and since i have already promised our interlocutors that they will recognize volgin and not recognize the point where they, perhaps, do not know you completely. i 'll read some line now. well, for example, belaya akhmadulina. and igor will try to continue. it's me, my outfit is purple. i am arrogant. young fat, but i have already accustomed my lips to the dying smile of poets. igor volgin, a participant in the witness of all those phenomena, events that we are accustomed to call the khrushchev thaw, or simply the thaw, this is the period that is, as is commonly believed, between the fifty-sixth year, the twentieth congress of the party and 68 or the seventies, this is the era of debuts, the era of beginnings, well yes. this is the era of the sixties, of course, although my generation we were called undergrowth, we are because the generation of the sixties is the thirty -second, thirty-third year of birth, yes, we were 10 years younger, of course, but this is a wonderful era, this is not only a literary debut, this is a historical debut, a change in worldview, if there had not been thi

talk, let them read, i am dmitry bak, today i have a wonderful poet as my guest, my friend, igor volginen a completely different era came, it was this era that led to the fact that... that you know something else about volgin, after the history department there was an excursion into the history of literature, into science, a long excursion, a long excursion, here i have a book in my hands, one of... very many books, the book is called mutual responsibility, but here it is written from five books, the life and death of dostoevsky, yes, this is from five books, from five books, well then they often ask me why suddenly it happened works, including in translating into french, into arabic, they ask why it happened, well it is difficult to explain, because well maybe i felt at some point that i could express myself more fully. realize myself as i don't know, as a person, as i don't know, as who? well , it's strange, because none of the poets, i stopped, yes, i haven't written for almost 30 years, and i'll tell you, poetry doesn't forgive betrayals, even with dostoevsky, in general, it doesn't

i would like igor volgin read poetry. which opens this book and which he read wonderfully, better than me, read much more than yevtushenko, he liked them very much, here is such an epigraph, perm, the former city of molotov, now again a pen from the encyclopedia, and there is a mention of the newspaper gudok, here, my father was a war correspondent for the newspaper gudok, during the war, so here i mention this newspaper, i was born in the city of perm, i don’t remember perm, damn it, a railway hospital, an obstetric unit. i still dream of existence, not having left non-existence. the war year, naked, frank, life death, looking at the question imply. in the city where everything is unfamiliar to me, where the ballet is packed with us, a hotel named after the people's commissar, like an anti-tank cocktail, at the edge of an untouched life, i survive with other children, i am a muscovite conceived under bombs, and born in the city of perm, where blissfully...