Miroslav Nemirov. All about poetry 116

Interdings

The self -name of prostitutes in the days of the late USSR - according to the novel by V. Kunin "Interdevochka", one of the main hits of the early (1987) perestroika.

And the film of the same name (from it), one of the first works of perestroika cinema.

In general, one of the first waves of the era of publicity that came then is a wave of publications in newspapers on prostitution in the USSR and how wonderful to him, prostitutes, lives.

What is the best work in the world: gorgeous, prestigious, all in the bliss, chole and luxury, currency (see reports. "Dollars" ) high -paid, cultural and with knowledge of languages.

And since there is one deception and violation of ideals around, there is no truth, Russia was sold and the Lenin path has ended, every intelligent girl is simply obliged - - - - - - - - - -

And such a person is called not a “prostitute” or “b ~ poison”, but a chic foreign word “confused” or, now, “interview”.

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Being a fallen woman is nice:
Everyone takes you for boobs,
Walking leads to restaurants,
They give money in packs,

But time flies quickly,
The soul asks for marrying
And then the girl understands
What is the honor of her - horror as needed.

So take care of honor, girls!
Without honor, just nowhere!
And a waste of expenditure
Before the wedding - never!

It’s better to stay without a leg!
He will love, maybe a disabled person.
A dishonest century to wander alone,
Owing its own power.

1988, September, Rostov-on-Don.

And this is a poem of me, the author of these lines, in which I, in a soft, destructive manner in the spirit of approximately E. Asadov , turned to these lost souls with an appeal to think about the consequences of his improper image of thought.

(Although I have poems and scourging vice without mercy, in which it is directly recommended:

One medicine here is a prison! -

See - ... although figs there, see, here it is completely, this is a poem:

I love to get rid of it!
There is no shame to admit it!
Natural and simple
There is this business, gentlemen!

Hanji, of course, will be outraged
“Yes, how dare”, they will begin to stink,
But enough the truth is to be shy!
It’s more important for us to know the truth!

Take, for example, prostitutes.
Of course, their vast is debauchery,
And here you don’t need to nurse
One road here is a prison;

But if a girl is a guy
Will be given honestly, by love,
There is no bad one.
One healthy eroticism!

And Lyuba Kohl girl to you
And she likes her, you like it
Go to copulate proudly!
Quite every kind of piss huts!

1990, January, Tyumen

"Sexologists have harassed Rus', sexologists!" - exclaimed in horror in 1988 by V. Belov in the novel "Everything ahead."

And it was: sexologists crawled, and the given poem is just a typical sermon of such a perestroika sexologist.

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Moreover, by the beginning of the 1990s it turned out that all this is not true and that the work of a prostitute is a hard, low -paid physical work, full of antisanitaria, danger, humiliation, and in general, all dirty and ugly, for the sake of saying, the dumb is no better - and not the most paying - labor, for example, a dishwasher.

But this is later.

And first, in the frenzy of early restructuring! ...

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That is, this is social art in its pure form.

And moreover, already in his degenerate, becoming - and by that time already becoming mass form.

Irteniev , for example, has a similar poem, perhaps, moreover, better than mine:

Woman in a beautiful dress with white
In high -heeled shoes,
Why are you trading in your body
From a big business to the sidelines?

Or is Irteniev still a little later? But it doesn’t matter.

If anything justifies me in this situation, so that I have not heard any word social art, but wrote this kind of poems only for the sake of laughter - once - for money - two.

Moreover - for honest money! - They did not give out their union of writers, but different, unfamiliar people to me, to whom I told these poems orally. That's how it was.

It was February 1989, the city of Rostov-on-Don.

Organized and led by Ter-Oganyan A.S. Partnership of art masters "Art or death!" She held her first large exhibition in the Rostov Exhibition Hall on the embankment (in the official hall of the Union of Artists!) (And the first, probably avant-garde exhibition in Rostov-on-Don over the past 60 years-the last Rostov avant-garde artists-these are nickels of the early 1920s, and they were nothing more in Moscow than in Rostov).

The exhibition was called (for laughter) "Italy has the shape of a boot", lasted two weeks, taking this hall (quite large - less, of course, the Manege, but more Gelman Gallery - about once every 8) - this was the whole, and this was the period when we, figures of avant -garde Rostov art, rode, figuratively expressed like cheeses, speaking figuratively, in the oily of glory, and fattened kuma kings in rays in rays in rays Her own: that is, glory: avant-garde was in the USSR in general, and even more so in Rostov-on-Don, unprecedented deed, and all of us for the fact that we were his representatives, loved and almost carried in their hands.

And in addition, there, on the embankment, there were as many as four beer, in which - during the anti -alcohol fuckers! - Beer was poured for small money freely and without the slightest line.

And February was also unusually warm - 16 degrees of heat! - in Rostov, who does not at all stay in the zone of subtropics: in fact, in February in Rostov there are in sheepskin coats and dog hats- and we, participants in the partnership, went to the opening of the exhibition, by 12 o’clock, and waited for such visitors to her, who would express his desire to meet the authors closer and lead us to any of the mentioned beads: in the mentioned beads: "Anchor", "cancer" or "shell".

And this usually appeared.

And if we did not appear, we went there ourselves and for the sake of money - more precisely, for the sake of beer - we read poetry.

A.S. Ter-Oganyan climbed into a chair and announced:

- Gentlemen! The poet Miroslav Nemirov will now read the poem!

After which I climbed into this chair and read - just the above verses and "on the distant Long -yugan" and any other mentioned social art, which I then composed, - to the fig, and - especially for reading for the sake of drinking.

People bought beer for this. (True, it happened that they said at the same time - Nate, drink, only with your poems get rid of your poems - but this is already particularly.)

And then the Kapa cooperator fell in love with us.

(Kapa - he, in fact, was called so because there was a cooperator - his real name and surname were not known to anyone - and he did not find it necessary to report them.)

And he began to come to the closure of the hall and led us to the neighboring "anchor", which was not just a beer, but already a restaurant, and where the table was already breaking from the dishes ordered by the cap.

- Well, let's, Popi@Zyat about art! ” - called the cap, uncorked and pouring, and, it should be noted, did not try to express his opinion about this art, namely, he wanted us to deliver#to him about him, and he would listen.

("Cooperators" - this was the first wave of those who later became called "new Russians" - Skorobogachi who got rich ... Well, this is a separate topic, to describe what the people got rich then, something was written about it, I gradually publish.)

So in verses:

Glory is sufficiently on the drum:
I, in general, in the amounts of necessary, I exposed it, -

The impressions of that exhibition are presented, among other things.

Also, see the Arbat message-there about how we, having moved to Moscow, read poems for money on this street for many authors in the south-west of the Moscow Center.

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“Everyone takes you for boobs” - there, of course, Sonya Marmeladova, a panel from poverty, everything else from the 19th century, but it is real, as it really is, it is ridiculous to say, but the whole point is that they just like such a life!

In their view, this is really the most remarkable life - and takes on boobs, and leads to restaurants, and money - - - -

And offer them for the same money a different job - and not even there the nurses or seamstresses, as they tried to re -educate it in the 19th century - and there, like a secretary in the office - in any case, cleaner, in a sanitary sense, and more, by the way, highly paid - so - they will flin, and they will go back to the panel or arrange a brothel at the workplace.

This is 100 percent so, this is a fact.

The vast majority of them like their dirty, dangerous, unsanitary and low -paid work - and they do not need another.

Which, in principle, can be understood.

I like my tedious, tedious, monotonous and also low -paid work on the keyboard keys, and offer me a clean, prestigious and highly paid post of Zapzvyvt mines, for example, - so she didn’t fight for FIG!

These are people, such, friends, their difference between themselves.

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Here they are, girls (no longer interprets) of our days, these workers of pi%of the ability, in the performance of their professional duties.

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In 87, my bird traveled around the country of the USSR, the limit of the amount of money, which was then at its disposal at the same time, amounted to no more than 6 rubles, so she moved in a stop, lived on all sorts of hippy put -in -laws.

In Moscow and St. Petersburg, she worked part -time by writing the essays "Perestroika Strategy" - the youngest team party link - all sorts of instructors of district committees, etc. - Was it obliged to take courses then? seminars? According to the new policy of the party and the government, and, at the end of training, they had to hand over an abstract. The work of the bird was arranged by accidentally one Moscow rock musician, whose childhood and students' friends diligently tried to make a career.

As a rule, the instructors of the district committees in perestroika and in the books of Gorbachev did not understand and did not want to understand, but it was and - who remembers Gorbaev’s speech, he knows - it is impossible: the rapid flows of verbal water, to isolate in which any content is - - -. Here they are happy and paid my bird 10-15 rubles for such an essay.

Some Moscow girls, looking at how the bird in the sweat of the face rewrites the fifth abstract by hand (making changes here and here - you need to work honestly), and offered her:

- And why are you tormented? We’ll go to confuse tomorrow, we’ll earn 200-300 rubles at a time, we’ve come with us.

The bird was surprised - what kind of super -paying work is this such that, moreover, you can take a person from the street without any preliminary preparation? What is "confusing"?

The acquaintances explained:

- Well, we have friends, foreigners, they will introduce you to other foreigners - let's go to the restaurant with them, sit, drink, dance, then, then let's go to their hotel. If you try hard, they can give 600 rubles right away.

- So is it - to sleep with him, or what? Prostitute?!!

The girls were indignant

- Prostitutes at three stations work, and we will confuse! Do not compare! Control the lexical composition!

But my bird refused, preferring to write essays better. The customs in Tyumen, from where she came to Moscow, were, in general, quite free, but pi & doe to earn money - it was somehow thought - then - after all, West. I don't know how it is now.

The second conclusion from this story - then, in the late 1980s, unprofessional prostitution was still quite possible from time to time.

Now - hardly.

The system has developed, its economic model is not at all liberal, and even a conducting is an extremely conductor, the balance of supply and supply is not spontaneously formed, but is very controlled and controlled, and go to the panel without knowledge, control and accounting for authorized bodies now ...

I doubt.

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And here is the story of how the cheerful friend of all the Tyumen men is Oleg Gribchenkov (see about him in the pictures - Mundial 1988 ) - almost made a career of pimp.

There is such a person in Moscow, calling itself a "raven" - Moscow -Data (for several years she lived illegally in the famous Christian - studied experience) old, another seventies, hippovka V.

Now she is far over forty, thirty -year (starting at 15) a hippic lifestyle has greatly affected her - illness, then, as a result of which, for example, she weighs - with a tall of about 160 cm. - Probably for a 90 -triple chin, other charms - and now.

Once in her life, another difficult period came, she again turned out to be without a penny of money, young hippians did not run into the Flat for several weeks - and that is, they did not bring food, cigarettes and so on. - and she decided to shake the old people and go a little to be scared.

But the times are now harsh, one thing, as mentioned above, is terrible and indecent - that’s a crow and called Gribchenkov a pimps to work with her. So that he calls customers, praise the goods, agreed on money - etc.

Gribchenkov was surprised, began to deny (he was just associated with a raven by friendship and reverence for the legend of the Moscow underbounds (and the crow - in general, a little legend), but in general he is a married man, he has and works as a computer scientist). But the crow fell with frantic energy:

- Do you want my death from hunger?

- Well, let's give you money. I won’t give a lot - now I am not particularly fattening - but you won’t die with hunger.

- Here! I need your handouts! I want to honestly make money myself! Again, and - you will help me once, well, two, but I need constant earnings.

I had to come to terms.

And they went to the intorist.

Gribchenkov rushed to everyone in which it seemed to him that it was possible to suspect a certain concern:

- The girl is needed? Do you want a girl?

Naturally, after 6 minutes, special people came up to him with questions: who is it, why do you breed competition without demand? Show me Devochka.

The mushroom led them to the Voron, which was hiding under the arch leading to the State Duma.

The pimps were surprised.

- Is it Devchik?

“Yes,” the raven said proudly. “I am the oldest prostitute in Moscow.” I confused here when you walked under the table in my mountains!

“Remove her, hear her,” Krutoyara -Solidols told the fungus. - Do not disgrace Moscow, okay?

But they didn’t beat it, I won’t lie.

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Once I complained to my bird:

- How many years I have been living in the world, but I have never seen a living prostitute.

“Yes, you saw them hundreds of times,” the bird was surprised. - When you go to Moscow, you always pass them past them.

Yes, I saw, it turned out that we have in Yaroslavka for two years in broad daylight in winter and summer, in any weather, there are girls - ordinary, not beauties and not ugly, tinted, but not so, what is going to the theater, they paint stronger, in clothes relatively tight -fitting, but without chic and frank nudes - in again the theater of some kind of audience of the g. It looks much more unbridled.

They stand near the road usually two under the handle. As if they will vote now. But they do not vote.

This is, as it turned out, - prostitutes.

At a distance, somewhere behind the bushes, there are a couple of cars, several men and a bunch of still the same girls - a group of covers and prostitutes waiting for the turn.

All this looks, in short, it is so innocent and unnecessary that it is very very very very very necessary to want to want to.

So want, how this Russian folk proverb describes:

- Yes, at least a wolf of ice cream, if only a thahi ass!

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By the way, if so, then the full text of Irteniev was found:

A woman in a transparent white dress,
In high -heeled shoes,
Why are you trading in your body
From a big business in the distance?

You are standing as a doll is dressed up
A bright varnish sparkles on the nails,
Maybe who offended you somewhere?
Maybe someone said something wrong?

Why did you go to prostitutes?
After all, you could become a geologist
Or be a minibus driver,
Or fly a falcon in the sky.

There are many professions in this life,
Choose any, do not be lazy.
You went to the wrong road
Wait, think, look around!

See - does the tractor plow something in the field?
See - coming from the plant?
Day after day, the country lives more beautiful
Moving forward tirelessly.

A blush burns on your cheeks,
But he is not from a good life.
Here a foreigner is coming to you,
Who knows, maybe a spy.

He will not appreciate you as a person,
What is your soul flight
You will surrender to him because of the money
And love will not call you.

No, love does not happen!
They don't think about money, loving
If anyone forgets about it,
Let him blame himself.

A woman in a transparent white dress,
In high -heeled shoes,
Do not bargain with your body anymore
From a big business in the distance!