Tales of the truth

On the 120th anniversary of the birth of Evgeny Schwartz

Evgeny Lvovich Schwartz, by Soviet standards, lived a completely calm life. Of course, outwardly calm. What did he think to himself while his best-worship friends, the color of the then poetry of Oleinikov, Harms, Vvedensky, and Zabolotsky, who returned from hell after eight years, could only guess about this. But outwardly, we repeat, his life developed and developed safely. He did not sit, did not send, and even printed, and he put numerous plays on stage. And he wrote scripts for his favorite films, delighting small and large spectators: Cinderella, First -grader, Don Quixote. I remember that in the "Literary Newspaper" of the sixties, the text of the American writer William Saroyan appeared, in which he admired the Soviet film "Don Quixote" - thereby, the script of which was written by Evgeny Schwartz. But there was another in the life of Schwartz, the main and, one might say, fabulous luck. Being baptized, and by the Russian mother, he was mobilized into the First World War, sent to the Junker School and released from there as a junior officer - and immediately got into the White Army, with which he made the famous ice campaign in the Kornilov detachment moving to Yekaterinodar. There he was heavily shell -shocked and retained the consequence of this concussion for life - a chronic tremor (trembling) of his hands. And here are a miracle of miracles: the authorities did not recognize the authorities about this episode of the life of Schwartz, otherwise he would not have to be fed: the white officer who fought against the Soviet regime with weapons in his hands. He would not have life, not like plays on Soviet scenes. Naturally, Schwartz did not mention this episode in a word in his very vast autobiographical records, which became an integral part of his literary inheritance along with all the well -known plays. This was learned and reported to Wikipedia only recently. How not a reason to rejoice once again for a good person.

So it is so, outwardly prosperous: he was engaged in his favorite thing, and lived in a writer's house on the Griboedov’s channel, and had a cottage in Komarovo-but still there was Evgeny Lvovich Schwartz on bird rights. Famous playwright? Yes, but only childish, hiding behind a certain double armor: our business, they say, is children, innocent. And in general, as it were, he did not write, his own, but remade the well -known classic tales, mainly Andersen. So to speak, bribes are smooth. And even then, we recall the history of his productions. None of his classical plays came on stage during his lifetime: neither the “shadow”, nor the “naked king”, nor the best of them “Dragon”. The Dragon was printed, even set up, but filmed after three performances after a derivativeing article in Pravda under a brief, but much as an expressive name - “Harmful Fairy Tale”. Tales - they are generally harmful, they are a lie, and they have a hint. This is for all times, and today they redo a fairy tale - it’s scary to say! - Pushkin: Popov touched, now again powerful.

In general, no matter how innocent, Evgeny Schwartz seemed, no matter how he was hiding behind harmless classic names, but still the authorities waited until he died: then they went on stage and forever fell in love with Schwartz's fairy tales.

Why, this does not interfere in essence, because fairy tales exist forever, this is what are called archetypes today: truth for all times. They really will survive them not only by the author of Eugene Schwartz, but also of all his characters, even a shadow, even a dragon, even Cain under as long as a large order number. Such plots are not translated. So recently, Patriarch Gundyaev, deciding to ruin the truth-uterus, said to the big boss: with all sincerity, I tell you, you are a great person.