Tonino

“I moved to another room” Tonino Guerra. I crossed forever. The great poet, writer, artist, sculptor, architect, philosopher, sage, self -proclaimed president of the Marekkya River. Figure, the scale of the Italian Renaissance. Yes, plus a movie that was not there then.

“I moved to another room” Tonino Guerra. I crossed forever. The great poet, writer, artist, sculptor, architect, philosopher, sage, self -proclaimed president of the Marekkya River. Figure, the scale of the Italian Renaissance. Yes, plus a movie that was not then ...

He wrote the scenarios of the films: “Amarkord” “Blowup”, “Casanova-70”, “Italian marriage”, “Red desert”, “The ship floats”, “Nostalgia”, “Christ stopped at Eboli”, “Ginger and Fred”, “Zabbishki-Pontent” ... (There are a hundred of them.)

Federico Fellini, Michelangelo Antonioni, Lukino Visconti, Theo Angelopulos, Andrey Tarkovsky worked with him ...

Tonino is the author of poems, collections of poems, books of prose, ceramics of fairy tales, oral stories, literary hoaxes, creator of fountains, fireplaces, interiors, sun hours, furniture, witty memorable boards in many cities of Romaili. ("Laura!"-it seemed to me, or did someone shout?)

The founder of the gardens and museums invented by him. Inventor of singing birds; fogs, with trees and translucent horses germinating through them; valleys covered with leaves of Madonna's grass and white swan puff; gland and colored glasses, for their own manufacturing huge, through and through the curves and rusty Latern (lamps in our opinion), emitting warm light for single travelers in the night, which Tonino also came up with to feel hope for the mandatory sunrise.

The sun was not invented by him, I will not lie. But if he had not been, Tonino would have come up with him.

And the words are not him! The words were before him. Not all.

But the ruins of words were invented by Guerra. They look like this: green, layered, rounded blocks of sheet glass on the field of low, in the growth of grass, white jets. (“Laura!” I hear Tonino's voice. “Tell him to describe my favorite fountain in Santarkanjelo, where I was born on March the sixth of the nine hundred and twentieth year!” Have you also heard, or did you think again?)

Tonino also created friendship - that is, he did not save on communication. And he was obligatory in love.

Unmotivated by nothing but internal needs, calls from Italy looked like this:

- Yura! This is Tonino. How are you How is Gia? How is Sasha? How is Seryozha? How is Venya? How is Andrey?

It seemed to him that in his absence we communicate as happily as during his visits to Moscow or our raids in Pennabilli.

- Everyone is alive. And how are you, Tonino?

- Phenomenal! - And while he hangs the phone, I hear the demanding: - Laura!

Laura Guerro (once Yablochkina) is Tonino's wife. His friend, his keeper, his translator and conductor in heavenly tombs of Russian culture. Beautiful and restless, she helped him overcome the sound (language from sounds) Barrier and even taught to speak a little in Russian. And at a difficult hour I fought for the life of my beloved Toninochka with courage and patience, helping him live.

The circle of their Moscow friends is wide. George Danelia, Alexander Konovalov, Bella Akhmadulin, Yuri Lyubimov, Boris Messerer, Rustam Hamdamov, Sergey Barkhin, Veniamin Smekhov, Andrei Khrzhanovsky ... And there were also Andrey Tarkovsky, Sergey Parajanov ... These are only those about whom I know.

Now it is gone, and there will be no one to see for us wonderful dreams, like this one, about which he told me in his house in the tiny town of Pennabille, in a house filled with air of joy and the light of his work:

“I woke up, from my smile.

I walked around Moscow, the city that became my capital.

I saw familiar objects on the streets and squares (“Can you say so?” Laura asks. “Maybe art items?”) Who surround me here.

I saw there fountains that I made in Romanier.

And it seemed to me that Moscow had become even closer and more beautiful.

But, probably, I should not talk about it.

I must hope that someone living in Moscow will have the same dream. ”

Last year, he brought me to the shore of his beloved River Marekki, where birds were built according to his project. On many dozens of chopped round poles, cheerful, multi -colored birdhouses hung, in which the same funny birds settled.

In memory of the great friend of Russia, who loved our city so much, the “New Gazeta” decided to arrange a “bird of birds” in Moscow. We will be grateful to readers who will send their considerations to the site, how and where to equip this beautiful country. Already completely exhausted on his ninety -second birthday - March 16, he told the mayors of the surrounding cities: unite, so easier to save beauty.

“We have already lived paradise. It was a childhood, ”Tonino said. It seems to me that he lived all his life in childhood. And where he is now, there will be nothing unexpected for him. I have to hope.