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Alexey Devotchenko left

November 6, 2014 Sergey Sharov-Delon

Blood of blood and locked door ...

They already wrote and get out of three boxes more: vodka, pills ... It is not necessary to die beautifully, there would be a little beauty in death - to live beautifully! Do not rush fussily between “can” and “impossible” when there is “necessary”. He lived with this need.

The investigation will establish as ... absolutely does not matter how - it is only important why.

All that's why. Therefore, why he was the actor of the mercy of God and the man of God's mercy. Therefore, why he threw granted titles and rewards in the face of power. It doesn’t matter that well -deserved is more important that granted. And who are granted. Why did he get into line, but shoulder to shoulder with the same rare as he, non -crushed. Why he was not shy and was not afraid to call an abomination of abomination - let everyone else pray to her like an icon. Because he played on stage and did not play in life - and never confused the scene with life. Only there and there he remained himself, such that it was not necessary to take away or hide his eyes. So that it was not scary to look in the mirror. He went out to the marches of the disagreements - and always disagree with himself: because he knew how to just die, agreeing and reassuring his conscience.

It is important why.

Because it is too painful to live in Russia, but it’s impossible otherwise. Because it is only necessary - if you live. If you feel reverently, shades and halftones - and never confuse white with black. If you respond, respond to the finest transitions of feelings - and accurately separate the truth and lies. For him, there were no saving interjections between them - the abyss. As between life and death.

It is important why.

In April of this year, on the march of truth, he read the verses of Vasily Stus: "... You are in vain, mom, gave birth to a world of untruth." Not in vain - from people like him, the world ceases to be a world of untruth. Because there are a lot of lies, but the truth is one single. And one voice of truth is enough for a lie to crack.

Together with the heart - we have the prices.

The poets are not those who know how to put words in lines, right? Poets go heels along the blade of a knife - and cut their bare souls into the blood.

Why ask where the puddle of blood comes from in front of the door into which

Lesha Devotchenko left.



Photo of Maxim Novikov / TASS