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My Eduard Limonov
Photo: ReutersEduard Limonov is 70 years old. Limonov was already congratulated by his associates and ideological opponents. Some employees of the PublicPost editorial office also decided to congratulate the writer in their own way: we remembered how we read his books, went to Strategy-31, met him, disappointed and did not stop arguing about him.
"The writer Nikolai Ostrovsky had a special stencil for writing, he put a blank sheet of paper in it and wrote in slots" steel was so tempered. "The stencil allowed the line not to go astray and not to move down, he controlled his hand. The writer Limonov did not, but he writes on an indistinguishable sheet as if he had been drawn, he was not measured, not measuredly, no measuredly. I remember this good, because I personally scored a lot of lemonic texts - he sent them to the editorial office of the "faces" by hand, and not in the form of files, at the end of the page. Limonov. Page 1 of 4 ". Looking at the even, with energetic pressure of the letter, it was somehow easily understood how much the will have developed the will.
This paradoxy, in general, is surprising: classical writer's perseverance and rebellious nature of punk. The first book of Limonov, who struck me in the very heart and partly formed me as a person, is, of course, the “loser’s diary” is an inspired poetic text full of real despair. And to read it, it seems to me, is better in moments when you yourself are on the verge. A person who gloves at such a high degree usually does not live for a long time - he fades. But Limonov is alive, now he is 70.
I also remember this when I can’t decide on anything. Limonov in his 70 is not afraid to go out to the square, although in these years, it seems to me, many of a person’s actions are not determined by the mind, but the body - which, in theory, should be afraid that he will be mentioned, dropped, clamped in a crush. Everyone would be so in his years. "
“I never loved Limonov, I knew little about him and did not want to know little about him. And Limonov came with his story, blacks, American businessmen and dirty sex in my life unexpectedly, in Paris. Somewhere in December 2011, the book of Emmanuel Carrera“ Limons ”flooded. They said that he did not have enough to get the main French premium. “Gonkur”, but the “Ranoo” (French literary prize-approx. Ed.).
Everywhere they talked about Carrera and everywhere. In my group in the Sorbonne, French friends began to read the book and every day attacked me with questions, whether it was true whether it was true. I had nothing to answer. I bought a book - I paid as much as 20 euros - I thought, well, and I am a victim of French Russomania. I read the 500-page "Limonov" almost in a day. Limonov received through Carrera became absolutely transcontinental for me-so Limonov serves the American billionaire and seems to urinate him in tea (and I can’t imagine that combat leader of Limonov, who serves someone, and even more so pissing into tea).
I remember that I was truly struck, so it was Limonov-the idol of the French Bobo (bourgeois bohemia). Limonov, with his clumsy accent, the hooligan barefoot past, Soviet spontaneity, suddenly becomes the hero of Parisian intellectuals. True, after the Yugoslav feats, the French quickly turned away from him. But it turned out that the love of French intelligence can be returned as easily as losing. I also succumbed to lemonomania. With pleasure, excitedly told everyone how they love and hate Limonov, about the triumph, about his women, as if we had nothing but Limonov. Then I returned to Moscow and began to talk about him with different people. My delight was shared by units. It seemed that for them Limonov was a fake "strategy-31", young girls who always curl around him, the old man’s weak attempts to shout out then to the peppy protest of Bolotnaya. I completely mixed up and stopped talking about Limonov in general, so as not to seem to be a bunning foreigner, hit by Parisian literary fashion.
True, I recently saw him on "strategies". There he was completely graying his head, which was covered by several guards, and then riot police were pushed into a car zakak. What are 70, lemons are eternal youth. "
“With Limonov (or rather, with his work) I ran into 2006, when we, 2 year students of the journalism department of the Dagestan State University, gave a list of books in modern Russian literature.“ This is me-Oedchka ”Limonov and“ Moscow-Peter ”Erofeev, as the Strogeni teacher said, are required to read.
The fellow student of the magician, who was very smart and versed in the political system, immediately stated that there would be no nationalist Limonov. “Your business, but the assessment will depend on this,” the teacher was short.
In general, the magician made an advertisement to Limonov, because the half -course still rushed to read what this Nazik wrote there. Almost all of them then paired that not only were forced to read the nationalist, but he was also a homosexual.
Following Limonov, half a year refused to read Erofeev (they say, alcoholism is promoted there). At the exam, however, many of those who scolded both writers have received good marks. "
"The first impression of Limonov was unpleasant. Autumn 2010. The Strategy-31 invented by him is cracking at the seams from the fact that the authorities agreed, limiting the number of eight hundred participants (then there were a peak and several thousand came). Lyudmila Alekseeva and Leo Ponomarev agreed, but Limonov did not. As a result, part of the human rights activists went to the coordinated event, Limonov managed to spend the unaccounted for the same triumph square. Limonov, as if there is a goal itself, and for the sake of this, you can sacrifice the security of the supporters. I don’t remember the answer. I remember only his facial expression - offended - and an intonation that gave out the vulnerable pride - in the end they clearly did not understand him then.
Another lemonov-Limonov writer-made me roar sobbing, seeing beauty where it was not there before, not to give up and not close, idiotically believe in the victory of love over the deserted (his word) world. "It is me-Oedchka" in general, it facilitated the flour of parting with a loved one. I read and thought that if you could survive that it was with Limonov, then my hair is generally half-praying. And the most expensive scene of this book is a kinder playing with a little girl, trying to make her laugh: “God give you happiness, an animal,” I thought, “only if happiness, then for life, and God forbid to know happiness, and then live in misfortune. The most terrible flour.” I, as knowing happiness, hated him for a long time for this phrase. I love it for it. "
"There were quiet places in the central house of writers, there were no free places, Vladimir Zhirinovsky, Alexander Prokhanov, Alexei Mitrofanov, Vladimir Linderman, Anatoly Tishin and others were sitting on the stage. There was no guilty of the celebration. He was in prison. This was the first birthday in my life, which I met with a culprit of the triumph. Although this is not quite true. Between good and touching speeches. Snow-offs of the journalist Alexander Orlov “ Snow ” was shown to Soratnikov, friends, politicians-a film with Limonov, which he gave in the prison of the city of Saratov. cut.
This film overshadowed everything that evening. Both Limonov’s poems performed by Vladimir Epifantsev, and the words of Zhirinovsky, who called him modern Lenin, and even an unexpected gift to Limonov from Boris Berezovsky, who was presented by Alexander Andreevich Prokhanov, is a bottle of 60-year-old Armaniak in 1943. People looked at Limonov's furious eyes, smiled and applauded his phrases. Not every politician, having got into conclusion, will be able to give such an interview. When the film ended, there were long applause, many applauded standing. It was the best birthday in my life. The next time I met with Eduard Limonov at the Paveletsky Station when he returned from the prison of Engels in Moscow. And now he is still in prison, and we go with his comrades past the Stalin Skolok on Krasnaya Presnya towards the House of Soviets, and plays, like a warden on the skin, the song “Auktsyon” from the film “Snow” and the words of Limonov sound: “The people of my generation are almost all sluggish and did not create anything, they were timils in their creations. Therefore, their criticism is completely indifferent. New generation people are coming, this is the most important. "
"Throwing wives, ubiquitous National Bolsheviks, obsessed fans, eternal confrontation with astronauts on triumphal, horn glasses, subtality, gray beard-I do not associate lemons with anything. Physics in grade 9-this is what I remember every time I hear this word Limonov-word-bond.
I am 14, and I, as they say, is a difficult teenager. In addition, the humanities: I ignore the rules of decency, parents and accurate sciences. I read the clock, I write 7 works a week and I can’t think about anything except literature. "This is a terrible book, disgusting. I read to the Negro - I could not continue!" - The sincere Soviet indignation of his father did his job. I took the "Edge", realizing that it was dangerous to read at home.
Under a black and white paper cover, he, naked, ate the sour Soviet cabbage soup on a hot balcony, rushed about a small-sized American hole, cursed his beloved, destroyed her, trampled and perpetuated her. I wanted recognition, money and love - this is exactly what you want the most at 14. And I also rushed about the pages - with it - at every lesson, I could not exhale, stop. The famous scene with the black man reached a physics lesson.
It is amazing not that then she moved me - seemed gentle, piercing, thin, most sincere of all the love scenes that I managed to read by that time. It is amazing that she seems to me like that now.
“If you (our physicist was an intelligent) will read such books, you will get sick” - he is already next to the last desk, under which I have a book on my knees. I do not have time to hide it, I get it proudly, put on the desk and defiantly turn the page.
And in physics, the four were still drawn in a certificate. "
"What could be impressions of Eduard Limonov? A man who did not want to be just a major Russian writer and poet and therefore became a Russian politician. Usually I met him only on the 31st monument to Mayakovsky on the triumphant, surrounded by the police. And it was very unusual to see him in an unexpected atmosphere: reading his poems in the glamorous book festival. Until the last moment. Until the last moment, until the last moment. The organizers, neither visitors were sure that he would agree to such a step that was atypical for him.
Limonov appeared on time and, as usual, with security: "If not for these guards, then you would have come to my grave to read poetry." However, Limonov seems to be treated with irony. He read his poems for almost an hour, those that seemed suitable to him: about love, his homeland, basements and Pushkin.
I even have a video, although it turned out that it was not recommended to shoot it all. But still.
Of course, there was no impression that these were definitely very good verses, but after that there was a feeling that these were poems by a sincere and ambiguous person. And that's it. "