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Nikolay Rubtsov

"I was born with a heart of Magellan ..."

Nikolay Rubtsov was born January 3, 1936 in the village Emetsk Arkhangelsk region and at an early age was left an orphan. Completing the questionnaire, under the heading "Information about the parents," he curtly said: "Those are the details almost do not have." There is evidence that Nicholas was the fifth child in a family (with one of the brothers, who lived in Leningrad, Rubtsov in the sixties correspondence). The poet's mother died at the beginning of the war, my father was at the front, and after the war he lived with another family. Clearly, therefore, Rubtsov, devoted mother many insightful lines, mentions his father briefly and dryly:

mother died ...

father went to the front. neighbor

evil does not pass.

I vaguely remember the morning's funeral

And outside the window scant nature. Where

only - both from the ground! -

took shelter and dusk, and the dampness ...

Rubtsov generally very little say in his poem about his biography, but even these few lines from the poem "Childhood" paint a fairly clear picture of the orphanage still quite a small child, is known in full as those harsh side of life, from which he had no one to protect: mother's funeral, dislike neighbors, bleak landscape outside the window - and so dull that even here, on this side of the window, too damp, gloomy and uncomfortable ...

In such an atmosphere that's the boy had been for some time to himself, but "once everything has changed: in 1942 he was sent to Krasnovskii orphanage, and a year later was transferred to an orphanage home mother - the village of Nikolskoye Totemsk region Vologda region , which locals call simply Nikola village. She began to Rubtsova small homeland, to which he always returned to his poems.

finished seven classes, Rubtsov going to Riga to enter seaworthy school, but returned empty-handed: a young boy on his school did not take. The failure of the poet remembered for a long time: there is no doubt that the poem "Violets" is written much later, but the picture of the hero's experiences are created quite credible: "In fufaechke dirty" walking on the promenade, he heard the popular at the time the song "Get Violets" resounded almost ironically, because he was not to the colors: In

sea and sky, In

wet pier,

must bread me bread!

quiet, radiogram ...

This poem is typical of a creative manner Rubtsov features: the irony behind the real sadness and seriousness of burlesque in tone rows, when the hungry hero, referring to the conductress requested to bring it without a ticket, said: "I'm like my mother for this you kiss my hand! ". And when the first publication of this poem in the collection" Plantain "and" Favorites ", published by Soviet in 1977, was admitted inaccuracy -" kiss ". In the original text Rubtsov just "kiss" - as that word sounds in the old n pronunciation, as they sang it, for example, n pop star Anastasia Vyaltseva, Varya Panina or Isabella St. George, whose voices now can be heard on the restored slabs. Therefore, you must have been a little cruel parodied the song to hide your heartache: Rubtsov was a proud man ...

orphanage in the meantime moved from St. Nicholas in the regional center - the ancient town Totma, based on ten years earlier in Moscow. Go back to the orphanage Rubtsov refused and entered the Totemskie Forestry Technical School (later reorganized into GPTU-19). It is unlikely that studies in lesotehnikume fascinated him, he just spend the time to obtain a passport. After finishing the first year of college and getting a passport, Rubtsov with a reckless determination, went to Archangel and enrolled in the Nautical School. However, they studied long ...

he had become yet izbachom - the so-called office worker reading-rooms, and to act as administrator, and librarian, and stoker. Obviously, at this time he began seriously to write poetry. Many of them clearly felt the influence of Esenina, but soon learned Rubtsov, developing sometimes deliberately strange tune, not drown, and your own voice, even in the earliest poems he heard quite clearly. They are what then becomes a characteristic feature of his poetry - light, radiant irony, parody of itself. Feeling imitation of his poems, the poet brings it up to hyperbole, before dashing bravado. Paraphrase Yesenin "for bread, oats, and potatoes for the man to lure a gramophone Nikolay Rubtsov so deliberately loudly declares itself thus" simple peasants ":" Yesterday, for the three sacks of potatoes bought an accordion. Playing - in! "That it becomes clear - man, he far from simple.

studying literature is not to mark in the classroom of the journal, trying to write himself, Rubtsov certainly thought about its purpose, strive for creative originality, although he said this in his usual slightly ironic way, to paraphrase, this time Lermontov: "No, I not Byron, I am different ":

obstinate verse, like a beast Strasheni,

Gorbatov, struggling under the arm.

My style, alas, an imperfect ...

But I'm not Pushkin, I am different.

In order to make a new step in creativity, Rubtsov needed fresh impressions, and he went as a stoker on a fishing trawler-collier Arkhangelsk Trawl Fleet and sailed on it about a year. When the ship came into port, the sailors went to the restaurant, and Rubtsov - in the shooting. It was a favorite pastime of the minor fireman, whose job was not easy even for a man of excellent health, and grew up in postwar children's home rations boy was not a hero. "They are what I'm doing, why should I suffer a little thin and his body?" - With bitter yumorkom he asked in one of the early poems, which became later popular song in the circle of people who knew the poet. But, despite the difficulties, foster children, who had no other family, except the team such as orphans, as he did, Rubtsov in the trawler crew felt like a fish in water. "I'm all in oil, covered with grease, but I work in tralflote!" - Not without irony, but happily he exclaimed in one of the poems "Sea Cycle", which became for him a new step in poetry.

The main thing that got scars in sea wanderings, - is not only poetic, but also spiritual freedom, self-confidence, relevance and significance of the "self": "I'm going gait citizen ... I am breathing freely and easily." After searching for a way out of "sad to hurt" way of life is undoubtedly a step forward. Previously, he was cooked in its own juice, learning only from books and in them finding a source of inspiration, but now he had a fresh impression that he could embody in poetic lines, trying to taste and a new hearing for a striking poem.

Rubtsova captured another life. Believing in his talent, he felt the lack of general culture and education, because by the time it was finished only Nicholas School seven years. A new stage began wandering Rubtsov - no longer on the seas and on land. Without money and the ticket on the roof of the car he arrived in the city Kirovsk the Murmansk region and enters the mountain school. Friends, sailors, knowing that, together with the ticket at Rubtsova stole all the money, let the hat and sent him to three times more than the lost ...

However, in Mining College, he studied for only six months - much too far were from the geological sciences aspire to a young poet. In early 1955 a nineteen Rubtsov arranged a laborer in the village Priyutino near Leningrad, where the former estate of the President of the Academy of Arts AA Venison, who often visited Pushkin. Rubtsov, and lived here during the holidays, the destroyer of the Northern Navy, where he served from 1955 to 1959. In the naval newspaper first published poems of the young poet. They were dedicated to May Day holiday.

"Between urban and rural areas".

discharged in the autumn of 1959, Rubtsov arrived in Leningrad, and even before entering the Gorky Institute of Literature has worked at the factory. Three years was a worker, but no evidence of poetic about it left. At the beginning of a creative way he knew - you can not write everything in a row, you can not write about that really do not care. "You picked up the theme of the sea and the subject field, and the theme of the mountains will take another poet," - he wrote in his later poems, but it is obvious that for such a concept he came long before both were written these lines. In any case, still do not know a single poem, which would raise Nikolay Rubtsov factory theme.

years of the poet's life in Leningrad interesting because at that time he moves from traditional shock verse to strict classical form. The world of the big city, and even such as Leningrad, was fascinated by the poet, and though his memory is often returned to the lovely forest corners of childhood, to unspoiled nature, he felt his involvement in the man-made beauty of the city, which is especially apparent in the poem "Alta":

How often, often, like a bird,

soul yearns for Forests!

But can not so do not merge,

What people erected himself.

hills, covered with asphalt

loose and bright lights,

sometimes so loudly praise violas, As if no

their home!

awkward "raised up" displays of pupils' lack of experience of the author, but this poem is very important for the understanding of one of the leading features of mature creativity Rubtsov - its inextricable link with the music. Thus, in the rhythm of urban life and the nature of its impact on human poet heard the shrill, penetrating the very soul sounds of violas ...

head of the Leningrad literary association "Narva Zastava" I. Mihailov remembered that Rubtsov "attracted the attention she is deeply repressed force that was felt in his reading, and the manner of reading - with a characteristic gesture, as if directing his right hand." The poet managed only sounds like a melody to it, which is then in such a loud echoes resound in his poems: "I hear sad sounds are not heard anyone", "And there is no singing, but clearly I can hear the choir singing of the choir invisible," "as you hear the singing of the choir like galloping troika messengers, and dozing in the depths of all the elements boron and jingle bells ".

However, noisy altos "do not yet speak of full acceptance of the city Rubtsov - in the end is not here he would find his place and so will be remembered in literature - but it attempt to become a citizen of not only their passports stamped, but also Amenities soul he had. To understand this can be published and only after the poet's death, the full text of the poem "Faces," where were restored following lines:

husband I

the sounds of jazz, Under

voice haunts the ladies, -

I have suffered, As

infection,

love for big cities!

an important role here, obviously, played and what can be seen in the development of the theme of love in the poet's work. If the early poems about love, albeit unsuccessful, said light, the Leningrad period, according to I. Mikhailov, "is behind a sad ending in the first love of a girl who" used to come and not soon, but one did not come completely " . Much later the poet recalls, her eyes, very close, and the sea that claimed them "...

poet's life at that time was very busy: he worked in a factory and attended night school, taking classes literary association, published in original factory newspaper Kirovets, newspaper Evening Leningrad, and several other publications, gradually entered the circle of young Leningrad poets, spoken with the reading of his poems. In the poetry night, held on 24 January 1962 at the Leningrad House of Writers, to Rubtsov came the first success.

also "sea cycle" in Rubtsova then already been written such heartfelt poems such as "Away", "Visions on the hill", "Morning of loss." We can say that by 1962, when he graduated from high school and applied to the Literary Institute, the poet stood on the threshold of artistic maturity. Its clearly defined literary and moral positions Rubtsov outlined in the preface to his first, manuscripts, collections of "Waves and Rocks", composed of thirty-eight poems:

"The real love of the poet-contemporaries, very few. Clarity

social position thereby be required, but an important and beneficial quality. This quality does not have the full, in my opinion, none of today's young poets. This - is a characteristic sign of the times. While I feel this sign and a ".

In the words of the definition Rubtsova social position reflected the process of changing attitudes on civic art. By this time it was struck equate citizenship and declarative artistic work has already been said in a loud voice that civil motives, the degree of exposure is determined by the richness of the work and level of skill of the artist. There are many examples of works that did not reflect their authors as a special citizenship, but have become so because they were made at a high artistic and aesthetic level. For example, the authors of the pre-war comedy "The Circus" during the film needed to include a song. And Lebedev-Kumach with Dunayevsky wrote it. For the movie. A song to sing, even those who are about the film and did not hear: "Broad is my native land ...". Similarly, commissioned studios, Matusovskij and Soloviev-Gray wrote for the film "In the days of Sports Day" plain lyrical song "Moscow Nights", Arts Council musical version rejected the song as melkotemnuyu. And suddenly she has become and civic work of world-scale, musical and poetic symbol of the n soul. -Tearfully sentimental verses were, and M. Isakovskogo enemies burned native hut ...".

At the exam at the Literary Institute, where Rubtsov joined in 1962, he said that in his view, no relation to the tradition of Mayakovsky did not have those loudmouths who once drowned true poetry. There were close to him and they "continue the traditions of Mayakovsky's", which in the heyday of pop poetry, lousy swarmed literary and okololiteraturnaya Moscow. In response to frequent accusations that his poetry leads to sad thoughts, Rubtsov defiantly declared that he wrote and will write a "pessimistic poem" that is, in essence denied the mindless, lightweight and optimism, typical of many young poets of the time. And in this Rubtsov remained consistent until the end. By that time Rubtsov found its different from Yesenin, poetic way. From a starting point - a sense of instability, fragility of the rest of the village, which inevitably comes to town, their paths went in different directions: Yesenin city first adopted in bayonets, until the image of a hunted Iron guest "of the poet Wolf:" But eat of my enemy's blood last fatal leap. However, this "jump" in fact began in the development of Yesenin rustic theme of the last one: after the "Prayers", a memorial prayer vanished village, in verse, which opened the cycle Moscow Taverns, he has "no love, nor to the village, no to the city ".

I Rubtsov, the development of the theme was going in the opposite direction: from an uncertain attempt to understand and accept the city of Leningrad in verse, through a short period "between urban and rural areas" to complete, all-inclusive sense of belonging to those who have rewarded the beauty of the rural nature of the "almost prayer ritual ".

Back in the village Rubtsov had much earlier than he could have imagined: in the middle of 1964 he was expelled from the Literary Institute, however, six months later reinstated in the number of students, but only part time. Neither the grant nor to the hostel can not count. And the autumn of 1964 Rubtsov returns to his childhood.

here in Saint Nicholas, began flourishing his work, and here he finally decided for himself that his star burns poetry for all inhabitants of the land disturbing ", throwing his affable beam and the rising away" cities. "But here, in the mist of icy, it goes brighter and fuller," - we read in the second and final version of the poem "The Star of the fields".

"In the village know better nature and people"

love for his native village, its nature and people was one of the main motives of mature creativity Rubtsov, although he does not lose sight of the diversity of today:

in the village know better nature and people.

course, for all the talk did not dare! Prominent

over the field at the star salute,

What a great rose Russ.

metaphor of "Star Salute" at first glance may not seem very successful, combining the concept too far: to salute the sky is comparable only at the time of stargazing somewhere in the middle of August, as in the poem?? e mentioned. But these lines filled with a profound sense! Short luminescence urban fireworks Rubtsov contrasts the eternal stars over the field, in the light of which can be seen in the source of strength and greatness of , - it is the very field, and the people on it ...

This indissoluble spiritual link with the birthplace - fertile ground on which grows up real poetry. "You know why I am a poet? .. - Yesenin asked his friend B. Ehrlich, and he answered: - I have a homeland there! I - Ryazan, I came out and what not to eat, but I will come there too .. . Want to get good advice? Search home! You'll find - a pan, do not you find - all under the dog's tail would go. No poet, no country! " The same was said and Rubtsov, arrived in 1965 on the exams in the Literary Institute and met with the young poets, who came to Moscow from distant places, and found themselves "between urban and rural areas:" What have you for such poets? What you write and How? swear in love, and themselves indifferent. tore away from the village and did not come to the city. And I have a theme of its own, this from birth, the village. Clearly ?!".

Rubtsov found his poetic home, but his life in St. Nicholas at first was not easy.

Nevertheless, despite the difficulties, this autumn has been quite fruitful for him. Not being able to listen to lectures in the Literary Institute, Rubtsov studied independently, read n classics, especially Tolstoy, tried his hand at prose and translation, and wrote a lot of his own poems. However, the expression "to write poetry" in relation to Rubtsov not entirely accurate. Poems he wrote, and folded in his mind: "Actually I almost never use a pen and ink and not have them - he reported S. Vikulovo that autumn. - Further, not all printed the final copy on a typewriter - so that I die, probably with a collection, and a large, poems, "printed" or "recorded" only in my messy head. Unfortunately, the poet was not too far from the truth, and how many poems written by then we do not know and do not know now than ever, we can only guess.

was compounded by the fact that the printed Rubtsov not as often as he wanted, and sometimes pointing a poet's melancholy thoughts on the futility of his work, a sense of fatigue and indifference. However, it would be wrong to think that the poet regarded with indifference to the written them - on the contrary, he continually polished his poems, trying to improve even those who have already given to the press.

Somewhere in this time Rubtsov prepared and passed in the North-West book publisher the manuscript of his first book.

"Lyrics" Nikolai Rubtsov was published in 1965, three thousand copies and now has become a rarity. Opened book, a poem "Native village" with clearly mentioned address: "I love the village of Nikola, which had finished elementary school." This was the beginning of the theme "small homeland" in the poetry of Rubtsov. Several broader topic is covered in the poem "hostess": from "Orphan's sense of family photographs - many of the imprinted on them had not returned from the war - Rubtsov comes to comprehending the world of the past in the present world. How would both today and yesterday, live-time mistress of the hut, where the author looked at the flame. And although the key Rubtsovsk line, revealing his vision of the world, there have already been found, the poem "mistress" has not yet turned in that "n light, which then becomes one of the most famous poems. But

Rubtsov already clearly defined path that will develop his poetry. The sense of the past - the main part of his attitude in general. The most complete is reflected in the poem "Visions on the hill, where the past is revealed in the present, present, how would receive the opposite perspective - the poet enters it into the depths of past centuries:

Vzbegu the hill and fall into the grass. And

antiquity will blow suddenly from Dole!

Zasvischut arrows, though in reality,

gleam in the eyes crooked knife Mongolia!

It would seem, a hill outside the village outskirts - not much height, but it can be seen in the entire homeland - not in a spatial and historical, over time, until the Mongol-Tatar invasion, has brought so much grief. Returning from the ancient times to modernity, the poet seems to connect them, binds as a whole, because today's paintings have deep Rubtsova are historical:

For all your suffering and the battle love your

, , the old days,

Thy forests, cemeteries and prayers,

I love your cottage and flowers,

And the heavens, burning from the heat,

and whispering willows have omutnoy water,

love forever, to eternal rest ...

However, in "Lyrics" was a lot of lines, not yet expressing, but only prejudge the fine elegiac Rubtsov.

Then it was still difficult to talk about the continuation of traditions Rubtsov Tyutchev and feta. However, no accident poem "Arrival Tyutchev," published in the first book Rubtsov, no change was included in many subsequent ones, although criticism after its publication in the "Star Field" and noted that one can hardly be attributed to the aged Tjutchev words to the effect that " Ladies all over the capital of him whispering in the night "or" And he shone ... playing a glance ".

What Tiutchev was not casual guests in his poems, Nikolai Rubtsov proved to all his creativity. Already in the first collection of his poetry was amazed at its clarity and transparency of watercolor, which was something znobyasche-predosennee:

cranes are flying high

under the dome light of heaven,

the boat, rustling reeds,

floating through the channel in the woods.

And so cold and pure,

and light wavy channel,

And the tree with a slight hiss

flies autumn leaves.

In these published in the "Lyrics" verse is clearly in sight firm hand of a talented artist. However, the first collection of poems N. Rubtsov not attracted the attention of critics. In addition, the voice of the poet had not yet sounded in full force, there was another, and perhaps the main reason why the "Lyrics" went unnoticed. "You do not need to resort to computing-computing, - wrote about the same time, M. ISAKOVSKI in the article" How long? "- To come to the conclusion that in our country every day (I stress - every day!) Went five or even seven collections of verse, or about 1700 - 2400 collections a year! .. Unfortunately, we have a lot of people (including among the poets), which are over-abundance of paper, filled with poetry, they see a growth in our poetry, and nothing else: they say, poetry rose to a new level, we began to write better than, say, before the war, collections of verse divided almost in one day, etc. etc. All this would just be nice if we sometimes do not deceive themselves, if this was the correct proportion of a sober and objective truth. But its something of this truth, just not. disproportionate abundance of poetry - is, to my great regret, not the growth of our poetry. It's inflation, the depreciation of its ".

not surprising that in the general stream of books the first book of Nikolai Rubtsov, published meager circulation was lost and not added literary fame of its author.

Meanwhile, in the autumn of 1964, the poet was at a crossroads. Work in St. Nicholas was not ... "I sit sometimes at his window and almost toy reluctantly ponder the fact that I take in the future - he reported S. Vikulovo. - Posted in Vologda Komsomolets, a letter in which he asked whether there for me some (a whatever) work. The fact is that if the local newspaper and find some for me, as they say, the place is still to me it does not get there until late December. After all, the ships will no longer walk, and the machine also will not be able to pass on Sukhona, There is thin ice. So that is one way - in Vologda - the other side of the village, first on foot, then the different trains ".

In late November - early December Rubtsov appears in Vologda and some time lived in the house of the poet BA Chulkov, who had a spare room. He continued to educate ourselves, read a lot - Pushkin, Blok, Lermontov, but is particularly attracted to such lyricism of the XIX century, as Polonsky Maikov, Fet, Apukhtin, Nikitin, and, as is now widely known from the articles on Rubtsov, Tiutchev. That's when he laid the foundation for that, "the book to Tyutchev and feta to continue a book Rubtsova !".

Poems and letters Tyutcheva issued before the revolution, were the only personal book Rubtsov. "It is now legendary - recalls BA Chulkov - that he went to sleep, put it under his pillow. I can only say that, in any case, the rest of the books that were given to him or come across, Nicholas did not think much, and used , left, anywhere. Tyutcheva same book, which belonged Rubtsov, such a fate does not threaten ".

since 1965 Rubtsov then lived in Moscow and passed examinations at the correspondence department of the Literary Institute, the Nicholas, in Vologda. The summer of 1966 went on a business trip journal "October" in the Altai, which resulted in the famous poem "Shumit Katun".

By the time Rubtsov was already out on the pages of the central publications. Not without bitterness, because most of his poetry is permeated with a sense of dramatic and sometimes tragic, based on thinking about his own fate and personal experiences. Not everyone is accepted, not everyone understood the depth and originality of the poet's sense of connection with the homeland. In all, even the very small, he saw the reflection of being his native region, Vologda, which is not forgotten, even in Siberia: "No wonder the church near the river, and was used all in Vologda. June 28, 1966 Rubtsov wrote from the Altai to Vologda Romanova: "My clips can be found in" Banner "(6 issues) and" Youth "(also 6 issues). In the" Contemporary "my poems Firsov was unable to print. Need was another theme, perhaps, or rather, the mood. Well, it's not Pushkin's "Contemporary", and our, alas Onion !".

literary recognition and fame came to a broad Rubtsov, after publishing "The Soviet writer," released in 1967, a book of poetry "Star Field", which the poet presented the Literary Institute as its thesis is protected by them on Dec. 26, 1968.

- Today, we not only protect the diploma. Today we have a holiday, - said the rector of the Institute VF Pimenov. - We accompany a great literature is not a beginner, and already-established poet, and the poet's original and talented.

Also commended thesis Rubtsova critic F. Kuznetsov and teacher N. Sidorenko, V. Druzin, E. Isaev. Star field "marked the beginning of the mature period of his poetry.

Some poems that were included in the first collection, N. Rubtsov has been partly - as, for example, "Visions on the hill" - or a radical reshaping. Thus, "n light" compared to "Mistress" - version of the poem, published in the "lyrics" - has become clearer and stricter. Instead of "I dully staring at me again" appeared "For a long time for me !..". The poet also removed the teeth on edge, the word "epitaph" and rewrite the beginning and end have entered a poem in the frame. Ogonek peasant homes found a deep inner meaning of the "n lights".

Further exploration Rubtsov theme homeland he has appeared especially where the "lyrics" was not: he almost always writes about life with a pungent sadness, he is a follower in the sense of fragility and transience of the world, its mysterious beauty and inner incomprehensibility of nature.

Without a sense of beauty of nature, without love for her can not create beauty in art. There is scarring of the topic quite clearly: "And that's fallen out of love this beauty, I will create, perhaps, another." He wanders "in the native wilderness of the northern forests lean" and there is beauty, without which no thinking life. Even the scary fairy-tale characters - witches, goblins, Kikimora inhabiting poetic forest Rubtsov, live there in order to frighten, but to heal the soul traveler ...

voice of the people, the spokesman of his thoughts and aspirations of making sense of the poet's homeland, even if it covers only a modest part of it within the village environs: "Mother a whole - a village, maybe this one corner." The ability to see the great in small places lyric Rubtsova depth and capacity:

Between marsh trunks adorned east ogneliky ...

Here comes October - and will seem suddenly cranes!

and wake me, you're called Cranes clicks

over my loft, above the marsh, forgotten far ...

widely across intended period of decay

proclaim they are the ancient legend of pages ...

"It is difficult to imagine now, - said about this poem V. Kozhinov - that ten years ago, these lines do not exist, that their place in n poetry was a void." They are so deeply and truly poetic, that - even they are alone! - Suggest the continuation Rubtsovs traditions of n classical poetry. Quite rare in the practice of poetry, but surprisingly organic here iambic anapaest tunes on a slow rise of philosophical thought from his attic after the cranes at first neglected over the marshes in the distance, and then over the entire Rus', the modern and ancient ...

sense of the indissoluble unity of the world has found its complete expression in the poem "Quiet my homeland. It is striking how certainty. Credibility intonation captures the reader and forces together with the poet to go to places close to him, imbued with his feelings. It would seem that the new can he say about the willows on the river, church, nightingales in the quiet of his home? But, reading these lines, we once again feel the joy of discovery of the beautiful, deep sense of aesthetic pleasure. When the poet calls the signs of this, it is his, the home, he seemed to be unable to stay, he wants to show as much as possible unpretentious, but these roads will, and they go from line to line: Willow River, nightingales, churchyard, the grave of his mother, church, a wooden school, hay meadows, a wide green space ... And - how to highlight all that flash of lightning, as powerful discharge overflow soul of love - the ending of the poem: Each

izboyu and tucheyu,

with thunder, ready to fall,

feel very smart, The most

death communication.

Life would be deficient not only without a secret, but without sadness - it is very important for understanding the essence of creativity Rubtsova proposition. The very nature of his talent was laid a sensitive predoschuschenie future care, which in art has a tremendous attraction and, according to Block, "one can give clues to the complexity of the world".

image of the rural country with Rubtsov, beginning with the Stars Fields ", painted melancholy, his mind more often" possessed a bright sadness, like moonlight masters of the world, and the sadness that arises because the poet feels the fragility, the fragility, the instability of expensive his sacred rest. He feels the pain that he sometimes loses contact with him. That is why the country rest in his poetry is not calm and not frozen - no, it all hid in anticipation of the coming changes: over the "village nevi, clouds hover over the" cottage in the snow, whirling snowstorm and groans, and the nights are full of incomprehensible horror, the gathering directly to the "human eye" person. The poet feels oppressive sense of loneliness, which could have guessed back when he was saying thanks to the "n lights" for what it burns for those who are "all friends desperately far. And short-term fun when occasionally for a few hours friends visiting, fun "with sad eyes" is hardly anything can change. Next to the images of the "quiet country" from the poet's increasingly appears as a generalized image of the wind, symbolizing the psychic anxiety, thirst of wanderings, frustration, fatigue, ...

"In anticipation of the Fall"

After "Star Field" Rubtsov managed to publish two collections - "The soul keeps" in 1969 Arhangels-tion and the noise of Pines "in 1970 in Moscow - and a few cycles of poems in the magazines" Youth, "Young Guard" , "Our Contemporary", "October", "North".

In poetry, reprinted from earlier collections in the next, Rubtsov makes amendments reinforce the minor sense. Interesting and significant, such an amendment in the poem "Departure." The book "The soul keeps" the end of the second stanza of the poem was: "But looking into the distance and listening to the sounds of anything I have not regretted. A year later, in his book "Pines noise" line was changed: "I have nothing yet sorry." Replacement of all single letter, and the meaning has changed very significantly: "sorry" is a short, time-limited effect, a phenomenon, so to speak, a one-time, but an imperfect form of a "sorry", says a permanent, unlimited long-term sense, the state of the soul, not the action even. And such substitutions have Rubtsova lot.

From a poem in the poem becomes not only a constant mood, but the images roll which gives the poems especially the deeper meaning.Thus, in the "Last autumn," the poet speaks of Esenine that "he lived in anticipation of a fall too far from the best of change," but in the poem "Beautiful blue sky, the same thing said about himself:" I've lived in anticipation of the fall already not the best change. Or in the earlier "The seventh day rain does not stop ..." had such a grim line: "they moved, like crocodiles, among the thickets of submerged graves, break, surfacing ...". It would seem that the ending of the poem makes you optimistic mood: "Weak rain ... That's it ... a little more, and everything will be normal-progress", but in one of his last poems Rubtsov, "I'll die in the Epiphany frosts" line again, became even gloomier: "From my flooded grave coffin pops up, forgotten and dejected, broken with a crash, and in the darkness uplyvut horrific wreckage. I do not know what it is ... I do not believe in eternal peace !".

last time allotted to him Rubtsov lived in Vologda, rarely leaving her and then returning back. But if the seas poet traveled bravely and joyfully, that the earth was quite different, from the very beginning of his career: the poem "Train" is very revealing in this sense, written to them before admission to the Literary Institute. It twice repeated line that the train sped "just before, perhaps, collapse. Author then stresses once again:

with him and I'm expanse misty

I do not dare to think about the rest, -

dash somewhere with lyazganem and whistles,

dash somewhere with a roar and a howl,

dash somewhere with a full voltage

I like it is, the riddle of the universe.

Just before, perhaps, the collapse of ...

But then the poet tried to convince himself that his hunches are being deceived, that "what may be a wreck, if so many people on the train?". And now, when he was alone, it is a wreck, still happened.

in the last verse Rubtsov have heard not so much love for the country as the caller, the bitter irony of the patriarchal and calm, and over the "good Fili", which was once a poet, wrote a warm, kind irony ...

Hey Rus, !

be calling little?

What's sad? What

dozed off?

Let's wish

all a good night!

Let's walk! Come

pohohochem!

and arrange a holiday,

and cutting charts ...

Ah! Trump fresh,

But fools are the same.

The posthumous publication of poems of the poet "Plantain" first published poems, in which people with this disorder becomes truly tragic hue. Now, a poet possessed not the same "bright sadness", but the sorrow of "dark", "disturbing" and the word "sorrow" is the most commonly used in the lexicon Rubtsov. Repeated seven times in one poem - "Farewell" - the epithet "sad" organically fits into the context and does not allow any meaningful change. Here Rubtsov managed to melt into itself and dense, redundant, eerieness Klyueva imagery, and Esenin sadness at departing the village, and slightly bitter Koltsovskaya prowess and sublime sadness Bloc ... There is no other poet, it is difficult to disprove a obvious borrowings, and yet his poems are like thousands


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