Igor Svinarenko: Who are you walking with now, Lyubka Feigelman?

Igor Svinarenko Yaroslav Smelyakov

This story from her life was told by a Rosa, a familiar emigrant, about how she met with the legendary muse of different poets, about which she was composed not only poems, but even songs.

“My parents once lived in the north and were friends with the correspondent of Pravda Yuri Polukhin. He not only scribbled notes about labor drummers, but indulged in writing, he had several novels, one - like “Houses on the Embankment”, about the “thieves” address in Moscow, on Granovsky Street - where the marshals lived, and there was a closed grocery distributor on the ground floor.

Once, even in the north, Polukhin rode a taxi, and it suddenly crashed into a heavy truck, the ice. Uncle Yura was badly damaged - he had many different bones broke. But he survived! I sympathized with him terribly, but I was not afraid for him: in the hospital where he was lying, there were good doctors. They had to put him on his feet - well, they put it.

When I grew up, I began to read the books of Uncle Yura and his stories that appeared in Youth. In the 78th, I entered graduate school in Moscow and decided, of course, to visit my childhood friend, so to speak. He was the greatest in Moscow of all I knew. My parents still supported some relationship with him and gave me his phone. I called him, we talked warmly, he said - come. I will not hide, I came to him with my poems about, not by night be said, the Komsomol, from which I even sculpted peppy songs, for them freed from subbotniks and walking at the demonstration. Uncle Yura looked at my works and, thanks to him, did not scold me much for them. (It seems that he even called someone, there were some movements, but it was not fate that I was a classic of the Komsomol song.)

And when we chatted with him, the lady suddenly came in, as I understood, such a Jewish, kindly aggressive (this happens). Uncle Yura introduced her to me, here, this is Lyuba; He did not indicate her status, but it somehow became clear that this is a wife-well, who else. And so she actively intervened, joined our conversation.

- I am aware that Yuri Dmitrievich is a friend of your parents. He told me that you live with a person, and he already has a child - but doesn’t he bother you?

And then I lived with a handsome wife, it was a long Love Story, we had everything so serious that I even taught her little daughter to read.

- Why should it strain me? My stepfather was educated itself, he is authority for me, I love him - although he looks like a harsh person. I do not see a problem in this!

- Do you see? Well, then you are very lucky.

- In what sense?

-You know, I have two daughters ... The problem is that each person has mediocrity in kind, some unpleasant features. In your children, you do not notice this - but in strangers, when you spend a lot of time with them, it is striking. And there are situations when you begin to fight with a small person as an adult. Negative hereditary features of the child irritate you!

We talked so ...

Then she left, and I say:

- Yuri Dmitrich, this Lyuba is interesting, and her questions are worried ...

- Do not pay attention! She is just a novelist, writes books. That's about one Bulgarian revolutionary, she had a book ...

What next?

After a week or two, I saw a necrologist in the Literary Gazeta. This was not a surprise: Uncle Yura had brain cancer, well, and now ...

Who was this Lyuba, I did not know and did not find out - why? Bulgarian revolutionaries did not really occupy me. But somehow I started a conversation about her in a CDL restaurant, with familiar writers, with whom I was friends not least for the sake of these campaigns at a fashionable institution. One of them had the nickname Ticket, because of the membership ticket of the Writers' Union. He escorted us to the Central House of Artists, where it was very difficult to pierce. Even Yevtushenko himself used to go there, as we know from the series “Mysterious Passion”.

By the way, I started a conversation on a near -literary topic - about how I was visiting Uncle Yura and his wife.

- You are a dark aunt! - Ticket told me. -It seems to be drawn to culture, you know something for Russian literature ... You really do not know who the woman was talking to you? Yuri Dmitrievich's wife? What are you! This is the famous Lyubka Feigelman! Just an epoch -making person! There are the same amount of all kinds of stories about her and Yesenin and Bagritsky ... I'm not talking about Yaroslav Smelyakov!

And so I found out that the wife of Polukhina, Lyubov Savvishna Rudneva (under such a pseudonym, she created an immortal conjuncture) - was actually the love of Saulovna Feigelman. About which in the encyclopedias it is said that she is a Russian Soviet writer, theaterist, and so on.

Here is a quote: “Meyerhold ... Once he heard a young beautiful girl with inspiration, and invited her to himself, to visit the workshop of the modern word, to observe the rehearsals of the“ auditor ”and conduct a detailed recording of passages, gestures, intonation of artists and especially Erast Garin in the role of Khlestakov.” Behind Garin (played in the theater, in the cinema-for example, the king in the "Ordinary Miracle", voiced the donkey of IA-IA in "Winnie Poher", etc.) She was also married, by the way.

After the reporters, Olga, after the reporters, interrogated their daughter:

- Admit, Lyubov Feigelman drove crazy poets and people of art crazy. What is in her character and fate irresistibly acted on talented people?

“Yes, a lot,” Olga Erastovna answered evasively.

Indeed, the matter is thin, you can’t say everything here ... But something is possible. Olga gave some details:

- Mom’s mother, a woman of amazing beauty, committed suicide early. Mom from an early age felt independent, already at the age of 14 she worked in the magazine "The Zatenik". The editorial office of which - the large single room - came regularly, as well -known poets, Yaroslav Smelyakov and Mikhail Svetlov, then little -known Sergey Mikhalkov, other beginners ... Irakli Andronnikov “poisoned” oral stories for the clocks ... But the main attractive force was Lyubochka Feigelman - beautiful, talented, unpredictable, inaccessible. Bright, sociable, it became the soul of the company, circled the heads of talented people and inspired them. The poet Yaroslav Smelyakov fell in love with her and wrote a great poem “Lyubka” ... Many knew him by heart and hummed the motive of “Murki”. ... The mischievous poem complicated his mother’s life ... Writer Daniil Danin in his book “The Burnt of Shame” left piercing memories of her ... (I found one line there, in fact - IS). The famous Tatlin made a graphic mother portrait ... "

And there were also stories about Shostakovich and many more the great, who met her on her life path, eh.

This path was not to be simple! In the war, Feigelman often went to the fleet, wrote in profiles: "She participated in the liberation of Crimea and Sevastopol." She graduated from the Literary Institute and then taught in it. I wrote books about the sea and more about different things, the circulations reached 100,000! Her asset also had such exotic work as "Mayakovsky in the countries of folk democracy - Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Poland." The circulation, however, seems serious only in the current times - 20,000. But in those years, this nevertheless meant financial success and other pleasures.

However, she became famous throughout the country and did not thunder as a writer and a naval lecturer, but as a muse of Yaroslav Smelyakov - no matter what it means.

It can be seen that you can’t do without giving scraps of that verse here, from which it is clear that the passions inside that pair were inherent.

Lyubka

In the middle of summer
Lips dry.
Let's go to the side,
Let's sit on the sofa.
Let us recall, let's stay
Let's sit down, my Lyuba
Let's laugh, laugh
Lyubka Feigelman!

(...)

Smut, remember
Pushkin's herbs,
summer platform,
five -star ice,
How we kissed
At your outpost,
Near the telegraph
Near the gate.

(...)

Or you forgot
Armchair of underwear,
Opera "Mermaid",
The play "Examiner",
Smooth paths
Garden "Hermitage",
Long frivolous
A quiet conversation?

Nights before dawn
To my trams?
What happened?
How do you understand this?
Why today
Are you different?
Why with others
Walking and singing?

They gave me
What are you walking -
varnish shoes,
A brooch, permanent.
What is walking with you
Pink, experienced
Twenty -three -year -old
Transport student.

I haven't seen yet
So that you go like that -
In the Kangaroo hat,
In a blue jacket.
So that you fail
If everything has forgotten
If you laugh
Today above me!

Remember how with you
chose the wallpaper
fur coat,
Leather sofa.
Goodbye, Lyuba!
Goodbye, or what?
You have sunk all
Lyubka Feigelman.

I'll leave better
I will take to study
I will make up costumes,
I will drink coffee.
On the other girl
I can marry
Only that girl
So I do not love.

Only with that girl
I will not be the same.
The wagons have gone,
The grass foamed.
Why did you deceive
All my hopes
Why did you make fun of
Best words?

Etc.

Here, go make such that people after a glass of vodka begin to sing your purchases! This is a powerful gift ... And so anyone can rhyme.

Yevtushenko assured that Viktor Bokov "once accurately called the early Smelyakov" Evgeny Onegin of the factory outskirts. "

And here is him, Smelyakova, a line:

“If I get sick, I won’t contact doctors.”

What doctors? The old convict with three moves was not used to them in the camp ... There was not a doctor, but sculpted - "he would give a tablet if he was sick." Miraculously, miraculously, Smelyakov returned from all his sessions. As usual, for nothing. The first walker-from the 35th to the 37th, then-in the war, after Finnish captivity he got into our camp. And for the third time, Ryaba's devil threw a net in the 51st (by the denunciation, by the way, two poets, his acquaintances, which is very literary).

Smelyakov survived, returned, - and then wrote poetry! Nails would be made of these people. However, this is not his line. And he has no less famous - “Good girl Lida lives on this street”:

“And at all, imagine, not bad
that the red rogue is April
Silently pollen of freckles
He fell asleep in the morning of her bed. "

Not simple pollen - but silent, as if with a muffler, or something. There was a version that Lida was actually Rita Zeyliger, who signed the poems with the pseudonym "Aliger". Of course, not one - according to the passport - Lida said that this is about her, about her! And this can be understood.

This beautiful friendship by the two poet was interrupted by the first arrest of the first.

Smelyakov, an elegant lyrical poet - he is at the same time the old camp convict.

“In a breech cap, a camp pea jacket obtained on the Intinsky side, without buttons, but with a black seal set by a Chekist on the back.”

"... in the dirty clothes of the slave I stand on a divorce, the number of the slave on my bent back."

His camp number was L-222, if that.

Smelyakov had friends, poets - Pavel Vasiliev and Boris Kornilov - were even less lucky: execution.

Smelyakov was after his harsh terms, as contemporaries recalled, "broken and bored." Why is it surprised ... I wrote about him already Yevtushenko:

He returned from a long
Excommunication from us
And, pushing pushes,
He drinks with me now.
He is my father by age
By vocation - brother.
Thoused hair, the jacket is baggy.

Smelyakova’s mother once postponed his first two terms, but died of grief when he was imprisoned for the third time ...

Like any big poet, Smelyakov had scandalous poems in the asset. One, for which he was applauded “Foshyses” was called “Jew”-about the Kozhnitsa Chekistka in Kozhan. The nationalists, of course, scolded the “liberal bastard” because she renamed that verse: “Jews” “crossed” the “pursuit”.

There I had to rewrite a couple of lines so that the rhyme would not disappear.

At first it was:

Claimation and strike,
Sending a huge country.
In the nineteenth, the Jew became
Commissar of the Civil War.

And it became:

Casemates of the gendarme investigation,
Sending a huge country.
The nineteenth
Commissar of the Civil War.

Well, Mayakovsky also changed something, for example, the “fucking” on the “rubbish” and so on in that spirit-not taking care of the rhyme at all.

Smelyakova somehow bother the national question. Here he wrote:

"... they finished you off
These lily and these axes. ”

“... prostitutes with a posin village ... as if the poet’s golden blood seduced the night ... For that, if you walked like a cloud, copper -hearted and sunbathe, so that Veronica and Brekhobics followed the faned coffin!?”

You see, at first he was inspired by a good girl Lida - and after a bad aunt Lily ...

But the conversation with the dead Mayakovsky is not all. Smelyakov addressed Pushkin himself!

We have not forgotten your killers:
On winter day, under the glow of heaven,
We returned the king of Russia
A bullet that Dantes sent to you.

Just a verb ZHZHOT.

Great, - Smelyakov has long been lying on Novodevichy, plot No. 7, if anyone is interested.

Lyubka survived him for a long time ...

Here is a piece of memoirs of a certain amateur of poetry that I came across on the Internet - about his visit to the apartment of Smelyakov and his muse:

“The chatter of a typewriter came to us. Behind the machine, a young man was sitting, much younger Love Savvishna. My naive Anna (the wife of the memoirist - IS) wanted to ask: "Is this your son?" But I stepped on her leg in time-I knew who it was! Rudneva herself answered:

- This is my husband Yurochka! .. He finishes the book that is waiting for the publishing house, so I imprisoned him in a separate room ...

At this time, some drunken type with a gun in his hands burst into the apartment, who scared not only my wife, but me and love to Savvishnu ... Only Yurochka was not at a loss, although the gun was directed at him. He went to this type and calmly, with two fingers, touched the trunk, but did not take him away from himself, but on the contrary, pulled over himself and he, without resisting, gave the gun ...

Already sitting at the table, I asked Yuri Polukhin - and it was him, the "yurochka" - the question:

“And you weren’t scared, Yura?”

Yura waved his hand and answered with a foggy phrase:

- Day earlier, day later, what's the difference! ..

It turned out that this type with a gun is a well-known writer-ruler (the surname is hidden.-IS). Married Yura told me in my ear that they did not share some kind of woman!

The rustican wanted to join our bottle, but Lyubov Savvishna kicked him out in a certain way and closed the door ... "

I often recall Lyubka Feigelman, her words that when you love a person - you note his best features. And when you do not like, it’s the worst. The thought is simple.

Yes, in general, everything in life is simple. ”

What is this story about? And how is she so worried about my familiar? Maybe by the fact that emigrants are like other people's children. Stepsons and steps. And it is difficult for a new country to love them ... Yes, and how?