that makes me ashamed of you. is it possible that the feeling of pride and patriotism, without which i could not imagine poetic inspiration, left you as soon as you crossed the borders of the fatherland, then gagarin will correct himself by inviting yevtushenko to star city for a concert on cosmonautics day, but right before going out. sing. it was some vigilant general on the stage who personally crossed him off the list of speakers, and who tried to object to something, the first cosmonaut was instantly put in his place. you're the master in space, not on earth much more rigid than now, and therefore there were compromises, well, single ones. as yevtushenko recalled that night, he miraculously did not die. i rashly ran out of the star city club , got behind the wheel and drove my battered moskvich through the pouring rain. seeing almost nothing

because of the rain and my own tears, but still i drove terribly drunk, by the morning i came to my senses a little and continued flying into the restricted area. i remember how there was an evening dedicated to the memory of sergei alexandrovich yesenin in the hall of columns. he was broadcast. e live on the whole country. eh, and that's where he sat. uh, hmm, the first secretary of the central committee, uh, pavlov is like that. with such a plump muzzle, as they say, with such a physiognomy, he left. eh, yevtushenko read the verse, when the ruddy komsomol leader rumbles with his fist at us poets and wants to crush our souls

like wax and wants to fashion his likeness. well, and so on. uh, then this shocked everything, so to speak, the party elite e of our country and yevtushenko just uh, they were ready to be executed. yes, they were ready, but not executed. maybe because he still repented. in april in 1965, a new poem by yevtushenko was published in the journal yunost, the bratsk hydroelectric station; it opens with a famous poet in russia more than a field. the choice of theme was ardently approved, at the top the poem was put forward for the lenin prize and met with indignation by fellow perovs. and he began to go down a little. from uh from these flights, just like uh mayakovsky at one time

he began to sell these poems to the soviet government, for example, where i have already limped my love for him, this is when his father has a cast. uh, hmm , this chanting of such communism appeared went. i myself heard in the magazine youth, he means, talking to someone on the phone, but obviously with someone from the party clique. it could be guessed from the tone. i remember his words. he says, we even plow, there and by name and patronymic. there i already forgot to name someone, yes, we smell, we smell and smell, and everything came up next spring yevtushenko, as if nothing had happened, goes to australia and in the fall he meets with robert and jacqueline kennedy in america i remember we were at kennedy's lunch brought spaghetti. i raise my head. everyone has

round eyes, it turns out that yevtushenko ate his spaghetti and began to pull pasta from kennedy's plate and pulled out almost everything from him, then the newspapers wrote that the russian bear ate spaghetti with his hands. what pier? he was a free yevtushenko was very pleased. from that moment on, there was talk that yevtushenko lives according to the principle, both ours and yours. here is an example 1974 arrested by a solzhenitsa yevtushenko calls andropov's reception if you do not let him go, i will die on the barricades. yes, the barricades do not reach solzhenitsyn, they are evicted from the ussr and vtushenko, alive and well. let's start the morning together. my morning always starts with a hearty breakfast, because it is very important for athletes to

prepare themselves for a hard training day. sounds great let's do some exercises. slightly. we lean forward, stretch the back surface and get useful tips to always be in good shape, but a full breakfast. this is a prerequisite. if you want the day to pass in a cheerful and fruitful atmosphere. i am always for breakfast in the morning to be big, good and very satisfying, so buckwheat noodles are super and remember to seize such a pepper you can drink it down. no, see the breakfast of champions project on tv channel belarus 24. to accept the hand of rejection in front of our ducts, which created and passed down from generation to generation a whole layer of national culture, we set off for an expedition along the kutkas of our ukraine with this, we were sent to fill our fill of the

distance, spitting from 331 km to eight on place near the volosovichi of the chashelsky district radu, then give a palsy to the beard, leave the snake of the most left-handed kolosov, we don’t sit in it and tie it from the carcass, let’s give the second traditions new living. fell in love with a crook falsely believed. and yesterday i was a dancer at vershirkah. look at the project on the minulla pirate on our tv channel. a very smart flexible person. he promised

loyalty. eh, after this, so to speak , rumble on the understanding of the ultra-revolutionary, he made a poem with such uh, absolutely frontal. consider me a communist by the title, and everyone shuddered. as it is the same tasteless, but if you read poetry we see that there is a certain fig in your pocket. yes, a fig in your pocket, but others and figs in your pockets are not kept. they were just lazy and lackeys. however, many were convinced. this fig in your pocket is explained, simply yevtushenko double agent is the most ridiculous most ridiculous rumor. and the fact that yevtushenko is a kgb general, and even one of his close friends masha spoke about this, but do you know who you are marrying? he is a general of the kgb. this somehow offended me very much, and

then i said as a general. i thought he was already a marshal, he wasn't alone b. yes, and no one would do it alone, and he would only harm the kgb and himself and the country. but what he is with them collaborated that, apparently, he told some stories related to his trips with his conversations, uh, with foreign, and also elite people, for sure. it was for sure a compromise, yevtushenko really. he walked easily, without changing his face, crossed out the lines hacked to death by censorship and entered softer ones than he endlessly resented his then wife, yevtushenko later admits. all the best that i wrote, i owe to galya, who has become for me a measure of civic conscience. his second wife galina sokol yevtushenko according to rumors

stole the poet mikhail lukonin from his colleague evgeny aleksandrovich himself claimed that everything was decided, everyone was divorced lovingly, no one was offended, but for some reason galina got married in a black dress, strong, daring, uncompromising, of course, just such a woman fit perfectly and in stew it is not surprising that his second marriage lasted as long as 17 years for complete happiness, the spouses lacked only children. however, it was not possible to give birth to their own, and in the fall of 1968 an orphanage boy appeared in their house. petya is up there with a picture of his son singing. he needed 15 years. he is violent was incredibly rebellious. this is what he dreamed of from somewhere the child did not save, and

this brother yevtushenko lived a free and free life at home, he did not appear often, and in the end . galina said that she was not ready to continue being a wife. the horn of a star, yevtushenko himself will say later. i still loved her, but i was already trying to fall in love with someone. and here, look at what kind of portrait he made of my portrait and my ex-wife, as if i foresee that our marriage is doomed. he guessed some kind of weirdo. in 1978 evgeny yevtushenko and galina sokol divorced there was an amazing scene, as he packed his things and put everything in his suitcases. there were about 15 of them left a lot of

junk, which had nowhere to put. i laid out a huge tablecloth for him on the floor. throw everything here, and then i say. well, what are you rushing about, leave me. i know so many people in prisons. i have someone to give it to, and he walks around this heap of shirts, and the shoes and says, my god, what am i doing, in the end, he nevertheless took this knot on himself and left galina, after his departure, she opened her veins miraculously saved, and yevtushenko almost immediately married the translator jan butlerka. in the new family, the poet already has his own. children are also sons. sasha and anton are true. anton was born not quite healthy yevtushenko believed that it was his fault in a hot moment, sitting at work. without looking sharply, he pushed away the pregnant jen who prevented him and hit her in the stomach with his hand.

doctors later said, no, this is the consequences of a cytomegalovirus infection, he did not believe in yevtushenko, and the marriage from that moment was doomed. find out it's always hard to keep the love boat going and somehow to survive in everyday life, but this ah is not achieved by the efforts of only one person, as yevtushenko himself stated, i was lucky with all my wives. and i’m to blame for all my divorces, first of all, only, however, i came out differently with jen, when zhenya left his english wife, packed her things with some young georgian left, and then he went to perform in petrozavodsk and the first girl, whom dying. uh, oval, the scene gave him a

note, he married her, this was his masha, his last attempt to become happy, so he will write about this meeting for an autograph, he came up i handed him a book and asked her to sign for my mother, and then he told me that he first saw the hand. and then he looked at my face and said that he fell in love immediately she was 23, he was 54 she was a medical student. he is a world famous poet. it would seem that they could have in common. i don’t know how to live on and i was left all alone confessed to yevtushenko a new acquaintance that evening, as masha would later say in evgeny alexandrovich, she was hooked by the bareness of her soul. they met

in the summer of 1986, and already on december 31 of the same year got married, a difference of three decades did not prevent them from living together. the same number and give birth to two sons. i am a happy person, because i was almost always the first reader or listener, even some of the poems he remade one poem even as a joke, which was a lot of truth, dedicated dedication to me, in my opinion, the case is so in my wife masha after criticism i rewrote this poem, it has become more changed, however, it criticizes. not only a wife in the mid eighties and vtushenko, according to many, finally bronzed. in november 1984, on the next anniversary of the revolution, he was awarded a state award to fall further on this rebel, there is nowhere to go. and the new poems, meanwhile, are

noticeably worse than the old ones, the former conciseness and lightness of images were replaced by verbosity and edification then yevtushenko expands the space of struggle becomes a film director makes films kindergarten and stalin's funeral well, he did not marry now both are dead. this was not the poet's first novel with cinematography, sometime in the late sixties. eldar ryazanov was going to shoot sironodes of bergerac and sivtushenko. in the title role, the project was closed before filming began, then in 1979

he played the main role in the film owl. goulash about the kaluga half-mad genius konstantin tsiolkovsky, teacher of physics. and he tells something, we listen to him, we all sit, listen to someone understand tea and tanyusha does not understand anything of physics. i don't know just tears. and he says, well, sit down. sit down, tanya, i'm giving you a c grade, i'm sorry. konstantin is a fool, may i ask? why not twos bet and in general konstantin eduardovich why don't you bet deuces? why are two boring this

thing. i was sitting here looking at this, but the cult poet of the sixties, famous along gorky street. what a gait the girl is swimming, like a boat sailing a hairstyle, what you need and a skirt, what you need, i was shocked that he was not a professional actor. and since he somehow played this tsiolkovsky great, he somehow told everything. somehow his eyes lit up . he captured it all in one breath and filmed it in one take. he was really good at ignite with a look and a word in 1989 yevtushenko becomes a people's deputy in august 1991 a poet at the barricades, speaks to the defenders of the white house welcomes free russia after 2 days the way is crushed at the lubyanka demolished a monument to a restrained general

mood. now it will heal, and for some reason yevtushenko leaves for the ocean that same autumn. it seemed to everyone then that the old tribunes were not needed forever for the new country. it represented freedom, then it is freedom. and framed him, where was he to go, he had a terrible resentment that this was his freedom, like a broom washed out of russia new countries in it. in fact, the poet left his homeland for quite prosaic reasons and was invited to teach at the university of tulsa, oklahoma when questioned accusingly. and why do you live in america, it was assumed that he left everything and left. he always said that i don't live in america. i work in america. and all

the time that i have free from work, that is, again, 6 months a year. i spend in russia living in america and not just cutting it up and down with triumphal concerts yevtushenko really didn’t like it. it’s boring after all. here he was really a rock star, as you and i said, yes, but in america he was still a nobody. yes, and no one recognized him on the street, yevtushenko felt decidedly out of his element. now i remember, uh, the scene in new york. so he's near the school. he is sitting on the bench. and i happen to be walking by and talking to a young girl. and suddenly he says to me, sasha come here. come here. listen, you explain to the girl, whose name is there, suppose zhenya and explains there the decision that i am also zhenya but that i am a great poet a professorial position in the quiet outback, what else is needed to meet old age? but it’s not at all about it, and

they didn’t take him into the soul for years. unless wrinkles were added. endless trips around the world meeting with readers new poems 81 years old evgeny alexandrovich had his right leg amputated to the knee, his ankle failed, and prosthetics of the joint did not help. it would seem that now. go home, whatever. and he never thought about age, and one of his poems is known to be even called no years. indeed, it was a vital position. and uh, you see, he was interested, he was interested. it was interesting for him to live to write, of course, whether he always worked for himself, but the thing is that then it became an accessory.