→ ARTICLES - poem moscow-petushki - v. erofeev - interview - materials of the third international conference of tsu - about natalia shmelkova - miscellaneous - writer's letters to his sister → REVIEWS AND REVIEWS → BIOGRAPHY → LITERATURE TODAY → CONTESTS AND AWARDS → BOOK ANNOUNCEMENTS AND REVIEWS → CONTEMPORARIES → ARTWORKS → EDITIONS → PHOTO GALLERY → THEATER → CHRONOLOGY Articles / V. Erofeev / Let's Hiccup / Page 1 Sixty-five years ago Venedikt Erofeev was born Any attempt at a meaningful conversation about Venedikt Erofeev is doomed to failure. Either scientific melancholy will climb, or vulgarity. 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 of death!) Either moved from one third-dimensional 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 "drunkenness, whores 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. Venichka's death justifies his existence. And this applies not only to the hero-author. The poem "Moscow - Petushki" quickly and correctly gained wide popularity in narrow circles. It was not only read aloud in Moscow kitchens (even under cognac, even under “strong pink”, even under the cologne “Freshness” and cocktails, the recipes of which Venichka generously shared with readers-sympathizers) - she assumed such a reading. And if the kitchen was tattered, the stools were bent-legged, the snack was symbolic, and the readers did not dry out for the second week, the poem turned an ordinary pallet into a high action, cleansing the ministry, a detachment from the empty-eyed Soviet dirty trick. If the kitchen was quite comfortable, with soft sofas, crystal glasses and a good-quality (or even exquisite) snack ("I beg you"), then absolutely the same thing happened. May we not be able to fully share Venichka's fate, let the planning meetings, five-minute meetings, meetings, dissertations, attestations, membership fees, socialist commitments and the Vremya program, which has no end in sight, begin again tomorrow, but this evening is ours. Yes, sooner or later four will come in with an awl at the ready, they will come in and such "Petushki" will arrange that you will forget about the secret drunkard Johann von Goethe, and about Ivan Turgenev's love with a frill on departure, and about Olga Erdeli with Vera Dulova, but when it will still be. Следующая страница Читайте также: 1. Веничка Ерофеев не пил "Слезу комсомолки" Он знал наизусть отрывной календарь Автор: Марина Аникеева » читать 2. Иерусалим – "Москва – Петушки" "Москва – Петушки" увидели свет летом 1973-го года, в третьем и последнем номере журнала "Ами" – нашем с Михаилом Левиным детище, которое мы около трех лет тащили на своих плечах. Автор: Владимир Фромер » читать 3. Мы были разными, но все его любили Теперь понятно, что наш приезд был для Веничкиных домочадцев просто стихийным бедствием. Но кто тогда думал о Веничкиной семье? Автор: Л.Чернышева » читать © POL, Chemberlen 2005-2016 дизайн: Vokh @ Write a letter * You can help