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	The novel about the Cinderella in trousers (About N.Rosedkina's novel "drunk": nuclear heating plant Publishing house, 2000, Moscow) I like talented people. To other of them such I excuse, for what to another and a muzzle would fill and on duel has called. For talent already in itself — a penalty. I do not know: whether from the God, from line, from even something to me unknown, but a penalty. Especially when it is a question of writers. On a picture of the gifted artist it is possible to throw and stop by the way a sight amazed, to fall asleep forever, as the wife Lota; job of the composer of other needs to be estimated on the sounded musical phrase and to understand: a thing! And what to the philosopher or the writer? Moreover the novelist allocated with talent? How to compel not that that the ordinary reader, the editor of publishing house to read at least the first to steam of pages of the text that that has understood (presently would be more correct to tell: has understood), what before it (her) the manuscript, noteworthy thousand and hundreds thousand lays? Here also are written miriady miriadov words, getting in bolshej the part in baskets, in cars on paper recycling, pyljatsja manuscripts on attics, are eaten by mice, decay, burn, simply vanish in ashes. Now here the Internet rescues talents. But also here a trouble: the Network world already so is cluttered up, that on elimination of grains from plevel the sea of time and own money of the reader leaves. That is at external huge quantity of readers the author has these not too much. Also there is a question: and for what then we write? This secret great, the answer to it, thanks God, is not present and cannot be. As Porthos (not in the book, and at cinema, in ours where the actor Smirnitsky plays this charming favourite of readers and spectators of the hero) used to say: «I Fight, because I fight!» The novel of the known expert in studying of creativity F.  M.Dostoevsky Sergey Rosedkina, the Tambov writer, "Drunk" is called. It is devoted a life and tortures of the poet, the literary critic and the critic with a symbolical name Vadim Neustroyev, living in country town Baranove, studying there is no time in the Moscow state university of a name of M.Lomonosova and on the Higher literary courses in Moscow. As a matter of fact, two geographical points of our immense Native land in days of historical demolition of two socially - economic formations are only a background for the description and the analysis of private world of the person talented, worthy to become hardly probable not the classic, to be in public liked and though a little happy, but become by that is taken out in book heading. For to publish to it destiny has allowed one only a book of verses in provincial publishing house in small circulation, to lose everything, except apartment on which has unrolled a lip local criminal authority: And the wife with the child, and friends (except one artist, too fair the boozer, which wife otvazhivaet from Neustroyev), and job, and even dream. So the novel "Drunk" begins. And further — there is a story about that as as has occurred to the protagonist. Fairly, scrupulously, at times with an excessive rage on associates, at times with a fair share drunk ernichanja and biting words-charges the author describes the world in which it was necessary to turn (not to live at all) to the person which all fault before a society consisted that it — is talented. This fault is great and before the Soviet people, and before Post-Soviet for does this person by the outsider in flight of grey colleagues by birth and strangers on spirit. Soul and Neustroyev's nerves are so bared, the sight at the world is so opened and pure, that it (and together with it, apparently, and the author) is simple not in a condition to understand: paternal people round it such malicious and why angrily, going from them, it is directed against it? After all it goes to them not that openly, without a skin. Talent. How much they for history of Russia spilos, have reconciled and has disappeared? How much untalented persons and villains have eclipsed them for an instant and too has sunk into oblivion? There is no similar statistics, there is no answer to a question: why so occurs? Will flash rays of good luck of heels of names in one generation, and the nation is glad to that. Thus sincerely rejoice and proud, especially generation-two later. Seldom who from great Russian writers was well off during lifetime. Pushkin — the first of commercially adjusted writers of Russia, has died with debts in fifty thousand roubles. And after all the tsar for a hand greeted, the court rank had, printed on a writing course almost each thing. In equal position with it were during Soviet time unless Rasul Gamzatov yes Sergey Mikhalkov. Where to them to be compared in possibilities to be read at least by one thousand readers to the boy from a place of dispatch of Decembrists of Nerchinsk factory in the Chita area? Or with their kiddies. It I — about the protagonist and the author of the novel. The reader is necessary to writing talent. And as at the provincial boy of knowledge of izdatelsko-editorial kitchen is not present, it sends the manuscripts in the form of the real manuscripts in a writing-book to a section yes in lineechku in publishing houses and in Litinstitut. Also does not receive the answer. For do not read there such papers. Even if that was Pushkin, would not began to read. What for? And on melovannoj with lines through two intervals it is enough paper at them pages to report for the worked day. And turns familiar yes relatives in the form of by itself liked and their liked children stand in corridors, and calls from eminent people in addition. All wish to snatch a piece from a sweet pie of the joint venture of the USSR, to receive the desired red book of access in spetsraspredeliteli seeming gratuitous the blessings. At them the purpose clear and concrete, and at the young man from under Chita, in their opinion, only a whim: to write verses and to see their printed. It will be processed, to the TECHNICAL TRAINING COLLEGE will go, sopetsja — there to it, all of them, from under Chita yes from under Morshanska, and road. For spetsraspredeliteli therefore and spets, that they are created not for everything, and for the elite. And one of the goods in these spetsraspredeliteljah — the mass reader who and does not know that it at all the consumer, and the goods in the life market. In slowly clearing up consciousness protrezvljajushchegosja Neustroyev is sprouted by images of those people that liked it first of all as readers as people, conformable to it on a soul system as if a tuning fork responded on the poetic sounds born by it. They liked it sincerely, selflessly, not giving itself of the report why it with them occurs. Neustroyev's talent bewitched them, gave hope of change of own destiny, of the right to be pulled out from surrounding them serosti and postylosti, they reached for poet Neustroyev not as to a magnet and as the ships in the sea of drifting ices are built behind the ice breaker. Here it would be necessary to the protagonist of the novel to understand the mission and to make that the destiny offers it. That is to appear capable of self-sacrifice and a feat. But the bestial life in a student's hostel by name of DAS the Moscow State University has already left the mark on Neustroyev's soul. The talent in its breast remained, but the soul has become covered by a fair skin of a rust and dung of socially uncomfortable person. Why and as there was this metamorphosis of a flower in manure, is described in the novel very convincingly and authentically. The image of the Soviet hostel is described now at set of writers, especially. Hostels of Literary institute of a name of M.Gorkogo, but that N.Rosedkinym in the novel "Drunk" is presented , is as though quintessence of all me chitannogo, vidennogo and gone through. In DASe I did not live, during my time students of the Moscow State University settled down still in studgorodke on a corner of prospectuses Michurinsk and Lomonosovsky, behind a cinema "Lithuania". But bestiality there was precisely same, as well as in the novel "Drunk". Recent child prodigies and talents in all fields of knowledge, gathered here from all vesej the immense Native land, during one-two semestre rolled down to level traktirnyh drunkards, and even inveterate alcoholics, lost virginity in dialogue with the most burnt bljadjami and zhigolo Moscow, degraded intellectually and is moral with such speed, that after twenty years of anything, except participation in protection of the White house for a pack of cigarettes and a vodka bottle to wait from them did not follow. The future colour of the Soviet intelligency with shchenjachih the seventeen years «has been planted on a bottle», as now their children and grandsons — on a needle. The talent becomes an inveterate drunkard faster and more confidently the person worthless. For the second at heart knows to itself(himself) the true price, wishes to survive in intraspecific struggle against talent and finds this niche — a decent way of life as would tell in 19 century. And consequently untalented persons overtake talents in life race, places take seat on official and press, destroy talents with all force envious and spiteful beings. It is the law biological, basic in intraspecific struggle. Talent as the concept spiritual, social, lives in other world. Especially talent poetic. And Neustroyev — the poet. Even the Poet if to judge under several citations from its poems, resulted in the novel., Apparently, on a sort it was fated to it spitsja and to become cargo of very heavy people standing liking it. Hero N.Rosedkina does not understand it. Already from the fourth year of university it is oppressed by a complex of not recognised genius. It gives to any act logic and quite justificatory from the point of view of morals of an explanation, its any meanness (for example, change of the first love to Lena) is considered, how event minor, not standing sufficient attention neither to the fact of offence, nor to destiny of the victim. That is, before us a portrait of the typical Soviet intellectual of Brezhnev's pouring. So typical, what even is surprising, that till this moment nobody has put before itself(himself) problems to describe this type of the Soviet person of the sample of the beginning of 50th years which have entered into a maturity in 80 and supported reorganisation in which has seen before itself a window during a life on a freebie. That is before us — the talent which has turned to a frank parasite as societies, and families. The hero, having betrayed that first Lena, pure and pure, appears enamoured any more soul, and a body in the real bljadishchu as he names the wife, too Lena from which leaves the become hateful Moscow in the regional centre of Rams where becomes the correspondent of the local Komsomol newspaper. And there starts to drink really: daily and pomnogu, round the clock and with whom has got. Thus asserts, that writes verses, and not bad, but any more does not quote them. Quote fragments not Neustroyev, and those who remained its friends as if appearing before it from the old life, reminding to it about its mission and disappearing behind a novel outline. Neustroyev listens to them then again to drink. Because, what occupies it in the newspaper, is not creativity and not earnings of money, and soul prostitution — change to own talent. The wife to it changes, he fools around, they quarrel, reconciled, excuse each other deceits. A usual semibestial life of the people waiting for flat keys, considering money on sberknizhke and envying equally as that who impudently robs the socialist state, and that who plunders it by the right of a post belonging to them. And when there is an officer of KGB with the request for cooperation with journalist Neustroyev the person in the civilian inexpressibly is surprised with indignation and refusal of the protagonist of partnership in a sharing of material benefits with a management of area and punishing bodies. For in consciousness of the officer of KGB and party bosses Neustroyev — for a long time already the. Its first refusal to become the informer is perceived as not that a whim of the drunkard, not that a way of trade for the purpose of a price raising for the soul. And the second refusal responds a reminder to Neustroyev about from what journalists of the newspaper are fed — it lower for three months in a post with deprivation of twenty roubles in a month. And here in zashtatnom Baranove there was a dissident. Nobody is already surprised, that Neustroyev «drinks in a black way». The dissident should drink. From a grief. Or from proud loneliness. Now Neustroyev podpaivajut even recent ill-wishers. For they, though are not so talented, as poets and journalists as whom the protagonist appears already in their eyes, but too in the soul are dissatisfied also with itself, and a life surrounding them, and that their life is necessary to nobody, even him and to drudge to the death both it is necessary, and it would be desirable. One of the next changes of the wife and secret who has shaken consciousness of talent, pushes Neustroyev on suicide. Successful, however, suicide as at M.Gorkogo at «My universities», — the hero of "Drunk" has rescued the neighbour-drunk. Obujannyj thirst to find intoxicated «on a freebie» the drunkard finds out the dissident in full blood with hot water of a bathroom. Surgical branch of regional hospital, psychiatric. The author of these lines has stayed in similar institutions as the patient therefore testifies, that the description of their life in "Drunk" the exact. And that the talent at first kicks, and then reconciles to maintenance conditions, ceases to be the dissident, turns to an obedient animal is too the fact. Even there to set the husband with the wife who for fulfilment of it gives the body to the doctor in time using, I know under stories of the at once two neighbours in chamber. But the hero of the novel "Drunk" not in it sees tragedy, and that the child at his wife — NOT FROM IT! Small full-eyed Irochka stretches hands to almost sober Vadim Neustroyev and joyfully repeats: — Paposka!. Paposka!. But the poet looks not at it, and on extracted by the wife from a grist (time gorbachevskogo the dry law) and gives of a bottle the baby in charge loose women to "persuade" together with all the same still the wife the next bottle, another, and then to fill up it on a bed. In the morning it leaves from the wife and the daughter for ever — to Moscow! ON the HIGHER LITERARY COURSES! Where it have accepted, as it is found out, only because pro-rector Litinstituta Sorokin well drank once with one of classics baranovskoj literatures, and last has responded about Neustroyev benevolently. Here it — a principle of that direction in the world literature, that the author criticises in the notes to the novel — a principle of socialist realism. Passions boil high in summary wins primitive cheap calculation, protection which above the people's commissar, desires of a flesh which it is possible to name and love. Neither the author, nor the hero do not have any business to notorious tear of the child from «Brothers Karamazovyh». The main thing for Neustroyev — to be pulled out in capital, to become famous and outdo the incorrect wife. For all the same talent, devil take it! And at a seminar of literary critics in Baltic masters praised, and about Vadim Neustroyev's verses pro-rector Litinstituta has responded warmly. What there any Irochka with the: «Paposka!» When I read this place of the novel "Drunk" all time thought of why the critics writing about this book as about opening of 2000 by nuclear heating plant publishing house, paid attention to that the book is called so scandalously more, than on the hero who becomes an inveterate drunkard and degrades before full loss of human shape, betrays a principle of spirituality of Russian literature and its humanism for the sake of achievement of the purposes opposite to these principles. «What Neustroyev, on a horse-radish, now talent, — it would be desirable me to begin to yell, — if he can throw the child stretching to it of a hand?» Who grew without the father who has own children who lived with the woman having children from another, that will understand me. Will understand also women. And Neustroyev though does not wish it to understand, but will write about those who will stretch to the child in the answer the hands, a sound poem, over which readers will have a little cry, and readers will slip noses. For on VLK Vadim becomes the present professional. On this place to throw the novel, to re-read better "Anna Kareninu", an I have been intrigued by a plot therefore villages for the book and has continued acquaintance to Neustroyev's which has lodged in the acquaintance to me hostel Litinstituta the biography, described by set of people with surprising monotony: a dirt, pjanki, fights, geniuses, loss of the representative of the Siberian nationality from a window of the fifth floor, again pjanki. Thought, it will be boring, an — is not present. For the first time the inhabitant of this hostel is grateful to the Soviet state that it has given it a separate room in Moscow almost for nothing moreover that this lucky beggar writes everything that to him will take in head pays the grant. Only here to write to Neustroyev there is no time. It is necessary to drink in a hostel, to drink in publishing houses and editions, to drink with the necessary people and unnecessary, to drink standing, sitting, laying, just not up feet. To drink for the sake of a celebration of the talent and an exit in the press with the book on which cover there will be yours a name and a surname. And whether there will be at it a reader. It any more the second even, and the sixty sixth question. And about existence somewhere there in Baranove wives and Irochki it is forgotten. What for they to the poet? Friend Antoshkin has created publishing house "Adverb", promises to publish Neustroyev's book, the Voronezh publishing house has let out a selection of young poets, publishing house «Young guards» tisnulo next «a communal grave of writers and poets of Non-Black Earth Region» is the main thing for arrived to Moscow again and grown up on Baranovskys talent chernozems. I do not have a reason to state moralistic maxims, but the name of the novel of N.Rosedkina and a system of a plot of the book about the talent, assigned to vodka and prostitutes from art, demands this sight at a situation which is depicted in "Drunk" with limiting honesty and distinctness. For the talent all the same if to approach to it by and large, is a debt of its carrier to a society in which he lives, instead of a way of extraction of privileges and money. The higher Litkursy became a turning-point in a life of the protagonist of the novel discussed here. Money for the publication in Moscow — one thousand roubles, the sum on doperestroechnym to times considerable, equal to the semi-annual income of the head of the family with the diploma of the engineer, in silly misunderstanding has sent not in a hostel litinstituta, and in Rams. Neustroyev goes to receive long-awaited rubliki in a city of residing of the of the wife and the daughter secretly, most of all being afraid to meet them. And after, having filled pockets denominations, runs — you think to a starving family? By no means — in restaurant that there, it is impressive rassevshis to try dishes more expensively and more elegantly, to drink wines of the best and to think of the happy destiny. For the talent should eat (I do not remember, who has told). About "is" Dostoevsky which creativity was thoroughly studied by the author of "Drunk" thought also, having let out even some books-researches of destiny and creativity of the great writer of the earth Russian. The majority of heroes of Feodor Mihajlovicha — too. But protagonists of its novels all the same only ate, and thought absolutely of other and lived other passions, except gluttony. How much do not try, and to prince Myshkin you will not put Neustroyev. And to one of Karamazovyh you will not put. Unless Smerdjakov will approach. So for me since this moment (it is assured, that under the help of the author, on the internal logic of product) Neustroyev has turned in Smerdjakova our days. But here a trouble: Smerdjakov to me at Dostoevsky it is extremely unpleasant, and Neustroyev is still curious, as type, as character, as the person, as my contemporary, as almost my coeval, as the person with the destiny broken on own sincere weakness What to it the reason? The answer is simple: all basic events of the novel revive from Neustroyev's consciousness which has decided not only to stop to drink in 1995, but to revive, start to live anew. He throws down a challenge to Baranovsky of Mafiosi Miheichu and achieves from it five millions eltsinovskih roubles thanks to which hopes to rise again on feet and to write history of the falling and revival. To write it it is sincere, truthful, without usual for ispovedalnoj literatures of a coquetry and samoobelivanija. That is to make a feat. Because the talent without a feat is inconceivable. And that pokajatsja and to revive, it is necessary to talent so low mouth that on you and to spit it was opposite. And I, having seen this decision of the fallen talent, have continued reading of the novel "Drunk". It is necessary to admit, the second jerk has a little discouraged me from the very beginning. Neustroyev, having eaten and having had a drink at restaurant, having poured out in itself of any intoxicated rubbish from privokzalnyh booths, has gone to the wife. But not that money to give it on residing and on education of the child and together to drink. That Lena has banished it, seemed to me the fact the most pertinent in this novel. It is good, that Neustroyev has again appeared in Moscow, in gadjushnike, called Central the house of writers where he again has begun to guzzle, drink, observe for same, as well as he, talents. Eventually, to the reader not familiar with so-called literary bohemia, vnove will learn about the elevated style world as though from under a gate. Though to me, I admit, many art characteristics of some known writers have seemed pale and slightly sharzhirovannymi, at times frankly boring. And suddenly — the sun light. In the name of already mentioned before the publisher and writer Peter Antoshkina. Unique live being among a stench of talkers, gas-bags and grafomanov. «At it was, I then was convinced time and again of it, passionately pulsing redaktorsko-publishing vein and the rare in the present literature hot aspiration to open new names to search for talents, to help young snotty authors …» Sergey Rosedkin anywhere in all novel and about anybody, except the first love of Lena from Sevastopol, does not write so about the hero warmly and even with tenderness. The world literary is small, therefore the person well-known nowadays in Russia — Peter Fedorovich Alyoshkin, the head of publishing house "Voice-press" is easily guessed in Antoshkine. Moreover, Rosedkin as though distantsiruet the person of business Antoshkina from close tusujushchegosja a circle of writers and boozers from litinstitutskoj hostels. Antoshkin-Aleshkin it is completely not similar not only on Neustroyev's associates of writers, but also is full contrast to that assembly of literary heads and the generals which names yours faithfully and pride of the country repeat millions readers. I admit, this part of the novel has simply touched me. As it is rare people of the literature speak and write well and in a kind way about the colleagues, remaining thus truthful and not interested in the character economically. About the dead man, please, some good words, and about the live. But here the author intelligentnejshy and darling Rosedkin is more visible. And what Neustroyev?. In my opinion: further — emptiness. The novel "Drunk", since the fourth part and the head «As I declared mafia terror», ceases to be product about tragedy of spirit, and very accurately, very honesty turns to a typical thriller with all set of ordinary modern characters: with the chief oblupravlenija the militias, being actual head baranovskoj mafia grouping, with defolotom 1998, deprived Antoshkina possibilities to publish the book of the protagonist, with ridiculous murder of wife Neustroyev, and even with the murderer who has appeared the loony sitting with Neustroyev in former years in one branch of regional hospital. I any more do not speak about a happy end in the form of joint repair of apartment by forces of a new beloved of Vadim Nikolaevicha Valerys and it not native, but all the same daughter Irochki until then living at dear mother-in-law Neustroyev. At reading of the fourth and fifth parts of the book the impression that you read one of this faceless novels-something ephemeral of a series «Ironical detective» by what present book trays are captivated is made. The continuous emotional and moralistic repetitions fulfilled in first three parts, plus to that, an abundance of biting and categorical estimations of the author concerning the colleagues on a feather. All it testifies about publitsistichnosti these parts of the novel, than to their artistry more likely. Rescues the book and does its interesting N.Rosedkina's talent which so abrupt turn of a plot has managed to make natural and almost appreciable for the unsophisticated reader. And the author knows it. For itself also asks on a book cover: whether «the novel-confession Can possess an intense criminal plot?» And itself answers: « Yes ». Then why are added 96 more book pages under names« Instead of an epilogue "and" the Epilogue and the comment »? Only to wound the reader, having told, what that is not so wide erudirovan in literaturovedcheskoj, historical and other scientific lexicon together with knowledge of the author and thieves', and also street a slang? What for it was required to the author after beautiful happy end to send the protagonist in a monastery and to declare itself only the editor of the specified confession? And then, as I have noticed above, that the present talent not only has no right, but also cannot lie. Where still it is necessary to go through vicious, but to the talented person after the book of its verses left, and the talent name thus has not thundered for the whole world? In pirates or in a monastery, confirms the statistican. But to what to feed to present gangsters talent? For what services? From here and an exit which was found by Neustroyev. Unpersuasively shown, in a counterbalance to the recent novel of Century Dvortsova «Az beeches the explainable knew» where the protagonist goes not the monk even, and the novice in a monastery under construction on the brink of light after year of drudgeries and true search, but all the same. N.Rosedkin, having increased the novel on volume for twenty percent, as though admits the powerlessness to find a way out for the hero. And it it is necessary to recognise a recognition as the highest feat of the writer. For how to be to Russian drunk who has appeared in provincial small town in apartment, on which zaritsja the criminal friend to the general of militia? How it is possible to force to grow fond the deprived kind heart of the man not native to it the daughter? How it is possible at present unemployment for the former drunk who has fallen on eyes of all city, to find job on a speciality, namely — in any mass media and for the good salary? Even on these questions at the author of the today's novel "Drunk" is not present and there can not be a fair answer. From here an idea about leaving in a monastery and promise Irochki to come to see the named father. That is the novel "Drunk" becomes, thus, the novel about the Cinderella, but only not on Charles Perro, and on Sergey Rosedkinu: not in a dress, and in trousers, not in the carriage, and in the apartment received during times "stagnant" and hardly not lost in "democratic", with the kind fairy in image of publisher Antoshkina. Perhaps therefore the majority of novels of F.Dostoevsky so liked by N.Rosedkinym and Neustroyev, actually up to the end are not added, what answers to the questions, lifted by the author simple is not present, and others art the literature cannot give? One drunk was rescued and has survived. One of millions. One. Valery KUKLIN (Germany) «Russian cover» (Literary Internet magazine) On November, 3rd, 2004
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