Biography
Nina Krasnova was born on March 15, 1950 in Ryazan in a family of employees. At the age of 17 she began to publish in the newspaper "Ryazan Komsomolets". After graduating from high school, she worked in a pioneer camp as a counselor, leader of a puppet circle. From 1968 to 1971 - a literary collaborator in the regional newspaper "Leninsky Way". In 1971, she came to Moscow “on a limited basis” and worked for a year as an elective baker at the Moscow Bakery No. 6. In 1972, she entered the full-time department of poetry at the Literary Institute. A. M. Gorky, who graduated in 1977. She studied at the creative seminar of E. Dolmatovsky and V. Milkov. In 1978, Nina Krasnova returned to Ryazan, where for some time she was the head of the Ryazan Springs literary association, then she worked independently. In 1979 she published her first book of poems - "Running". This was followed by her books “Such Red Flowers”, “The Lost Ring”, “Lament for the Rivers”, etc. Since 1980, she has been a member of the Union of Writers of the USSR. Published in the magazines "Moscow", "Youth", "New World", "Children of Ra", "October", "Friendship of Peoples", "Zinziver", "Crocodile", "Time and Us", "Student Meridian", " Youth stage”, “Forum”, “Librarian”, “About love and not only”, “Homeland”, “Our street”; in the almanacs "Poetry", "Day of Poetry", "Origins", "Ring A", "Literary Ryazan", "Morning", as well as in newspaper periodicals.
The poems of Nina Petrovna Krasnova were published abroad in translation into English, Arabic, Bulgarian, Hungarian, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Romanian, Polish, German, Norwegian, Czech.
Since 1992 lives in Moscow. Member of the Union of Russian Writers, the Union of Moscow Writers and the Union of Writers of the 21st Century.
So wrote about the poetry of the poetess Valery Zolotukhin:
Creation
This is an independent, deep poet. She brought into Russian poetry her Ryazan-Meshchera vocabulary, incredible openness, lyricism on the verge of a foul. And at the same time - unheard of purity. Nina Krasnova got an amazing gift. Expressing itself, it expresses the ethnos. This is extremely rare..
Evgeny Stepanov
Bibliography
- Nina Krasnova Run: Poems. - M., "Soviet writer", 1979
- Nina Krasnova Such red flowers: Poems. - M., "Young Guard", 1984
- Nina Krasnova The Lost Ring: Poems. - M., "Soviet writer", 1986
- Nina Krasnova Lament on the rivers: Poems. - M., "Contemporary", 1989
- Nina Krasnova Intimacy: poems, ditties. - M., RIF "ROY", 1995
- Nina Krasnova Family non-idyll: poems, ditties. / Illustrations by N. P. Krasnova. - M., "LOV", 1995
- Nina Krasnova Temple of Andrey in the virtual wind: About the work of A. A. Voznesensky. - M., "Moscow Parnassus", 1999
- Nina Krasnova Belated Flowers: Prose and Poetry / Foreword by Yu. Kuvaldin. - M .: "Book Garden", 2003.
- Nina Krasnova Zaletochka: a collection of author's ditties and couplets, with folk additions. - M., "MIGEK", 2005
- Nina Krasnova Poems. Experimental issue of the series: "Library of Poetry of the Moscow St. Petersburg". - M., "Profizdat", 2008
- Nina Krasnova Four walls: poems, ditties, poems. / Foreword by R. Kozakova. Afterword by V. Soloukhin, A. Voznesensky. - Ryazan, "Start", 2008
- Nina Krasnova In the celestial sphere: poems, essays. / Hood. A. Trifonov. - M., "Book Garden", 2010
- Nina Krasnova Name: poems, essays. / Hood. A. Trifonov. - M., "Book Garden", 2010
- Nina Krasnova Selected Poems / Foreword by V. Zolotukhin. - M.: "Book Garden", 2011
- Nina Krasnova Secret: Poems, ditties, homophones, homograms, anagrams, palindromes. Volume I. - M., West Consulting, 2014
- Nina Krasnova Secret: Poems, ditties, homophones, homograms, anagrams, palindromes. Volume II. - M., "West-Consulting", 2014
Literary and art magazine "Zinziver". No. 4 (60), 2014. Nina Krasnova.
Nina KRASNOV
Poet. Born in Ryazan. He has been writing poetry since the age of seven. Graduated from the Literary Institute. M. Gorky (seminar by Evgeny Dolmatovsky). In 1979 she published her first book of poems "Running" (in "Soviet Writer") and was accepted with her into the Union of Writers of the USSR. Published in the magazines "Youth", "Moscow", "New World", "October", "Friendship of Peoples", "Student Meridian", "Crocodile", "Observer", "Time and Us" (New York - Moscow) , "Our Street", "Children of Ra", "Zinziver", "Khreshchatyk", "Others", in the almanacs "Poetry", "Day of Poetry", "Origins", "Ring A", "LitRos", "Russian Laughter ”, “Muse”, “Aeolian Harp”, etc., in the newspapers “Literary Russia”, “Literary Newspaper”, “Nezavisimaya Gazeta”, “Moskovsky Komsomolets”, “Book Review”, “Day of Literature”, “Slovo ”, “Express newspaper”, “Literary news”, etc., and in various collective collections and anthologies, including the anthologies “Poetry. XX century”, “Poetry. XXI century”, “Genres and stanzas of modern Russian poetry”. Author of 15 books of poetry and prose. Laureate of the Prize. Anna Akhmatova, nominee for the Parabola Prize, winner of the special prize of the Foundation. Andrei Voznesensky "For talent".
HAPPY MOMENTS
MY LIFE IS NOT IN ROSES
My life is not in roses -
In stress and neuroses.
But what to do? Life is such a selyavi.
And yet it contains
Beautiful moments,
When nightingales sing in Terletsky park.
My life is not in roses -
In stress and neuroses.
And she doesn't look different to me.
But still there are
Great moments.
And I don't cry, and I don't whine, and I don't whine.
My life is not in roses -
In stress and neuroses.
But I have long since come to terms with this life.
Moreover, it contains
Happy moments.
And I don’t complain about my life, I don’t complain,
And I don’t complain about my fate, I don’t complain.
CHINESE LEAP
Someone is persistently rushing to the intended target with a tank,
Thinking about a crushed partner as already.
Something I have no movement forward,
And the movement back begins, as it were, already.
I hid from all the benefactors in grief and drink
Not wine, but with almond cake in the bite of seagulls,
And, in verse, attaching colza and turnip to burdock,
Everyone dreams of making a Chinese leap in poetry.
YEAR OF THE HORSE. 2014
And here is the Horoscope Horse, hurray! -
It stands, spins with its ears, spins.
She will come home to you on New Year's Eve,
Having changed the snake, he will come to you for a whole year.
And if you are this guest, you are yours
On the withers to stroke and feed from the hands of oats
And you will be kind to her,
She can be a great friend to you.
And will help you in everything
And it will be yours - in your team - to build.
She will take care of your problems
Will not do anything to harm you
And will make you lucky in everything,
And so that you are lucky in everything!
FORTUNE ON THE BOOK
Your mood is bad
explaining the bad WEATHER,
I will tell fortunes on your book -
maybe I guess good.
1999 ., Moscow
GREAT LENT
I am more modest than the modest girl herself,
I don’t eat modest food during Great Lent,
And I tremble at the thought of sin,
Although the Lord somehow endures human sins.
I'm used to fasting even in my thoughts,
I dare not, ah, be flattered by the forbidden fruit.
My life is one continuous Great Lent.
I will make a toast for the Fast at Easter.
For people like me, for modest girls
There are not even modest thoughts
And desires cannot be modest.
AGE
Alexander Timofeevsky on his 80th birthday
Eternal poet-child
EIGHTY YEARS
EIGHT-TEN years.
TO RECEIVE THE BOOK "LITERARY DOSSIER"
Kirill Kovaldzhi
Here is a book of poems. From whom? From Cyril.
I opened the book - I opened the poet.
Cyril's poems are so lyrical,
They are Cyrillic...
A well-known critic said: “Yes, this
"Literary Dossier"
He tells us about the poet,
That he burns with the fire of poetry,
It also talks about him
What a bright fire it burns.
LUKUM
Valery Iliopoulos
Kuma gave Kyumu
A box of Turkish delight.
KUM LUKUMU rejoices
LOKOM.
ABOUT YEVGENY YEVTUSHENKO
He is not a small carp for you,
And the big fish is a classic.
Whale compared to this classic
Looks like a small carp.
ABOUT ANDREY DEMENTIEV
With my new book
I'm coming to you, nicer.
Me, the author and her
Are you satisfied, dear chief?
ABOUT YEVGENY KHRAMOV
Loved in the Central House of Artists Evgeny Khramov
Drink a few grams with muse.
ABOUT VLADIMIR KOSTROV
The poet Vladimir Kostrov wants
Save Russia from catastrophes.
ABOUT GENNADY KRASNIKOV
Looks with irony Gena Krasnikov
At the competition of cross-country poets.
ABOUT ALEXANDER EREMENKO
The meaning of the poet Eremenko
In our poetry - huge.
In his house the poet Eremenko
Bred from drunken muses Haremenko.
ABOUT VLADIMIR VISHNEVSKY
I take an example in poetry from Vishnevsky.
And more to take an example, you see, and no one.
ABOUT YEVGENY LESIN
Zhenya loves not kazenaki,
And bookplates, bookmarks.
Passion for book novelties
(Parallel to girls, to tender ones),
He runs a book section,
Enlightening and delighting the public
With her, without throwing off a ruble.
He is talentedly bright, handsome,
It looks like a beautiful bookplate.
Zhenya Lesin - esclibris "NG",
He is "known" throughout the CIS.
Lesin worked to the point of disgust
In the editorial of the Book Review,
But, having improved to the point of disgust,
Retired from Book Review.
All Lesin's poetry is inhabited
Interesting types,
Like an urban forest with birds,
All stuffed, populated.
This makes us happy
This is what makes her strong.
She all looks like Le-si-na
And to the forest and to ...
Compared to others, Lesin's poetry
inA.
Poet Evgeny Lesin -
Of course, "pretty",
Given that this Lesin
A little bit kinky.
A little tricky
Favorite kraley Lesin,
But those that are tricky,
And that is why Lesin is “delightful”.
ABOUT VALERY DUDAREV
Taking the lyre and hitting the strings, Dudarev
He brought everyone to admiration madam and madam!
About "Youth" I think about her.
You are all her junior editors.
ABOUT YURI POLYAKOV
From him for all the literature demand, and then from whom? -
Such is Yura Polyakov's status quo!
ABOUT INNA KABYSH
All poetesses if only yes if only
They knew how to write, like Inna Kabysh.
ABOUT ELENA ISAEVA
In the world - better than Isaeva NET LENKA!
She has only NETLENKI in her literary economy.
ABOUT ANNA GEDYMIN
Do not turn away, bastards, mines,
From the poetry of Anna Gedymin.
ABOUT VLADIMIR KORKUNOV
Poet Vladimir Korkunov -
Not from the category of screamers.
ABOUT IGOR MIKHAILOV
A good critic is Igor Mikhailov.
This is not for you by the hands of the Mikhailov.
ABOUT RADA POLISCHUK
SLAVA LYON
Over the Bronze Age flies on the wings of IKAR - LYON,
Receptual ideas, ah, I'M WINGED.
ABOUT LOL ZVONAREVA
On the right, the left, the era split us.
Lola takes risks and is not afraid of risks.
It unites poets of all fronts,
Considering that the split impoverishes literature.
ABOUT VLADIMIR KRUPIN
You have a good beard.
That she is gray-haired is not a problem.
If you cut your beard,
I can't take this trouble.
ABOUT ALEXANDER BOBROV
The poet Bobrov threw the women,
And the women raised a roar.
ABOUT VLADIMIR BONDARENKO
"Literature Day" Bondarenko -
This is not an arena for some gangs
It's a battleground for writers
Spirit of Russian saviors-rescuers.
ABOUT NINA KRASNOV
Song, Nina
your writing,
song, motivational
And abnormal
Songful and cheerful
She drove the smart ones crazy.
Recently, as part of the activities of the creative club "Literary Kitchen", which exists with our magazine in the library. Voloshin, a meeting with the poetess Nina Krasnova took place.
Before the arrival of Nina Petrovna, the students of the studio got acquainted with her poems and prepared questions. But the guest turned out to be not one of those people from whom you need to “pull” something. Open, charming and girlishly groovy, she immediately endeared everyone to her and, it seemed, was ready to tell about everything - about studying at the Literary Institute, and about friendship with the masters, and about poetry.
- Nina Petrovna, tell us how you entered the Literary Institute?
- I have always loved Moscow. And dreamed about her. She believed that the poet should live in the capital, if he feels that only here he can realize himself. My great countryman Sergei Yesenin came to Moscow at 16. I arrived at 21.
When I entered, there was a huge creative competition - 100 people per place, in addition, work experience was required, at least two years. Therefore, after school, she went as a literary employee to the regional newspaper Leninsky Put and worked there for three years.
I withstood the creative competition, successfully passed the exams and scored more points than necessary, but due to some misunderstanding or according to the law of meanness, they did not accept me. This was a terrible blow.
But I still went to lectures as if I were a student. The teachers called the students through the magazine and asked who was not on the list. I raised my hand and said: “Me!” And they wrote down my last name in a journal. When the deception was revealed, I was sent to the rector Vladimir Pimenov, and I asked if I could attend lectures, to which he replied: “No. Come to us next year” – “Without exams?” - "No, with exams." He advised me to go to the CDL, to the People's University.
I stayed in Moscow. For a year she worked as a baker-selector at the Moscow bakery No. 6. She stood at the oven, took loaves of black bread from the iron table, which fell there from moving moulds, and loaded onto trolleys - 16 tons per shift. Then for a long time I could not see and eat bread - I felt sick!
And once a month she attended literary evenings at the Central House of Writers as a student of the People's University and there for the first time she saw many famous writers: Vladimir Soloukhin, Alexander Mezhirov, David Samoilov, Konstantin Vanshenkin, Evgeny Vinokurov, Arseny Tarkovsky ...
Once I decided to show my poems to Vladimir Soloukhin, because I read his book "Mother-Stepmother" - a novel about Mita Zolushkin, who wanted to enter and entered the Literary Institute.
I typed the manuscript on a typewriter and called Soloukhin's home with a request to see it. He said, "Throw it in my mailbox." When the master read my manuscript, he offered to meet him at the Central House of Artists. We were sitting at a table in the foyer, and various famous people approached us. The singer Ivan Kozlovsky also came up to greet Soloukhin and find out who it was sitting next to him, what kind of girl. And Vladimir Alekseevich explained to everyone that this is “a poetess from Ryazan, Nina Krasnova, who writes good poetry.”
Soloukhin recommended me to the Literary Institute and himself took my manuscript there with his recommendation. I entered the following year. And when I was already in my fourth year, Soloukhin offered to publish my first book at the Soviet Writer publishing house.
What are your memories of your years of study?
- I studied at the seminar of Evgeny Aronovich Dolmatovsky, a wonderful poet and author of many famous songs: “My beloved waved her hand at the gate”, “In this empty hall we dance together”, “Oh, how would I live to see the wedding of marriage” ... He a very good teacher, and always defended me if one of the "seminarians" attacked during the discussion of poetry. He warned: “When you graduate from the institute, you will not immediately become famous ...”
By the way, both Andrey Dementiev and Kirill Kovaldzhi took part in Dolmatovsky's seminar. And now in the audience where he conducted his seminars, Evgeny Rein teaches students, whom I really appreciate as a poet, and who also appreciates me as a poetess, which I am very proud of. About my book "Intimacy" he once said that it was brilliant and that I was ahead of everyone in erotic poetry.
- Who is your favorite poet?
- Andrey Voznesensky. Once he was very supportive of me. My own style in poetry is primitive, naive, but I sympathize with poets of a different poetic system, such as Andrei Andreevich. I really like his non-standard thinking, metaphors.
I met him in 1991 at the editorial office of Yunost magazine. I told Voznesensky that I love his poetry and that I once signed my book of poems for him, but so far I have not had a chance to give it to him. He replied: "She is behind you." I mailed him not one book, but two. And she attached a letter to them, in which she wrote to the idol what she wanted to say.
– Why did you choose the “written” way of communication?
- I was often mistaken for a frivolous girl - partly because of my not very serious appearance, partly because of my sense of self. It was easier for me to write to a person than to tell him something orally.
Voznesensky's reaction to my message and books was unexpectedly positive: he wrote about me in the Ogonyok magazine in the article "Muses and Witches of the Century" as one of the modern "muses" who is also a poetess. He spoke kindly of my books and gave his blessing to poetry. And then he also wrote about me in his book “On the Virtual Wind” ... I dedicated poems to Andrey Andreevich, wrote a monograph about him, which he liked.
- How did you get the title of "Queen of Poetry"?
- In 1995, I published the book “Intimacy”, which I myself sold on “the squares and streets of the capital”, and decided to go with her to Luzhniki for the Poetry Tournament. Previously, in principle, she did not participate in any competitions. And I went to Luzhniki just to see what it was like. Vladimir Vishnevsky and Sergey Mnatsakanyan were on the jury there. They asked me to read poetry and sing ditties. Suddenly I see: the Supreme Master of the Tournament of Poets Sergey Mnatsakanyan presents me with the mantle of "Princess of Erotic Poetry" from the newspaper "Moskovsky Komsomolets". So I became the Princess, and then the Queen of the holiday.
- Whom would you single out from modern young authors?
I like bold writers. For example, Evgeny Lesin, a student of Tatyana Beck at the Literary Institute, and now the editor-in-chief of the NG-Exlibris newspaper. He has an ironic view of the world, individual perception and a very non-standard approach to what he writes about.
But the current Yesenin-Rubtsov - epigone - line in poetry does not impress me too much. So, Dolmatovsky at one time inspired us, students, that poets should not imitate either Yesenin or Rubtsov. And you should try to write better. Or, to paraphrase the same Yesenin, "sing in your own way, even like a frog." Writing in my own way and being the best in my own style is my creative credo!
Prepared Svetlana RAKHMANOVA
POEMS OF NINA KRASNOVOY
April in Spas-Klepiki
April in the village. In April
The robins have arrived.
The sun is like a hot oven.
A man is repairing a front garden with his son.
It's too early to go "opening",
But you can drop your coats off your shoulders.
Dry roads, trails
And puddles that were furnaces
Even the asphalt is dry
And the dirt stopped looking like porridge.
And now along our street
You can walk without rubber boots.
***
Come on with you, come on
On this clear wonderful day
(“Put on your fast walkers”)
Let's get away from people
So that they are hints different
We did not spoil this day
And their hands did not climb dirty
In the soul of everyone who is not lazy.
You and I ran away from people
For a ravine overgrown with nettles,
So that they do not see, do not paw
Our love is beautiful.
***
How many women have seen
Are you my beloved ideal?
What were their names: Katya, Raya? ..
What will my account be?
Like a client in a decent mess
Squeezing your lucky ticket in your hand,
I'm waiting not for an hour, but for a year,
When will my turn come
And destiny is the steward
queue manager,
Silently announce: "Next!"
And with it, all burning with desires,
Finally, I won't be different.
Sister Tanya
My sister read Yesenin
Forbade, not from evil,
She said before Yesenin
I haven't grown up yet.
I took it stealthily
And really small
In the vestibule she hid behind a tub
And I read as best as I could
And wrote under Yesenin,
Trying to find style
Understanding - to Yesenin
I have to grow, grow...
***
I am a student! I live in the capital
And I already consider myself here
No, not a foreign particle,
And my own, whatever it is.
But it's still strange, I won't hide it,
Get used to (in Ryazan - it's easier there)
To those surrounded by world glory
Places of interest.
Like a postcard from an album
I wander along the street,
Before, only in absentia I know
And in absentia so beloved by me.
I'll get used to Moscow, as to Ryazan,
But I probably won't be able to
At her with familiar eyes
Empty and satiated to look at.
Ah, Moscow! She is unique
I understand it more clearly
And like instant sugar,
I dissolve, I dissolve in it.
Speech at the evening in memory of Yuri Vlodov
in the club "Dacha on Pokrovka"
Mayakovsky has poems: “I am walking handsome, twenty-two years old” ... I met Yuri Vlodov at the age of twenty (twenty-one years old). When I entered the Literary Institute. I came to Moscow from Ryazan, from the provinces. And it seemed to me that all the people who were in Moscow and at the Literary Institute and the hostel were all very good and great people. And I treated everyone I met on my way with great respect. And so I met in the hostel near the elevator, on the stairs, Yuri Vlodov. He lived there with someone illegally... as I now understand. And I thought that he - works at the Literary Institute, a professor of poetry. He stopped me (in front of the guards) and slowly, solidly began to ask me who I was, where I came from. He said: "I am the poet Yuri Vlodov ..."
I thought: “Something I don’t know such a poet. But I do not know all the best poets ... "
He asked me: "Read me your poems." I read something to him. He said, "I can help you get into the Literary Institute." I said: “Yes, I don’t need help. I have already passed the creative competition of 100 people for one place and passed almost all the exams for five. I have only one exam left to pass, and I already scored 20 points without it...” He said: “My wife is the famous Latvian poetess Mara Griezane. I write poetry for her, and therefore she became very famous, published in all the most prestigious newspapers and magazines. I thought: “She is famous, but I don’t know such a poetess. But I don’t know all the best poets.” I said: “I would never agree to someone writing my poetry for me. I want to write my own poems. He said: “Tonight I am here in the hostel, gathering my students, including applicants, in such and such a room. Come there. There everyone will read their poems. And you respect your…”
In the evening I came to that room. There were many boys and girls, students and applicants, they all sat along the walls, on chairs, and in turn, in a circle, read their poems. And I read mine. And Vlodov sat on a chair in the center of the room and broadcast, talked about poetry, and also read his poems, which seemed strange for that time, for the 70s. And in his verses Christ, the Cross, Magdalene, Satan, Judas appeared ... the heroes of the Bible. But we in Russia then had an atheistic state, none of the young people of my generation read the Bible and did not know the way. In addition, Vlodov in his poems gave his own interpretation of the Bible, which seemed blasphemous to me personally ... just like Anya Gedymin, who said that she even quarreled with Vlodov because of this ... He said that Christ drank wine and mingled with harlots...
And then from below, from the first floor, a janitor with a mop burst into the room and shouted: “Ah! That's where you all are! Come on - march all from here! And she turned to me and said: “Ah! And you-s-s are here! - Did she remember me, or what, when Vlodov talked to me on the stairs? I was somehow noticeable ... everyone remembered me very much. I had a short dress, forty centimeters above the knees, and my hair was loose ... And the look was frivolous ...
And so I passed my final exam. And I went to look at the list of applicants who were admitted to the institute. I searched, searched for myself there and did not find my last name. I went to the rector Pimenov Vladimir Fedorovich and asked: “Vladimir Fedorovich, why am I not on the list? I passed a creative competition of one hundred people for a place, and passed all the exams, and scored passing marks ... "- He said:" The typist, when she was typing the list, missed your last name out of absent-mindedness ... And then ... what was there in dorm?" - "What was in the hostel?" - “You were sitting somewhere in some company where everyone drank and smoked ...” - “Yes, we just read poetry ... But I don’t drink or smoke at all and I never drank or smoked.” - “There was also a girl from Irkutsk ... she didn’t enter either ...” - “Yes, I don’t know her ... and I don’t know anyone from that company ...” - “And there was also a boy from Kuzbass ... He didn’t enter either ... ”-“ And I don’t know this boy ... ”- Then it turned out that almost none of those guys and girls who read poetry that evening in Vlodov’s company did not enter the Literary institute. None!
(Lyudmila Osokina (commentary): “Well, yes, Vlodov was on the black list. He was under the supervision of the authorities. And all the people who were next to him, even completely innocent, and completely random, also fell into the black list and under surveillance No wonder you didn't get into the Literary Institute, and those guys and girls didn't either...")
Pimenov told me: "Come to enter the institute in a year." - "Without exams?" - With exams. (Laughter in the hall.) I did not return to Ryazan, but got a job at a bakery, according to the limit, and worked for a whole year at this bakery, at the hardest physical work. And a year later she still entered the Literary Institute. And when I was already finishing it, Vlodov again appeared in the hostel, and again met me on the stairs and said: “A married couple sheltered me here in my room, today I gather my students there, we will arrange an evening of poetry, we will read poetry. Come there, read your poems...” (Laughter in the hall.) I had nothing to be afraid of. I had already graduated from the Literary Institute, Vlodov could not harm me. And I came and read my poems in a circle of students. And Vlodov then told me in front of everyone: “Now new girls have appeared in poetry. They will be famous poetesses: Anna Gedymin, Inna Kabysh and Elena Isaeva (he did not know Lyudmila Osokin then, it was before 1980). But when they become famous, you will already be a classic, Vlodov told me... (Laughter in the hall.) And the main thing is that it, his prophecy... is already coming true... (Laughter in the hall.)
Vlodov wrote:
Poet and God wander the world
No money, no wagons, no luggage...
He himself wandered around the world ... he had neither his own corner, nor money, nor things, nothing ... and he lived, you won’t understand where and with whom.
After graduation, I went back to Ryazan. And when I moved to Moscow, in the 90s, I already came across him in the Yunost magazine, under Viktor Lipatov, and invited me to his poetry evening in the editorial office: “Come here on such and such a date. I will read my poems." Then he called me and said, "Am I a genius?" - "Genius". - "And the wife of a genius should be the queen of poetry?" - "Should". - And his wife was no longer Mara Griezane, but Lyudmila Osokina. - "And a genius's wife should be a member of the Writers' Union?" - "Should". - "Write her a recommendation to the Writers' Union." I sent her a recommendation...
Lyudmila was just reading Vlodov's poems to us, she reads them better than Vlodov himself. And she knows them all by heart! Sometimes we don’t remember all of our poems, but she remembers all his poems! And she reads them as if they were her poems, and she adds something of her own to them with her intonations, her manner and reveals some such hidden meanings in them ... Lyudmila was Vlodov's wife, lived with him for many years .. And she described in her memoirs how she suffered with him, God forbid! He was a hard man, and it was hard for her to live with him. No woman could stand it. But she survived! She does not sink in water (and does not burn in fire), she is unsinkable! Vlodov should erect a monument to her for everything she has done and is doing for him!
Yuri Vlodov has poems:
You must die to be reborn
And live forever.
Only now, when Yury Vlodov's books are published through the efforts and efforts of Lyudmila Osokina, have I begun to truly discover his poetry. He died to be reborn through his Word... And he is reborn and will live...
Nina KRASNOV
Nina Krasnova is a famous poet of the "lost generation". Born in Ryazan. He has been writing poetry since the age of seven. Graduated from the Literary Institute named after A. M. Gorky (seminar by Evgeny Dolmatovsky). In 1979 she published her first book of poems "Running" (in the "Soviet Writer") and was accepted with her into the Union of Writers of the USSR. Published in the magazines "Youth", "Moscow", "New World", "October", "Friendship of Peoples", "Student Meridian", "Crocodile", "Observer", "Time and Us" (New York - Moscow) , "Our Street", "Day and Night", "Children of Ra", "Zinziver", "Khreshchatyk", "Others", "Foreign Notes", in the almanacs "Poetry", "Day of Poetry", "Moscow Year of Poetry" , "Sources", "Ring A", "LitRos", "Russian Laughter", "Star of the Fields", "Muse", "Aeolian Harp", "Literary Ryazan", "Under the Ryazan Sky", "Circular Bowl", etc. etc., in the newspapers "Literaturnaya Rossiya", "Literaturnaya Gazeta", "Nezavisimaya Gazeta", "Moskovsky Komsomolets", "Book Review", "Day of Literature", "Slovo", "Express Gazeta", "Literaturnye Izvestiya" , "Poetry City", "Literary Living Room", etc., in various collective collections and anthologies, including the anthologies "Poetry. XX century", "Poetry. XXI century", "Genres and stanzas of modern Russian poetry". It was also printed in all countries of the former socialist camp, in Bulgaria, Hungary, Romania, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Germany, as well as in Italy, France, Norway, the USA, Israel, Ethiopia, Algeria, India, China. Author of seventeen books of poetry and essayistic prose. Chief editor of the almanac "Aeolian harp". Member of the editorial board of the magazine "Youth". Member of the Union of Writers of the USSR, the Union of Russian Writers, the Union of Writers of Moscow, the Union of Professional Writers, the Union of Writers of the 21st Century, the Russian PEN Club.
My motto: "Sing like a frog, even like a frog!" Poetry is the beauty and harmony of the world around us and the inner world of a person, embodied in the Word, in verses, and affecting our senses, and giving us aesthetic pleasure, and evoking in us high, noble impulses and aspirations. For me, poetry is also a kind of second reality in which I soar with my soul in search of my artistic means of self-expression. The first poet who influenced me during my school years was my great countryman Sergei Yesenin. Then the poets of the 19th century - Tyutchev, Lermontov, Pushkin, Griboedov, Baratynsky, Krylov, Nekrasov, Koltsov, then Mayakovsky, then Blok, the poets of the sixties, Rozhdestvensky, Yevtushenko, Voznesensky, as well as Soloukhin, Gamzatov, Silva Kaputikyan, Yulia Drunina. In my student literary institute time, the Silver Age poets Balmont, Gumilyov, Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, Severyanin, Mandelstam, foreign poets Heine, Beranger, Burns, Whitman, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Villon, later all my older brothers and sisters in pen with whom fate brought me to
the great literary road and who helped me walk along it - Starshinov, Dementiev, Bokov, Tarkovsky, Zhirmunskaya, Kovalzhdi, Yuri Kuznetsov, Kazakova and many others. And the poets of my generation, and then of the younger one. My motto is "Sing your own way, even like a frog!" and "Don't fall under someone's influence, like under a tram", from which the Literary Institute head of the creative seminar Yevgeny Dolmatovsky warned us, his seminarians, from whom I studied and who also had his (not pernicious) influence on me.
Nina Krasnova
When the last hour of nature strikes...
Fedor Tyutchev
When people are punished for their sins,
God will arrange the "last Cataclysm",
They will not be saved, who have reached the edge of everyone,
Neither Orthodoxy nor Catholicism...
But this is how people are punished out of a sense of revenge
For their sins? - He can't.
Religion will perish with them,
And no one will need God.
Sow reasonable, good, eternal...
Nikolai Nekrasov
Under the hymns of the nightingale
Don't be lazy.
Everyone has their own
Unplowed field.
Remember this motto:
The Lord is with you, with us!
Sow your plot
With my seeds
And here everywhere, and here,
Not waiting for your weather.
And the seeds will sprout
Will give such shoots.
peasant labor
Do not be afraid. Like Yesenin!
And maybe then
Your work will be appreciated.
Don't mind fate
Leaving in the shadow, in the darkness:
Your glorious harvest
Your descendants will reap.
Nineteenth century, iron,
Truly a cruel age!
Alexander Blok
In Russia, which centuries are not cruel?
The twentieth is especially terrible, cruel:
He destroyed the origins of past cultures
And gave a pole to climb high
To the coming boor who is from paradise
What did you do? And, not seeing God point-blank
And all not like themselves - despising,
Holy icons thrown under the ax
And he threw the classics of the past into the river.
Spiritual poverty came to power.
But the twenty-first century of the twentieth century
Present, present bills for this,
He is not forgiving brain dullness
Folk, without reducing everything to the individual,
Punish him for his crimes.
And everything will return to normal.
Akhmatova
I'm not beautiful anymore...
...I'm not young.
Anna Akhmatova
Porcelain idol, Akhmatova Anna,
You used to be proud of yourself.
What are you not beautiful? Weird.
You are beautiful despite your age.
I rhyme in the light of writing a cross,
Your hair is not counting gray hair.
You will be beautiful even in old age,
More beautiful than their young rivals.
Delmas in Chess
The artist Delmas danced in the estate.
For whom, for whom did you dance - for the masses?
Not for the masses - she danced for Blok
And I almost broke my heel, by the window
Pa making Carmen,
Having made carmine sponges with a bow.
And the heart of Delmas was beating under the blouse,
For the poet it pounded - not for the masses,
And black blood boiled under the skin.
And the poet's love grew like carrots,
Like a tulip, like a reed by the bridge,
And mystic poetry thickened...
Monument to Griboyedov near the metro station "Chistye Prudy"
Russia without betraying or selling
And without drinking and not blowing through the cards,
It stands in Moscow at Chistye Ponds,
I threw off my worries, a hundred pounds,
And looks at passers-by from the pedestal,
Witness of all their dates and meetings,
And knowing the importance of every moment,
It absorbs their language and speech.
Did Griboyedov like to eat mushrooms?
Have you tried Sauvignon in your life?
And did he carry coffins on himself
One's friends? He's not famous for that.
He sends an air greeting to Tehran,
Where did he work as an ambassador
And I did not earn a wound from a tiger
And many wounds. And died. But saved
Its for new, future times,
Fortune was saved by a faithful hand.
And not all of him died. Among the names
Illustrious people entered the ages.
He looks at the mass-printing kiosks
For book spines and bindings:
"What books should I read?" -
He hasn't read for two hundred years.
He could write poetry - volumes!
And he wrote one not thick volume,
One poem - "Woe from Wit".
She's about that grief from the mind
Anyone with talent and intelligence.
Monument of Merkurov to Dostoevsky on the former Bozhedomka
Igor Volgin
In the courtyard of the hospital of the former Mariinsky
He, conceived in the womb,
In the center of the flower bed grew in the form of a sculpture,
Russian genius of world culture.
The eternal convict of the pen, great prose,
In a timid pose, he stands without any pose.
There is something humble, humble,
There's something unsettling about him, too.
And there is humiliated and offended,
And badly scraped off from the dirt of life,
There is something holy and vicious in it,
And so tragic and prophetic,
And such an astonished Ozirayan:
What kind of heavenly place is this?
Himself for the crimes of mankind
Punished, the son of a crazy Fatherland.
Gently folded his hands on his chest
And God's mercy deserving,
He is more pitiful than the sacrifice of Karabakh,
And a strait shirt on him.
Parents day
In memory of my mother
You came to me for Parents' Day,
Fulfilling the maternal duty of guardianship.
You came to me at the Forest School
And I was pleasantly surprised by this.
We walked in the shade under the tree, aspen,
Woodpeckers flocked to look at you from a branch.
You were easily tied with a scarf -
Summer, motley, joyful colors.
You were all forest, you were mischievous,
In a light dress with elasticated sleeves,
And me with delicious strawberries, market
Served from a painted basket.
I seem to you from the heavens of the Most High point? ..
I wave my hand to you and die ...
I was your little daughter
I was and remain yours - her.
I came to you, look, I came to Solotcha,
To your grave, to the edge of the forest, to Lesotcha,
I came to you for Parent's Day,
Funeral, remembrance, sobbing.
Girl in shorts
We will all die someday...
Tatyana Krasnova
On Maslovka, a girl in shorts walks modelly,
Levels his posture and gait and step.
Earrings made of tin hang and shine like a medal,
They hang and shine in this girl's ears.
And the janitor jumps along Maslovka, scares the cats
And he waves a broom and yells stupidly at cats.
And the girl-divine walks so proudly,
Like she'll never, ever die.
You and I
At this commercial tent -
Two lucky people (patch patches on jeans) -
We eat pineapple with you.
God smiles upon us.
I am white, you are swarthy.
I am a cutie, you are a cutie.
We are such an enviable couple
Two such gifts for each other.
I recently went to Ryazan.
I have business in Ryazan:
See your dearest family
(I'm always happy for a day like this)
Children's world gone to visit -
And dedicate a joke to him.
And do not let someone boo you,
And stand next to Yesenin's granite
One plaque of honor
Drowning your longing in Coca-Cola.
And not thinking to annoy someone there,
Build a monument to yourself
His own, miraculous, all from books,
My own, from all my unreleased books
(I don't know how about them).
I recently went to Ryazan.
I have business in Ryazan.
