"Places of love - everywhere"

By March 24 - the birthday of the poet Leonid Aronzon, who could be 80 years old this year - Barberis publishing house published two new books: Leonid Aronzon - Graphics and Letters of Rita. The first book reproduces the graphic work of the poet. Gathered together, they make it possible to see a bright artist, a master of "caricature paraition" in Aronzon. The second book for the first time enters into circulation a unique document - letters of the wife of the Aronzon Margarita Purishinskaya (1935-1983).

From the editors of the book “Letters of Rita. Letters of Margarita Purishinskaya to Leonid Aronzon "

The letters of Rita Purishinskaya to Leonid Aronzon are not only an important document of the era of the thaw and the unofficial culture of Leningrad, but also a living love speech, an amazing female voice. Passionate and delicate, lyrical and witty, they have become the main and only literary work for their creator.

There was still not so much known about Rita Purishinskaya: mostly - that she was a wife and a “muse”, an addressee of Aronzon's love poems. In those few reviews of contemporaries who were available to us, Rita was introduced by the intriguing figure : they always talked about her enthusiastically, as a woman with excellent taste and special talent to live and inspire. With the publication of the epistolary of Rita, we have the opportunity to see how these qualities appear in her own texts.

Rita’s letters to her husband are more than a set of messages to a loved one. In pairs with the verses of Aronzon, they are a skillful conversation between two literary gifted people, an unexpected exchange of artistic finds. Letters are built according to the laws of poetic speech, the purpose of which is to find new words and figures for a love feeling in all its manifestations, from the romantic sacralization of “you” to languishing bodily desire. Like the erotic poems of Aronzon, Rita’s letters erode a zone of silence about sensuality characteristic of the Soviet era. It is difficult to say that for their creator is primary - the desire to convey their love (not wiped, but with lively words) or the search for a new, original speech, for which love languor becomes a necessary stimulus, and love confession is a plot stanger.

In the epistolary - the peripheral, traditionally “female” genre - Rita arranged for herself, the space of creativity, which was fenced from the pressure of official stylistics, literary competition, other people's reputations, created one of the most unusual, in our opinion, texts of the thaw.

With the permission of the Barbaris publishing house, we publish several letters of different times.

Olga Vinogradova
Pavel Uspensky

Letters

November 16-17, 1958. Leningrad [1]

I will kiss you all my life if you want it.

Rita.

November 16 to 17
1958

August 8, 1959. Moscow - Leningrad Region, pioneer camp "Dorogue" [2]

A joyful and beloved guy, beautiful (well, of course), very similar to David and Lenka Aronzon, to Botticelli and warm, like my lover, courageous as my lover, and with such shoulders as my lover. And smart, sophisticated, intelligent, as only my husband can be. And talented, like my husband, and gentle. Both rude and vulgar, like Lenka Aronzon. And yet, the main, abnormal, like my husband, my lover, my boyfriend. My Lenka.

And one more basic: something that not to write, that young, that the old one, that he knows something, about what not to write. When I sit down to write to you, I am always going to write about events, about life, but something does not work, because such love begins, everything flies out of my head.

I met a young man yesterday. His name was Eric. Okay, yes?

I even thought to have a novel with him and dedicate him to Nate [3] . But Eric was too liked by my hips, and the case ended with a scandal.

Yesterday I received your two letters at the General Post Office. I read all day, read. But they are already old, but what do you think today, I do not know. Yesterday I was at an American exhibition [4] . I would not say not interesting.

Seryozha [5] leaves for the Far East. In Moscow, he will stay up to the 15th. I would also stay, the 15th - it seems to be the best film, but you already have to leave. For many reasons. Dad and mom were not allowed to fly by plane [6] . I myself am a little afraid.

Lenika, my tooth hurts. I kiss very strongly and strong, passionately and insanely, in every way. Cute.

August 8
Moscow.

<June 1960> Leningrad - Big Noner [7]

Glenik, my baby!

You are very modest. And I'm in a hurry. I received a letter from you with a pencil and for many pages. I love that you love me. I love you very much. Already an indecent dream had a dream.

And you? I will write letters to you in beautiful envelopes.

You completely do not write anything at all? I don’t understand what you are doing. Glen, send you envelopes?

Uncle Yasha [8] stole the car. Yesterday. Today it has been discovered, it seems in a half -wrapped form.

All. I'm in a hurry.

I love you very much. I kiss and love as before and as now.

<June 1960> Leningrad - Great Noner

We have rain. And morning. We would lie with you close, close, hugging. Hands, legs, heads, smells. Or you wouldn't wake up yet. After all, only 7 hours. Well, tell me, why did you always sleep so much? If your tent stood in Leningrad, then you would get wet in it now. But if there was an Amur time, and a tent. Then you would not get wet. It would be 7+6 = 13 hours. Or maybe we would be in a quarrel. Why did you quarrel with me so much? How stupid you were. I thought you would leave, and we will disperse. Let's disperse only if we take a loving one, or one loving one. Agree? Before that we will not, okay?

You always listen to me because you are still very stupid. And I am almost in the 5th year [9] , because in 5 days I passed 3 exams. 2 more remains. Suddenly a scholarship! Where can I get a certificate that you get little? What will they give me at your work, and how much will they write there, and where to go?

The rain is pouring and pouring. I bought 3 fish. Voilech -tail, swordsman and blue swordsman. I put them into a large aquarium. But there is a lot of greenery, and they are not visible.

I have a new swimsuit. But I'm very thick. If you go with such a wife south, everyone will laugh there. Geno calls him very much in the summer. He made me a proposal to pure. We will cut our meat and exchange blood. And we will have blood relations.

My blanket is very similar to a fish meat.

Do you remember me? That I loved the dog, forced to wash my neck, dressed for a long time. That she did not know how to expel even the most insignificant guests. I write your name everywhere. I always think about you. Even in the exam. But I no longer remember your smell. And I don’t know how to love the smell that I do not remember.

July 10, 1960. Leningrad - Great Noner

Such joy, Glen!

Getting 14 letters per day, you will not understand what it means to get 1 letter, in six months. My love! Glad! I forgot you in the face. I remember a photo card. I remember that you were nothing. That there was nothing with you. I agree so forever. Where will we live with you, baby? What are you cunning? Maybe you will come early? Then not cunning. I can leave. Everyone probably laughs at the rain of letters. Are you ashamed that they love you so much? I wrote, wrote, but you are not. I thought: “You cannot be so intrusive. Men do not like such women. " And now you also wrote and I don't know what to do.

What to do, boy?

Maybe you cheated that we will begin a new life?

Come, dream.

We will get along.

I bought you a book with different exercises dumbbellous, rubber and all sorts.

You will be strong.

It would be nice for us to live outside the city. I want to live only with you. There will be no one else. You will write a dozen novels. What will happen! We will not hurt. We will kiss. We will not swear. Or we will.

Happiness is relatively.

July 10

July 27, 1960. Zelenogorsk - Big Nevor

Glen! I enjoy life.

In the country, on the beach, on the berries, on the elackro train. It is he who shakes me so that you see yourself.

I have new dresses and shoes. I blossomed.

I am excited constantly.

I love you very much.

Madly.

Write specifically when you arrive. And something else about life. About comrades and relationships.

Brodsky sent a letter. He goes to the Caucasus [10] . He asks everyone to raise money and send him. He wants to relax. Everyone got angry and do not send. Especially Entin [11] . I was not angry, but did not send it, because he wrote: "Persuad [send money] to all, including the wife of Aronzon."

Grandma [12] is your good.

Elke was very loved [13] .

I bought myself some young rooster. Breaks down. Drazes Rachel [14] . Very funny. Today she was at her dacha for the last time.

It seems to be going to Pyarn.

I'll write about it.

July 27.
Kiss
Rita

August 7, 1960. Leningrad - Big Noner

Would be a curtain
A button on a blouse,
Chatted in Norwegian,
And even in Zuluss.
And my life is stuck b
In the fifth century,
And I did not find out b
About space and about the atom.
What if it was a daffodil
narcissistic,
Or barbarse and Napoleon,
Or a minute arrow
On the dial,
Iron, cold and without
Dresses.

August 15, 1961. Leningrad - Pyatigorsk [15]

Hello, dear and beloved sun, Glen and baby!

Something you did not write to me from the road. Apparently, none of you missed me. Or any of you guys was offended that I did not cry. This is probably you, baby.

The sun would have done the same.

You will seem in the city. Especially Glen.

Maybe you are angry that I love you three and I can’t prefer someone alone. But I love you madly. If this excuses me, then your love and your letters will save me.

August 19, 1961. Leningrad - Pyatigorsk

Your letters are pilots.

Pilots with blue and red frills.

I love you like a wild dog, a pig, a cow, a mare.

Sorry.

I am nervous that you do not receive my letters. It is nervous that you need to write a household letter to you.

You are my mortal love.

It is nervous that I constantly feel Anna Efimovna behind your back [16] and when I write, I expect that she will read it. Therefore, I am not writing everything I want, and not so. And shy.

I need one date with you. And other dates. One at night. In the morning, in the afternoon. I want to watch how you wake up.

September 2, 1961. Leningrad - Pyatigorsk

My king and favorite, my grain and baby! What a wonderful letter I received! What a wonderful love in him! What a wonderful person wrote it and what a magnificent woman is it addressed!

I'm waiting, I'm waiting again!

I write to you finely and long. That I love you and love you. But I can’t promise you nothing unusual, because I am very not confident in myself. And because of your health, and because of your ordinary, and because of the facts: after all, you would not have left such a wonderful woman.

But I love you.

As I can. Strongly, insanely, secretly, dreamy.

If you arrived on time, maybe we could [would] live in the apartment of Lev Grigoryevich [17] (so, it seems, the name of the fat man), because he offered us.

But, if you go travel, then you will be brought on a stretcher, right to the hospital. And in general, I do not make such long time for such a long time. Sometimes it seems to me that I nurse my last steps and write out the last drops of moisture from myself.

Sorry baby!

I'm running to the hospital. Dad is a big piece of my heart [18] . So scary!

Do not worry, today I took the liberation from work.

<November 19-20, 1963> Yerevan - Leningrad [19]

Lyun, baby, handsome!

Recently I received 3 favorite letters with a good mood from you. You have interesting things. You will refuse, but I know why you have a good mood. Firstly, you have a lot of hopes: I, departure, dwelling, hack. Secondly, you again run away at the moment when you need some last and hard efforts. From co -authors, from the editorial office. Thus, you deprive yourself of the opportunity to screw up and remain the winner. You remind me of an old girl who had several fans, she spiles her breath in a goiter, she flirts ... And she is fleeing. Maybe fans would not have married her.

Your love is happiness to me. Your beauty is too.

Your poems too.

For all this, a couple more convincing in the brain. So that you do not go when you need to sit, and did not sit when you need to go.

Report the changes in your plans. Because the hour of my departure is approaching. No matter how we meet somewhere in the steppe. Now the planes have fallen in price. Leningrad - Yerevan 22 p. The temptation is large, in the presence of a student certificate. But, apparently I will not dare.

Will something overshadow our meeting? I dream of you. In the morning, at night. Not innocent. May God forgive us.

<No date>

Remember my birds?

So, only memories remained from one of them. The day before yesterday they ate anemon, apparently poisoned by envious people. And yesterday at noon, she, sunny-yellow, died on my hand. He was left alone and was tormented not only by his stomach, but also with longing, loneliness, a sense of uselessness ... etc. In one evening he turned gray, then blazing.

This morning I ran to the store and bought him a bride, there were no blondes, and I took a burning brunette of green color.

He hesitated about five minutes and - agreed.

And she doesn't want to. He kisses her legs, arms, strokes the feather, looks into her eyes, and she, like Maria and Girey, Juliet and Tibald, Francesca and Brother Paolo.

I am not my husband.

What to do?

Thank you. Letter
The person is in the portrait
less and less
Similar to you. But
We live together

Your letter is the most less Dostoevsky of all. And the most like you. But a person in the portrait is made less and less like you.

What to do?

I play him at the Monteverdi patho , ventilate his room, put the best hyacinths under his breath. And I dress up in delicate dresses.

Let him do as he wants.

Thank you.

Rita

<September 1968> Crimea - Leningrad [20]

My love, my leaflet!

Place of writing - the library, clean, light. The sea is noisy. I love you. The place of love is the library. Places of love - everywhere.

For a long time I realized that nothing special would happen to me, I would not become a saint, and even famous. And recently I realized that nothing special happened to me. I love you, but I see a lot of bad things. What - I will not tell you, you can’t. On the first day, my mouth did not open without you: I didn’t speak, did not smile, even chewed with difficulty.

I am now a lot of one, i.e. 4-5 days, when the guys are leaving somewhere so as not to jinx it, but I have never been one for so many hours. It's a shame to tears - by theory (just do not tell anyone), but good. I think I am not with my head, but by some other place, feelings. The books were taken by Hoffmann, and T. Manna, and Baratynsky.

He writes:

When clouding disappears

My soul is painful?

Shield! (Congratulations!) You never thought that I was telling you. He did the right thing, this is not worthy of your human attention, but worthy of the husband. You liked my youthful letters when they had cheap effects. This is over. From this there was only a handwriting. Sorry !

(Side)

Today I had breakfast at 20 k.
I had lunch at 22 k.
44 K.

And already evening.

[1] Leonid Aronzon and Rita Purishinskaya will become more prudent in ten days - November 26, 1958, on Rita's birthday.

[2] In August 1959, Rita was in Moscow at the I Moscow International Film Festival (MMKF). Aronzon worked as a counselor in a pioneer camp near Leningrad.

[3] Natalia Naumovna Rubinstein, nee. Altvarg (born in 1938), is a philologist, literary critic, student friend of Rita and Aronzon on LGPI named after A.I. Herzen. The compiler of the first publication of Aronzon in Tamizdat (time and we. 1976. No. 5).

[4] The American National Exhibition "Industrial Products of the United States" in Sokolniki, on which the famous "kitchen debate" of the presidents of the two powers - N. Khrushchev and R. Nixon took place.

[5] Sergey Isaevich Hurd (1935–2013) - friend of Rita and Aronzon on the LGPI named after A.I. Herzen (graduated from the Faculty of History), later a well -known sociologist, Doctor of Philosophy, Director of the Sociological Institute of the Russian Academy of Sciences (1996-2005).

[6] Rita could not fly for health reasons.

[7] In May 1960, Aronzon left for a geological expedition to the Far East (Amur Region, Railway Great Nevor). The planned stay there is five months.

[8] Yakov Borisovich Tuberman.

[9] Rita studies at the Leningrad State Pedagogical Institute. A.I. Herzen at the faculty of Russian language and literature.

[10] As a result, Brodsky in the summer of 1960 went on a trip to Tien Shan.

[11] Leonid Grigoryevich Entin (1938-2016) - poet, critic, one of the participants in the literary group Verpa. He was a fellow student of Rita and Aronzon on the LGPI named after A.I. Herzen.

[12] Anna Mikhailovna (Hai Mikelevna) Geller - grandmother of Aronzon.

[13] Elvira (Ella) Naumovna Lippa (born in 1938)-in the late 1950s-early 1960s, one of Rita's closest friends. She studied with Rita and Aronzon at the faculty of the Russian language and literature of the LGPI named after A.I. Herzen. A close friend of many unpredictable writers and artists of Leningrad.

[14] Rakhila Solomonovna - friend of the grandmother of Aronzon Anna Mikhailovna Geller.

[15] In the summer of 1961, Aronzon went to Pyatigorsk to treat his leg (due to the bite of the tick in the Far Eastern expedition and the followed osteomyelitis, the poet almost lost his leg).

[16] Anna Efimovna (Hannah Khaimovna) Aronzon, nee. Geller (1902-1989), - the mother of Leonid Aronzon. A practicing doctor, head of the physico-therapy department of the district military clinical hospital in Leningrad. Accompanied her son on a trip to Pyatigorsk.

[17] Most likely, this refers to Lev Grigorievich Levin (Leyvikov) - a famous children's doctor, professor, familiar family.

[18] Father of Rita, Moses Lvovich Purishinsky (1910-1975), in August 1961 he ended up in a hospital with a heart attack.

[19] Rita is visiting her cousin in Yerevan.

[20] Rita in Crimea with friends. Aronzon in Leningrad, works on the film according to his script at the Lennauchefilm film studio.

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