Milchakov biography

Preserving the soul: the life and work of Alexei Milchakov. Milchakov E. Thunderstorms and grass. The life and work of Alexei Ivanovich Milchakov - poet, publisher, bibliophile tradition, continuity - concepts are very Russian. And on Vyatka they remember their relationship. Evidence of this and the subtitle of the eleven -volume encyclopedia of the Vyatskoye Earth - “Where are we from?

The most piercing pages in the“ territory ”of Oleg Kuvaev are devoted to the arrival of the protagonist to the funeral of his father in the Vyatka depths. Sincere feelings are imbued with the lines of Vladimir Krupin dedicated to his father. Vladimir Sitnikov uses the diaries of his grandfather. Studies and memoirs are known for research and memoirs. Nikita Nikolai Alekseevich Zabolotsky, about the father, compiled by the son of A.

Milchakov Evgeny Milchakov. The main volume of the book was provided by Alexei Milchakov himself. And the author seems to have no author. The reason for this is the correctness of Yevgeny Milchakov - he does not bear his name on the cover of the book, does not impose himself on the reader of the book, showing his author's "I" only with a font, different from the italism of the notes of Alexei Ivanovich.

Nevertheless, having read the book, you understand that it is not just talentedly compiled, but it is created. Evgeny Milchakov managed to reduce the facts so much, to choose excerpts from the creative heritage and archival documents, was able to give the author’s remarks such an intonation that not only life and his generations appear behind the text, but as if a person with his joys and sorrows resurrected.

And the subtext does not appear between the lines, but the soul itself with its love and pain. Even acquaintance with the sections of the content: "Childhood. The beginning of the nine hundreds", "Youth. The beginning of the twenties", "Green Street". From the life of the director of the publishing house ", etc. And at the same time, despite the rich factual material that allows us to consider the book as a manual on the study of the history of local literature.

And the history of the human soul, according to the exact statement of Lermontov, is almost more interesting than the history of the whole people. Alexey Milchakov was not a poet because he knew how and could compose poetry. He was a poet primarily by attitude, worldview. Yes, the plot of his external biography is unusually saturated - participation in two wars: civil and domestic, the path through the pre -war idiom of G.

here is a childhood - the road to itself: "Square houses and domestic houses hid in the bathes of greenery, only bright spots of churches revived the landscape. Kerosin lamps on the streets, sleepy carriers, rare figures, rare figures Passers -in -laws were circling the flocks of pigeons, and screeching shirts were widely shown. How is it noticed? Not with vision only, but first of all, of course, the soul.

Hence the accuracy - the image of the provincial pre -revolutionary Vyatka is recreated in several lines. And now the formation of the “life composition” of the soul: “I read and re-read the song Koltsov, the rebellious Polezhaev, the broken Nadson. By chance, having stumbled upon the folios of Dahl, I scored a bunch of self-flowers. I wrote poetry and sent“ to ”to the Vologda magazine“ Northern Mail ”.

Poems were printed, but advised not to be wise! Cities flashed: Birch Mtsensk, Belogocyanny Belgorod, Red -Kirpicular Bakhmut, Clean and Systems of Aleksandrovsk, all in the White Acacia Slavyansk. Behind the steppe, the Melitopol saw from the platform of the train rolling to the Perekop, the light gray balls of the roll-will. "But the testimony of the soul, who realized its purpose:" We will be writers!

This is not a fantasy. I do not have a naked faith. I am convinced. "And another war is the Patriotic War:" I washed the gold in the morning on the river. A collective farm herd passed through the village in a cloud of reddish dust. The boy was driven by the Baby in the huge bast shoes. Over the green winter, the larks were squeezed, as in peacetime. On a long hill, spreading the wings, a lonely mill blazed.

"A woman promised and granted to him by fate is Evgenia Mikhailovna Lubnin. In the very combination of the name and surname - Zhenya Lubnin is already the sound of poetry. You read his appeals to her, the only one, in the letters from the front, the beloved Evgenyka; Zhenya, Zhelotko! The marriage of Alexei Ivanovich, after the death of Evgenia Mikhailovna, was rather a test than life.

And again, the whole tragedy, like before, is all happiness, is read through one line: "There was a stone silence of Alexandra Alexandrovna. My stupid desire of the world hung in cigarette smoke." But here one literature remained unchanged: “Lenya Dyakonov and Misha Reshetnikov came to me. There were sausages and onions poet, publisher, bibliophil - all this boils down to one.

To say that Milchakov loved literature - it means to say very little, he literally lived by it. The youth of Alexei Ivanovich coincided with the beginning of the century. The literature sought new ways of self -expression.Futurists, imaginists - great was the temptation, dropping the tradition of Russian classical literature from the "ship of modernity", to begin their work from scratch, affirming itself as a genius of a newly open direction.

Despite the hobby of youth, Milchakov chooses the path that allowed him to say at the end of his life: "The stubborn desire to invent something original - not the work of a genuine innovator. Innovation is an extremely clear expression, in its own way, oneself, his own thoughts, feelings, feelings." He confirmed these words with all his work. Like every talented person, Alexei Milchakov was difficult to embody the books he created.

Boris Porfiryev recalled: "I have not seen another person who would have parted with his work so hard to give him to the reader's hands; because over the 66 years of his life, Milchaks published only three books of his poems, while he began to be printed back in the twenties - when they began Svetlov, hungry, Utkin." In my opinion, the reason for this is also the decency of Alexei Ivanovich: the work as the director of the publishing house gave unlimited possibilities to reach the reader.

And it is very important that the current “thunderstorms and herbs, literature lovers now have the opportunity to get acquainted with all the creative stages of Milchakov’s path, from the young man’s early lyrics,“ carefully in love with the image of Green ”, to a completely mature, consonant, fascinating voice of the Vyatka nature, a cycle of poems“ Birch Birch Birch Bermes ”, from the prose of the war years to the last novel,“ I read it on the shelf.

I put in front of me, as if preparing to read again. I peer into the title sheet: “Thunderstorms and grass”, photography - Alexey Milchakov, a little ironic, a good smile of a tired face, behind the ranks of the book shelves, and a person is drawn in large font, this is the cover of the edition of the Melaitis poem. Such a symbolism of being the book has been read, and I know that Alexey Ivanovich Milchakov managed to acquire the whole world.

Literature, homeland, love - he accepted all these hypostasis in his heart and saved in himself, and preserved his love and soul in trials. Alexey Milchakov lived both joyfully and sorrowfully, but always worthy. Herzen, when using materials posted on this Web Site, the link to the source is required.