Who is pushkin?

On Wednesday, September 20, in the center of Washington, a very official opening ceremony of the monument to A. S. Pushkin took place

Now , the workers of the local State Department running in the morning, as well as students of the University of Washington, who are in this quarter of Washington, will be asked a reasonable question: “Who could be, this alexander pushkin?”

And the black population of the New World, remembering the blood kinship with the bronze poet, it is here that it will arrange its periodic protests.

If a random rash, a tourist sharpens the sea-oceans and wants to see his glorious compatriot, I can give accurate signs. Most of the Washington monuments, as well as in all other imperial capitals, is a person on a horse, with different number of hooves based on a pedestal. And a freshly open monument to Pushkin in Washington is no exception, since it also consists of a man and a horse. However, in this case, the poet stands directly on the pedestal, and the horse is ascended over him.

For with wings.

For Pegasus (sculptors of the burghanov v. And ml.)

Naturally, officials performed at the official ceremony: the head of the Foreign Ministry Igor Ivanov, the deputy chairman of the Moscow government Lyudmila Shevtsova and their American counterparts.

Putin and Luzhkov sent greetings.

Luzhkov - because it is a gift from Moscow to Washington, Putin - because the president.

If I am not mistaken, this is the last in a series of Pushkins donated by Moscow to grads and towns in connection with the two hundredth of ours, and the first Pushkin in the New World. Where, by the way, the poet planned to fade while still not in bronze, but in exile, in Mikhailovsky.

So he arrived - two hundred years later.

At the opening ceremony of the Obyshinsky monument to Pushkin in Moscow at the end of the last century, I remember that not very officials performed speeches-Mr. Dostoevsky and Turgenev. Today in the yard the era is more serious, here is the face more likely.

So in the Washington ceremony, your humble servant participated not because in some way the Moscow writer is also in some way, but because in some way the Moscow official also.

And in my hands I held not only a piece of blankets, which under the Russian and American hymns pulled off the poet and his Pegasus, but also a large anthology “crossroads of centuries: a new generation of Russian poetry” that had just been released in the United States.

... When the ceremony ended and everyone dispersed, I put this anthology on the pedestal: let the classic know that he will be glorious, dook in the sublunar world will live at least one of the fifty participants of the mentioned anthology.