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Volunteers from the voluntary organizations “Inspired”, “Agency of Good Deeds”, “Druzhina” and the regional branch of the “Young Guard” visited the Ust-Koksinsky district of the Altai Republic.
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Vladimir regionThe unique project “Vladimir - the cultural capital of the World Cup” brought together more than fifty entertainment events throughout the region. The championship took place from June 14 to July 15 in 11 cities of Russia. And although Vladimir is not one of them, special preparations were made here to welcome football fans. Information booklets were issued for guests in different languages, and a “fan menu” was developed in local restaurants. During the World Cup, over 450 thousand people visited the Vladimir region.
According to tradition, local journalists will tell about other events taking place in the region in July.
Seven minutes for an accurate diagnosisThe availability of high-tech medicine in the Vladimir region is increasing not only in the regional center, but also in regional centers.
New “stars” of “Vladimir Dawns”The traditional regional exhibition of livestock achievements “Vladimir Dawns-2018” this time was held at the Bogdarnya agrotourism complex in the Petushinsky district and coincided with the “Syrmarka” festival and Milk Day. A solid group of participants gathered: 25 agro-industrial enterprises, about 20 farmers and the same number of processors.
First Vice-Governor Vyacheslav Kuzin: “The regional budget reflects a positive trend in the economy”“All parameters of the growth of the revenue side and the budget’s own revenues in 2018 have a positive trend,” said First Vice-Governor, Director of the Department of Finance, Budget and Tax Policy Vyacheslav Kuzin, commenting on the results of the execution of the region’s budget and the “May” presidential decrees in the first half of the year .
Andrey Klishas took part in a meeting of the Board of Trustees to revive the historical appearance of the Sarov and Diveyevo monasteriesChairman of the Federation Council Committee on Constitutional Legislation and State Building Andrei Klishas took part in a meeting of the Board of Trustees on the revival of the historical appearance of the Sarov and Diveyevo monasteries.
The Ministry of Industry and Trade of the Karachay-Cherkess Republic is preparing proposals for inclusion in National ProjectsDuring a working meeting with the Head of Karachay-Cherkessia Rashid Temrezov, Minister of Industry and Trade Murat Argunov reported on the results of work to improve payment discipline in the fuel and energy complex of the republic.
The company is currently eliminated! Date of liquidation: 06/20/2017
The organization was registered on June 24, 2011 by the registrar "Inspectorate of the Federal Tax Service for the Verkh-Isetsky District of Yekaterinburg, No. 6658" at the legal address: 620142, Sverdlovsk Region, Yekaterinburg, Tswillinga Street, building 53, apartment 8.
When registering the company, the following details were assigned: INN 6673996548 OGRN 1116600002375. Registration number in the Pension Fund of Russia: 075032110155. Registration number in the Social Insurance Fund: 661331208966151.
Main activity according to OKVED: 64.9. Additional type of activity according to OKVED: 88.10.
| Legal entity status: | Liquidated |
| Full name: | |
| Taxpayer Identification Number: | 6673996548 |
| OGRN: | 1116600002375 |
| Legal address: | 620142, Sverdlovsk region, Ekaterinburg city, Tswillinga street, building 53, apartment 8 - there are 1 organizations registered at this address: (active - 0, liquidated - 1) |
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| OGRN | 1116600002375 |
| TIN | 6673996548 |
| checkpoint | 668501001 |
| Organizational and legal form (OPF) | Charitable foundations |
| Full name of the legal entity | CHARITABLE FOUNDATION "EDUCATIONAL CHARITABLE CENTER "KUDESNIK" |
| Abbreviated name of the legal entity | Charitable Foundation "PBC "KUDESNIK" |
| Region | Sverdlovsk region |
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| Name | Inspectorate of the Federal Tax Service for the Verkh-Isetsky district of Yekaterinburg, No. 6658 |
| Address | 620014, Ekaterinburg, Khomyakova st., 4 |
| Registration date | 24.06.2011 |
| Date of assignment of OGRN | 24.06.2011 |
| Accounting with the Federal Tax Service | |
| Date of registration | 25.11.2013 |
| Tax authority | Interdistrict Inspectorate of the Federal Tax Service No. 31 for the Sverdlovsk Region, No. 6685 |
| Information about registration with the Pension Fund of Russia | |
| Registration number | 075032110155 |
| Registration date | 28.11.2013 |
| Name of territorial body | Office of the Pension Fund of the Russian Federation for the Oktyabrsky district of Yekaterinburg, No. 075032 |
| Information about registration in the FSS | |
| Registration number | 661331208966151 |
| Registration date | 15.07.2016 |
| Name of the executive body | Branch No. 15 of the State Institution - Sverdlovsk Regional Branch of the Social Insurance Fund of the Russian Federation, No. 6615 |
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INN: 6671343991, OGRN: 1116671001358
INN: 6673996548, OGRN: 1116600002375
620142, Sverdlovsk region, Ekaterinburg city, Tswillinga street, building 53, apartment 8
Liquidator: Komarov Alexander Sergeevich
INN: 6671386466, OGRN: 1116671023380
620075, Sverdlovsk region, Ekaterinburg, Lunacharskogo street, building 81, office 24
CEO: Znyman John Harm
INN: 6673128460, OGRN: 1056604854855
620135, Sverdlovsk region, Yekaterinburg, Shefskaya street, 14, apt. eleven
General Director: Kruglyankin Alexander Vladimirovich
INN: 6671343991, OGRN: 1116671001358
101000, Moscow, Arkhangelsky lane, building 6, building 2, floor 1 room 2A
Director: Chizhova Ekaterina Viktorovna
INN: 6673996548, OGRN: 1116600002375
620142, Sverdlovsk region, Ekaterinburg city, Tswillinga street, building 53, apartment 8
Liquidator: Komarov Alexander Sergeevich
Member of the Presidium of the Constitutional Court of the National Security Council of Russia, Deputy Chairman of the Committee on Defense and Security of the Federation Council of the Russian Federation, representative of the executive body of government of the Tambov region since 09/23/2015
Member of the Presidium of the Coordination Council of the Non-State Security Sphere of Russia www.ksnsb.ru
Co-Chairman of the Editorial Council of the National Media Portal “Khanitel”
Expert on:
Geopolitics and foreign policy areas of activity: Syria, America, Crimea, Ukraine, Korea, Georgia, Caucasus, Libya, Donbass, Afghanistan;
Terrorism and the fight against it, international politics, military-patriotic education, military cooperation, patriotism, democracy, defense and security, information security, child safety at school and other areas of public safety.
State awards
1998 - Order of Courage;
2005 - medal of the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, II degree (with the image of swords);
2005 - Order of Military Merit;
2008 - Order of Courage
2017 - Order of Honor
Biography
Born on September 30, 1971 in the village of Pichaevo, Pichaevsky district, Tambov region. After graduating from secondary school, he studied at the Penza Military Artillery Engineering School and the Frunze Military Academy in Moscow. In 1993, he served in the Ulyanovsk Airborne Division. From 1998 to 2010 he served in special forces units. He served in the Chechen Republic (participated in both companies), took part in a peacekeeping operation in the territory of the Autonomous Region of Kosovo (SFRY). Has injuries. In 2001-2003 he studied at the Combined Arms Academy of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation. Received the NATO Medal for Service to Peace. He was awarded two Orders of Courage, the Order of Military Merit, and the medal of the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, II degree.
Before joining the City Duma, he worked as deputy commander of military unit No. 54607. In 2010, he headed the list of the United Russia party in the elections to the Tambov City Duma.
After his election, he was elected Chairman of the City Duma. Since October 2010 - head of the city of Tambov. On September 23, 2015, he was appointed to the position of senator from the Tambov region. In 2016 he graduated from Tambov State Institute named after. G.R.Derzhavina (Master)
Secretary of the Local Political Council of the local branch of the city of Tambov, Tambov regional branch of the United Russia Party. Member of the Presidium of the Regional Political Council of the Tambov regional branch of the United Russia Party.
Chairman of the Security Subcommittee of the Defense and Security Committee of the Federation Council of the Federal Assembly of the Russian Federation.
The responsibility of the Security Subcommittee includes:
internal and external security of the Russian Federation;
consideration of acts on the introduction of a state of emergency;
preliminary consideration of the issue of appointment and dismissal of the Prosecutor General of the Russian Federation and his deputies;
ensuring the organization of law enforcement agencies and federal executive authorities that are part of the system of forces and means of ensuring the security of the Russian Federation, as well as those performing law enforcement functions (special bodies), including in the main areas of their activities:
combating terrorism and crime, ensuring intelligence, counterintelligence, border and information security;
protection of the individual, society, and state from illegal attacks;
preventing and suppressing crimes and administrative offenses, identifying and solving crimes, searching for persons;
proceedings in cases of administrative offenses, execution of administrative penalties;
ensuring law and order in public places, road safety, control in the field of arms trafficking, control in the field of private detective (detective) and security activities, protection of property and facilities;
state protection of victims, witnesses and other participants in criminal proceedings, judges, prosecutors, investigators, officials of law enforcement and regulatory authorities, as well as other protected persons;
carrying out registration of citizens of the Russian Federation at the place of stay and place of residence within the Russian Federation and monitoring compliance by citizens and officials with the rules for registration and deregistration of citizens of the Russian Federation;
registration and issuance of documents to foreign citizens and stateless persons for entry into the Russian Federation, residence and temporary stay in the Russian Federation;
control over compliance by foreign citizens and stateless persons with the established rules of residence and temporary stay in the Russian Federation;
carrying out migration registration of foreign citizens and stateless persons in the Russian Federation;
implementation of measures to prevent and suppress illegal migration;
control over the circulation of narcotic drugs, psychotropic substances and their precursors and implementation of measures to counter their illicit trafficking;
detection, prevention, suppression, disclosure and preliminary investigation of crimes, as well as the implementation of proceedings in cases of administrative offenses, which are classified by the legislation of the Russian Federation, respectively, under the jurisdiction or competence of the authorities for control of the circulation of narcotic drugs and psychotropic substances;
coordination of the activities of federal executive authorities, executive authorities of constituent entities of the Russian Federation and local governments in the field of trafficking in narcotic drugs, psychotropic substances and their precursors, as well as in the field of combating their illicit trafficking;
implementation, in accordance with international treaties of the Russian Federation, of interaction and information exchange with international organizations and competent authorities of foreign states in the field of combating illicit trafficking in narcotic drugs, psychotropic substances and their precursors, as well as representing the interests of the Russian Federation on issues of combating illicit trafficking in narcotic drugs, psychotropic substances and their precursors in international organizations;
execution of criminal penalties, detention of persons suspected or accused of committing crimes, and defendants;
ensuring law and order and legality in institutions executing criminal penalties in the form of imprisonment and in pre-trial detention centers, ensuring the safety of employees of the penal system, officials and citizens located in the territories of these institutions and pre-trial detention centers;
protection and escort of convicted persons and persons in custody along established escort routes, escort of citizens of the Russian Federation and stateless persons to the territory of the Russian Federation, as well as foreign citizens and stateless persons in the event of their extradition;
security of specialized psychiatric hospitals (hospitals) with intensive supervision.
Mikhail Sadovsky
Closet full of time
book chapters
TAYUSHA, TAYUSHA, TAYUSHA...
(about Alexey Kondratiev)
Black autumn. Dark raindrops. Early twilight. Dead wet asphalt. The light of the lanterns dissolves into blackness and does not reach the street. End of November. Late sixties. This is not a writer’s device - this is my road along Tverskaya, then Gorky Street - from the Belorussky Station down to the Telegraph. The Pushkin pharmacy, which he visited more than once, is still alive (who did it bother that it was demolished to Khrushchev’s freemen?), and there, either since then, even Pushkin’s, or for some other unknown reason, they love writers, artists, composers , especially young people. The pharmacist is an old Jewish woman with thinning red hair. How did she recognize us, unknown to anyone yet, but just beginners, promising, young, ambitious, penniless, with our ridiculous runny noses, coughs, necks, wrapped in scarves in this vile rain and darkness - both literally and figuratively? May she forgive me, her name has slipped from my memory, but she herself, as a close person who has done a lot of good, is before my eyes. You don’t even need anything, but everything is in short supply in Soviet life at that time, but you still want to come in if you’re nearby and are in a hurry to pass by, just say hello and answer some trivial questions, and in return receive so much warmth in a smile and “come in if you need anything.” The thaw of the fifties ended long ago, and, like this autumn, a black timelessness has crept in. And my concern drives me along Tverskaya to Bolshoy Gnezdnikovsky Lane, 9, to the last, tenth floor, where the publishing house “Soviet Writer” is located. But that’s not where I’m going. And I’m not carrying a manuscript. There, in the back room, there is one table, and at this table is my hope and salvation. This is the secretary of the trade union committee of writers at the publishing house "Soviet Writer", since I went "to free bread", i.e. I don’t work anywhere and am not listed, which means that according to Soviet laws I am a parasite. This organization, the "Trade Union of Writers", has nothing to do with the publishing house other than its neighborhood, and has existed since the very beginning of the early thirties, even before the first Gorky Congress of the Union of Writers.. The authorities even then were concerned about reliably managing art, so they created There are several such unions of writers - there are several of them in the capital, and they certify that you really live by literature. I remember the recent frightening trial of Brodsky with a disgustingly unscrupulous judge, and it’s scary to fall into the same clutches yourself - there’s no escape from them. Who told me that there was such a saving organization? In my opinion, the poet Mikhail Plyatskovsky, who began to appear in the literary world a little earlier than me, shared his experience. .. And here I am on the approaches to this house, built at the beginning of the century, remarkable in many ways and known to native Muscovites as the house of the merchant Nirinsee... For me, as it turned out later, this house is generally special, because over the years I have come to know many its inhabitants, because it contains the educational theater of GITIS, and in the house next to it there is the museum-apartment of Alexander Borisovich Goldenweiser, where I met his widow, the wonderful Elena Ivanovna, and where I performed my poems, and in the next entrance was the composer Leonid Afanasyev , with whom I became friends and worked together, and... but that’s for another story. And so I go upstairs on the slowest huge elevator in Moscow, made at the Smirnov manufactory at the beginning of the century, I pass through the endless editorial room with a dozen tables littered with manuscripts, the publishing room. And then - certificates, a questionnaire, recommendations... A certificate of a monthly fee (it was necessary to scrape together at least 50 rubles a month from various publishing houses, newspapers, editorial offices, radio, the living wage of a poor writer) and, of course, “a photograph, as in passport". And then - a life-saving membership card! And you can now provide the police and house management with a certificate on a form! I am a writer! Pushkin also called himself a writer!!! You can even get a testimonial! You can meet good people who are united by one path - narrow and so far, oddly enough, not blocked by the authorities! Why would it be easier for her! Yes, with one frowning glance and a stroke of the pen! I became friends with many people there over the years. But today is the first meeting of the children's section to which I was accepted. This means that those who write for children have gathered. There are few of us: rain, old age of the majority of members who have been in this trade union committee (or group committee, as it is also called) almost from the day it was founded. Talk about helping someone. He is sick, and someone volunteers to help, and then someone else - and for the first time I hear the name Kondratiev. It turns out he lives not so far from me. And I immediately get to work. Alexey Nikolaevich Kondratiev... The poet Alexey Kondratiev, whom I have never seen, heard or read... No one, perhaps, will restore the date and month, but I am not writing a biography of Kondratiev, and not memoirs. It was only in passing that I remembered the beginning of our friendship, and I would have kept silent about that, but we are talking about the writer Kondratiev, and there is no need to explain how a writer is tied to his time. So, what it was like then... the time... autumn, nondescript and scary under the top layer of unmoving duckweed. .. even in 1968... a condemned man in the street following the blackout of the press and the eminence grise Suslov, who was gaining his dying spider power... I lived in a new residential area and was the owner of an unprecedented luxury - a telephone! I called Alexey Nikolaevich and asked when I could visit him. He answered me that at any time, because he rarely gets out of the house. And I went, suspecting nothing. What was there to suspect? In response to my call, the door buzzed and opened itself, and from the depths of the apartment I heard: “Come in!” I moved along the corridor and at the end of it, through the open door of the room, I saw a large face and huge eyes behind glasses, staring at me... through a mirror on a bracket attached to the wall...
He was lying down. And this obliquely installed mirror, which obeyed his hand, told him: who entered the door, what bird sat in the feeder on the balcony, what the TV was showing, where the book was - on the table or... He lay there, he could not change his position himself . I was a little confused, obviously, but what remained in my memory was not that, but the feeling of a very strong handshake and two dumbbells on a blanket on either side of my covered legs. I would like to present to you, my dear reader, all the poems of Alexei Kondartev. There are not so many of them, but this is impossible, unfortunately. Today I will only invite those who will help draw his portrait. You can find the rest yourself if you really want to, because it was also published by central publishing houses. One book for adults was published in the same “Soviet Writer” in Moscow. So here are his poems.
I was born two months after my father's arrest. And since then there has been no hanging. Apparently, I’ll live like this until the end.
I keep the paper as a shrine, That my father was not a criminal. And I repeat, like a lesson, like an oath, That the end is the crown of the whole thing.
The son of an enemy of the working people (five years before the imminent war) - I was one and a half years old when I left my native city.
There was Saratov, where we were starving, And the fright from the air raids... You, perhaps, saw no less. I'm not bragging here, God knows!
Believe me, it’s written honestly, I didn’t cry out anywhere. Are you interested? Interesting? Our dear personnel officer.
Yeah! Personnel decided everything for us! And, indeed, until his last moment no one had ever heard him scream - that’s what he was like! Completely different!
SURPRISE
A nail and a hammer were friends.
The nail was hit on the head with a hammer.
And, hiding in the wall from fear,
Nail was surprised at his friend’s zeal.
MUSHROOM TIME
In the thicket, the porcini mushrooms frown with care! And the toadstools boldly look at the people without worries!
Much later, when this man was no longer in the world, I realized that then, from the moment we met, his sense of time was striking. His surprisingly active, active participation in life seemed to be ahead of his time, as if he knew the secret of the “World Wide Web” - the Internet before its inventors, owning it not as a monopoly, but sharing it with hundreds, if not thousands of acquaintances and friends! The main thing that is surprising is that it was always easy to reach him, and at the same time, his phone not only did not stop talking and glowed hot, but was just another vital organ. Alexey Nikolaevich managed to read all the new releases, remembered who published what poems where, what books were published, knew all the news from literary circles and beyond. He lacked direct communication, and he replaced it with all available means. On the nightstand there was a “Festival” receiver, donated, in my opinion, by an orphanage, and this very good device had a remote control. Craftsmen from some school laid wires to the door lock, and guests could enter the apartment, and the “Skillful Hands” group at the orphanage taught the TV to turn on and switch programs using the same wires from a distance. But then in the USSR they had not even heard of the most ordinary modern “controllers” who would change the program, and louder and quieter - please, ready... And the window was opened by him, and the board with paper moved up to his chest - such a small writer table And the poems from here, from under his pen, flew to the editors.
According to the words, I’ll get there like walking on stones, without hoping for a reward? Will I get over? I'm breaking through my fence.
But whether for good or for bad, I don’t know yet; Apparently, there will be no miracle - no hand will reach out.
And the same torment, for some, perhaps, is imprisonment in the Universe: He is ready to destroy himself, he fights there in bitterness - he wants to break through the wall.
Such poems need to be re-read. Keep quiet. Learn. And, without showing it to their author, marvel at his courage and optimism... - Listen, Alexey Nikolaevich, please help! - this is me on the phone to him... - Sir Michel, I am at your service... - this is him in response. - The line tortured me - no way! It's stuck! And he is a wonderful versifier! And this is a common thing (and he calls me often) when you really reach a dead end and get nervous, and struggle, and... Oh, those lies about inspiration and ease of writing! - Sir! I'm listening, read on! - he never said in decades that he was busy, that... how many reasons in this world... Maybe he was hiding behind a joke? - Oh, sir, your wife has left you! - Now you are lonely!.. - No, sir, my fate has been softened until the end of the term! But no one softened his fate. There was an ordinary boy with a destiny twisted by wild power. He lived like millions of others. Exile - yes, but football, school, cinema... And at the age of 14, a special disaster struck - polio. For what, you ask? And the fatal number, or something - fourteen operations. They didn't help...
I will compose another destiny and send it to Almighty God: let the archangel raise the trumpet, announcing great alarm! A trumpet will sound over my head: - Pay attention quickly: a person is dissatisfied with his fate - we urgently need to change the universe!
Friends came to him - especially to take a walk with him, they rolled the carriage along Leninsky Prospekt to Vorobyovy Gory or to the Park of Culture and enjoyed the humor and optimism of Alexei Nikolaevich. Both are not easy: an assembled stroller in an elevator - well, no way, but in the entrance to the door there are so many steps... And in the theater - it is not provided, and in the cinema too. And in the library... The word disabled meant: defective. And get rid of it, and wallow with your worries yourself, don’t you see, you should deal with the “normal” ones. And they, the powers that be, sorted it out, so much so that there was a crunch throughout all the cities and towns!
Apparently, there are no saints in the world, let’s come to terms with this simple truth; saints - and not for long - are only children, and then - either a cult or stagnation.
But once in my life I would like to see a saint who is both universal and all-good, and to hear the word of a sinless soul: “Didn’t you betray me?” - So I'm not your enemy.
More than one party boss of those times would have gnashed his teeth at these lines... Was it possible to publish them?! They were born a long time ago; they came to people only in the 90s. The editor-in-chief of a very famous children's magazine, due to his age and, obviously, position, taught me, young and green, that it was necessary to visit the editorial office, because “manuscripts are not enough, we must know well who we publish, how he lives, what he thinks,” and so on. in the same spirit. Perhaps he also served in another department, but I will not mention his name. Moreover, next to Alexei Nikolaevich... But he, Kondratyev, never stooped to explain why he could not visit the editorial office. He naively believed that the manuscript was enough, that it spoke for itself. Of course, as his name appeared, it became known in literary circles why he was not present at meetings, at the Writers' Union, or in editorial offices. But not everyone could understand that “compassion is given to us, just as grace is given to us.” This is a state of mind, and here it is only God’s providence and nothing more. I started such a “fun”, I honestly admit: I took Alexei Kondratyev’s manuscript and took it to the very magazine where, if they didn’t hate me, they couldn’t stand me (also because they had to publish me occasionally, due to reasons beyond their control circumstances, but more on that another time). So, with the manuscript of your friend, colleague - and for them, of course, it’s a secret that a friend! - I went to this editorial office and tried to achieve (at the same time the faces of those working in it became distorted with anger) so that his poems would be read carefully and not in a year, but urgently. And to motivate them if they don’t want to print. Motivated! But it would be better to print! And they published it... I would never have gone with my own poems - I couldn’t afford to humiliate myself, but with strangers (for them it’s strangers, but for me it’s family) I considered it an honor. I went with his poems to those editorial offices where I, with my poems, were not allowed to enter, I went to those editorial offices where they knew and loved me, and there’s nothing to say about those where I sat on the editorial boards... It’s difficult It was, however, always difficult to publish in Russia in those years, however, it was always difficult: the editorial plans were full - this is not “Malaya Zemlya” and Alexey Kondratiev is not G. Markov and not S. Mikhalkov. And there is no paper - this is not “Malaya Zemlya” and Alexey Konratyev is not G. Markov and not S. Mikhalkov. Don't think it's a typo! Everywhere they answered with the same determination... They have no place in the plan, no paper for these verses, and their economy is planned! And yet we celebrated victories! - Sir Michel! - the joyful voice of Alexei Nikolaevich was heard in the receiver. - With your prayers... - he was so happy with each of his published lines! - Come on, Kondratiev! - I fight with him. - Poems, they are also poems in this edition. - Come on, sir, don't be modest! Are we drinking champagne? - Let's drink! He sent out his publications and books, books, books in dozens... no, it happened in hundreds! And how much money it cost! I don’t know if his fee was enough?! And Olenka, his wife and secretary to the best of her ability, carried parcels to the post office... It was also difficult for her to move... this disease did not have mercy on her either... But they helped. Either the postman who brought copious amounts of mail to Kondratiev’s house, then friends, then schoolchildren, children with whom he was friends...
Someone else's child came up to me and gently pressed me with his warm side. - Oh my God! - I cried inadvertently, - An immeasurable gift is not my fault.
That girl - five or six years old - I gently stroked her ashen locks; her eyes played hide and seek with me - her gaze flashed - and again it was like that.
Laugh, but then I was great, I would have rushed at the snake’s sting! But the girl ran away laughing... It’s a pity that I didn’t die at that moment.
No! Thank God he was wrong! Even though poets are predictors of their fate at all times... Pashka was born to him! Paul! Son! He and Olga were as happy as very kind people can be! And such poems came! Especially children’s ones!.. I would like to collect them all in one “house” with hard covers, but who will publish them in our mercantile times? Or maybe that’s why? Maybe because of mercantile spirit they will publish them? Read:
TAYUSHKA, TAYUSHA, TAYUSHA... (Lullaby for Taya)
Taenka - Taya, Taenka - Taya... Do you want me to count the rain with you? Knock-knock... the glass darkened: How much water flowed from the sky!
The streams flow and flow, repeating: “Taenka - Taya, Taenka - Taya...”
The trees outside the window are bored now, The trees are whispering about this and that... The song of the leaves is so simple: “Taenka - Taya, Taenka - Taya...”
And my conscience is gnawing. The worst punishment for yourself is regret... I’ll explain... I’ll repent... maybe it will become easier... He never complained, never! He will only say: “Sir Michel! If you are going somewhere, take me with you in the car: I fit in a Zhiguli, but not in a Moskvich!” And I got a Zhiguli! And we are driving together - he is in the back and the stroller folded next to him... He missed living impressions - streets, cars, houses, stalls, passers-by... Do we really think about how wonderful it is to just walk down the street, what happiness it is! But it turns out! And I run to the editorial office, and Alexey Nikolaevich looks at Neglinka, I’m in a naive hurry - he’s alone! And he says with regret: “You’re already back!..” I was probably in too much of a hurry, and too few times did he sit in the back of my car and, with indescribable humor and observation, comment on life around... I often drew from his optimism when I felt really bad. “What about him?” I asked myself. “How is he?” And literally everything, except the health of family and friends, faded and shrank. All these “bangs” from the editorial offices, books distorted by editors who were “cut off” many times, all these non-admission to the Writers’ Union, all these anti-Semitic cries at closed editorial councils, which were later reported to me, and author’s evenings canceled for the same reason , and awards not awarded well-deserved at competitions (under the motto, of course), when they found out who the author was - what is this? Dust... And he, Kondratiev, inspired the joy of living by being nearby... So how could you break away from this, rush and then justify yourself with your family, children and your sores... Let me show you one of my experiences in verses that cannot be expressed otherwise...
*** Don’t put off meetings And stay long, You can’t save an hour for future use, You can’t return a day as a debt.
Why reproach yourself later, Neither add nor correct, Can’t repeat anything, Can’t send telegrams.
And the loss of each pain is a confrontation with each other, The devil and God agreed: The punishment is suffering!
How many times does the nightmare of the night knock you out of bed, Time - the most terrible beast - scorches the soul in the body.
The pain of loss cannot be alleviated. There is nothing to replace the loss. Regret is now provided, no matter how eternal.
Don’t put off meeting, Don’t be lazy, don’t be stingy, No matter what life is like, Hurry up to see you!
How many times does this happen in a lifetime... and then suffers... it’s hopeless... forever after all... Forgive me, Alexey Nikolaevich!.. We have always been on “you”... We didn’t attach any importance to the address , in my opinion, this doesn’t interfere with being friends... It seems to me that it’s neither age (we are almost the same age) nor position... Well, it happened... somehow I didn’t notice it before... But I was always surprised , no, I admired HOW he made poetry. Not at all like the one whom the leader appointed “the best poet of the proletarian era,” who wrote the book “How to Make Poetry?” ore,” but he worked like a jeweler, planing carefully, gently, as if from a fresh resinous pine board, every line. Therefore, they are all indispensable in every stanza. Listen. Look at the depth of the lines, and sometimes at their location...
Everyone loves the birch, It is warmed up with us: Everyone prays to the beauty of the Birch light.
From sweet whiteness, From tender sadness Again the eyes are clear, As if at the beginning.
At the beginning of feelings and days, When there were many of them... Now we are in front of her In anticipation of the outcome.
The result is incorrigible, And therefore we look at her in fear, Yearning for each other.
Everyday rubbish languishes; But her living skin will still mercifully cool us down.
Everyone loves birch...
I want to be silent and listen to his voice, because once heard in the author’s performance, the poems then, when read, are sure to sound in his voice, even those that he did not read to you - this has been verified many thousands of times... And Kondratiev’s voice is so dull - sonorous, you know, maybe Utesovsky? Recognizable. Look...
I'm on the way I learned from the wind What they can't find meters!
He ran away from a kilometer under the cover of night!
They say that this meter will not return to the kilometer;
And without a meter, a kilometer has become a meter shorter!
Emelya has been grinding with her tongue for weeks! And everyone calls the talkative Emelya a fool! Emelya is afraid to remain silent, not to speak or scream; and hear for the first time what others say.
Gymnasts flew under the circus big top! The Lions watched them carefully. They growled as a warning: “Don’t you dare fall, gymnasts!”
LESS - MORE
The man looked at his watch and tugged at his mustache. The less the clock rushed, the more his mustache thinned.
Is it possible to be a cobra and still be kind?
And sometimes he called so that I could rejoice with him at his good luck, although it was late, and it was hard to endure until tomorrow morning... He felt very subtly and accurately who treated him and how... Like any artist, but with him especially, the acuity of sensations was extraordinary... And his voice sounds, and he expects... praise, or maybe criticism?.. But, in my opinion, admiration!
No one chooses their genes. Get into hyena position.
RHINOCEROS
The rhinoceros's eyes are teary: the road to people is closed for him. After all, because of this thick skin, people do not see the subtlety of his nature.
Nowhere are mosquitoes welcome, Everywhere mosquitoes are not welcome. After all, his bites have persistent tastes.
The Nightingale Met the Sparrow: Under great secrecy, They began to sing a duet!
SPARROW
The sparrow is happy in the cold! The sparrow is happy in hunger! And where does he hide his grief? It’s unclear, for the life of me!
SAD
The grandmother dropped a sad tear on the goat, but for the grandmother there was not a tear from the insensitive goat.
I noticed, and probably you too, that people who have poor vision have sharper hearing, people who have poor hearing have excellent vision... Nature, as it were, compensates, tries to correct its injustice... The acuity of Alexei Nikolaevich’s feelings is amazing , and with titanic labor he managed to achieve from himself the most accurate expression of his experiences and stunning sincerity when he writes about the most secret, intimate moments of his life...
By chance, by the whim of fate, I would like to see you now, without reproach, sadness and prayer, a woman is my second heaven.
Forgive me for not being able to forget your frightened hands in the darkness, your living stream of body, the nightly beating of two hearts.
A day burned through with bitterness, an evening of cold fatigue... So I never had to forget you. I'm sorry that you remained in me.
After his death, I learned that during my battle with the Writers' Union, he called the party committee there and shamed its members for their methods of existence and leadership. It was no coincidence that he was a children's writer - he believed in goodness. And I didn’t believe that there were people who profess something completely different... I often think about him. Not about poetry (they are in me, already like a part of me, without them it would be bad, impossible), but about him. Another fate of a person who did not give up, trampled by the imperial monster... Listen to who could write such poems:
Let's talk about hope. Still, how could she not be? After all, I came in before, Although I couldn’t fall in love.
She walks around the house like a housewife, looks into a book, into a notebook... So, she didn’t come to a stranger Again, first, again.
This is how he knew how to love...
Talk to me, talk, even if the beginning is accidental and petty; give me a gift, give me a gift without any special reason.
I will not keep the bright world with me, I will distribute it to everyone I meet; I will glorify the nameless soul in cities far from us.
Give me your hands in farewell, because we have no plans to meet; only the heart makes a promise to remember the appearance, and the voice, and the speech.
Alexey Kondratyev was wrong this time. He will meet with us many times, because he did not leave this world, but grew through it with his poems, became a part of it.
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