
My friend, an amazing person, who looked from the outside Pierre Bezukhov, and from the inside - to the knight of medieval Japan. Two suns shone in his life: the sun of classical Russian literature and the sun of medieval Japanese poetry.
Under one sun, he cultivated his literary field, working daily and diligently, like a Japanese peasant growing Fig. And under another sun, he lived, breathed, saved endless details, which never, under any pretext, have not turned into property. They were intended for their own pleasure and to communicate with friends, for the instruction of young writers and the register of opponents. And in the rice field of the Japanese, the three -wing and five -hundredth he knew every blade of blade of blank and namely - everyone who worked before him and next to him. He was the last graduate student of Academician Nikolai Iosifovich Konrad, an enthusiastic follower of Vera Nikolaevna Markova.
We were friendly for 60 years, and this gives me the right to say about him that he was a great worker, but in his own sensation did not even do half of what he could, what he wanted.