The driven poet

The Nobel Prize Boris Pasternak revealed the evilness of the Soviet regime and the unprinciplity of Soviet writers

Boris Pasternak in Peredelkino. 1958

Pasternak was killed for a long time. At a time when, it would seem, only to live. The Stalin's endless winter ended. But the thaw was deceptive and cold.

Pasternak wrote his “Doctor Zhivago” from 1945 to 1955. The novel about the martyrdom of the Russian intelligentsia, crushed both morally and physically the October coup, raped by him, persecuted by iron history. The Russian European Pasternak considered himself entitled to be printed in the West. Moreover, the "New World" refused.

Smart Kazakevich understood everything and spoke: "It turns out, judging by the novel, the October Revolution is a misunderstanding, and it was better not to make it."

In addition to the soul adhering over 30 years, the “progressive” writers blamed Pasternaku that he substitutes them: what if the power was offended, stop thawing and will not allow you to breathe again? Pasternak was free, and even at large, the Soviets were behind an ideological thorn. Dr. Zhivago blew up their world.

And Pasternak calmly handed over the text to Italy and France. It is released in November 1957. For six months, the novel was printed in 23 languages!

Zhivago became a bestseller, and on October 23, 1958, 55 years ago, Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize. Actually, the wording was: "For significant achievements in modern lyrical poetry, as well as for the continuation of the traditions of the great Russian epic novel." But in 1958, he was nominated by the "anti -Soviet" Albert Camus.

Wild persecution began (and “thirty silver”, and “Judas”, and “bait on a rusty hook of anti -Soviet propaganda”, and “Pasternak did not read, but I condemn”, and “pig”). To the sounds of the Mikhalkovo anthem, remember this verse of his: “Our open enemy cooked the anti -Soviet overseas poison in the kitchen. According to the new recipe, as a seasoning, Pasternak was proposed to the cooks. All our people spit on this dish: already by smell we know what! ”

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He was avenged and behind the coffin. All this horror became the continuation of the novel

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Autodafe took place on October 27, 1958: the exclusion from the Writers' Union and the proposal to be sent from the USSR. “And not to the shameful pillar with a wheel, but as a log in the face with a vote” (A. Galich). Pasternak was ready to leave, his son Zhenya, his last love Olga Ivinskaya (Lara in Zhivago) and her daughter Ira Emelyanova, too. But the wife of Zinaida Nikolaevna (in Zhivago - Tonya) and the youngest son of Lenya refused. The poet could not leave them hostage. He refused the award, but this did not help. Both Slutsky and Selvinsky were thrown into it with stone. Someone did not come to the meeting or hid in the buffet. But no one publicly defended.

He was left a cottage, litter, garden. Mercifully allowed to live in the USSR. But when he put the Daily Mail correspondent poem “Nobel Prize” (“I disappeared like a beast in the corral. Somewhere people, will, light, and behind me the noise of the pursuit, I have no way”) and he was printed, the authorities were completely brutalized.

In February 1959, the poet was taken to the Prosecutor General of Rudenko, forbidden to communicate with foreigners, threatened with the 64th article of the Criminal Code (“treason to the Motherland”). And then he was overtaken by cancer, and on May 30, 1960 - a painful death. In your bed. (“What are we proud of, the bastards that he died in his bed!” (A. Galich). Fortunately, he did not have time to find out that Olga Ivinskaya and Ira Emelyanova after his death were imprisoned for smuggling (some crumbs of the western fees), and his wife was left without means and without a pension. He took revenge on the coffin. All this horror became a continuation of the novel. пожары и грязная наледь в крови. И это уже не татары, похуже Мамая — свои! В предчувствии гибели низкой Октябрь разыгрался с утра, цепочкой, по Малой Никитской, прорваться хотят юнкера. Так вот она, ваша победа! Заря долгожданного дня! «Кого там везут?» — «Грибоеда». — Кого отпевают? — Меня! (А. Галич, «Памяти Zhivago ").

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