tormented the quivering flesh of an enchanted wanderer, seduced his humble soul, set up cunning obstacles on the way to the heavenly Cockerels and finally "thrust their awl into the very throat." "Since then I have not regained consciousness, and I will never come." Formally, the poem "Moscow - Petushki" ends with this explosion - in fact, it begins with it. Everything that happened to the unlucky seeker of the blessed abode, in reality (oh, what a filthy, oppressive, promising word for destruction!) Either moved from one third-rim entrance to another, or did not leave this one entrance at all, all his adventures and misadventures, interviews and libations, memories and premonitions are the essence of the consequences of the initial falling out of the networks of earthly norms and obligations. Anyone who cannot leave the entrance loses consciousness. Travel, which is identical to the travel poem, is secondary. Primary is the hero, inseparable from the writer. The charisma of a genius is born before the text - from the abode of evil (Moscow) to the paradise, where "jasmine does not fade and the bird's singing will not be silent", it is not someone who moves, but "the very Erofeev who ..." Which is what? It doesn't matter. Who does not go out of small need. Which brilliant novel either lost, or gave to a friend for a bottle of vodka. Who was the best student at Moscow University, and then - the theological seminary, but was severely persecuted for "drinking, fucking and truancy." Who for a whole month supervised the cable works near the Lobnya station ... But this is unreliable gossip that began to swirl after the poem! Or even details of a literary text! You can't lump everything together! It’s impossible, it’s impossible, but what can we do if Erofeev’s world is arranged (again, an unpleasant word!) In exactly the same way. There is no “before” and “after”, “text” and “not text”, “facts” and “conjectures”. There is only a humble genius, an eccentric and a stranger, slowly and incorrectly wandering to the cherished gardens along the dusty pavement of the new Babylon under the vigilant gaze of the new Viy. Venichka has never seen the Kremlin - the Kremlin is always looking at him. The scoundrel (Satan, Sphinx) knows that sooner or later the hero will still look at him, begin to solve riddles, become proud of his hidden gifts - and then the awl (sting) of death will enter the throat. Гибель Венички оправдывает его бытие. И это касается не только героя-автора. Поэма «Москва — Петушки» быстро и правильно обрела широкую известность в узких кругах. Она не просто читалась вслух на московских кухнях (хоть под коньяк, хоть под «розовое крепкое», хоть под одеколон «Свежесть» и коктейли, рецептами которых Веничка щедро делился с читателями-сочувственниками) — она предполагала такое чтение. И если кухня была ободранной, табуретки — колченогими, закуска — символической, а читатели не просыхали вторую неделю, поэма обращала заурядный поддавон в высокое действо, очищающее служение, отрешение от пустоглазой советской пакости. Если же кухня была вполне комфортабельной, с мягкими диванчиками, хрустальными рюмками и доброкачественной (а то и изысканной) закусью («я вас умоляю»), то происходило ровным счетом то же самое. Пусть мы не можем сполна разделить участь Венички, пусть завтра опять начнутся планерки, пятиминутки, митинги, диссертации, аттестации, членские взносы, социалистические обязательства и программа «Время», которой не видно конца, но уж этот-то вечерок — наш. Да, рано или поздно войдут четверо с шилом наизготовку, войдут и такие «Петушки» устроят, что позабудешь и про тайного алкаша Иоганна фон Гете, и про любовь Ивана Тургенева с жабо на отлете, и про Ольгу Эрдели вместе с Верой Дуловой, но когда это еще будет. Next page Read also: 1. Vladimir pages of Venedikt Erofeev In our country, very often people begin to appreciate only after their death. Автор: Евгений Шталь " to read 2. We were different, but everyone loved him Now it is clear that our arrival was just a natural disaster for Venichka's household. But who then thought about Venichka's family? Автор: Л.Чернышева " to read 3. Venedikt Erofeev Chekhov's descriptions were a lunar landscape for me - the Erofeevskies were a reality beyond the window. Автор: Максим Кононенко (Mr. Parker) " to read © POL, Chemberlen 2005-2014 design: Vokh @ Write a letter * You can help