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In one of his books written in prison, Limonov recalls all pomershih acquaintances, including Joseph Brodsky. And can not understand, why the last such podlyanu he threw, writing in the annotations to the books that were supposed to issue in the U.S., they say, the type of Limonov in Russia is well known - it Svidrigailov.
«Lemons talented, but turn away ...»
S. Dovlatov
windy night of 1994 I spent the night at a party at Maxim Mirsky, a better dancer Ptuch Club, a large two-bedroom apartment near a subway Shchukinskaya. (Flats Max then sold that did not bring him happiness, but that's another story.) Ibid I first read "Eddie." I remember, I could not tear myself away. By morning brutally sleepy. Leafed through some of the pages for speed. After closing the books left a strange feeling: that swallowed a piece of juicy melon, simultaneously discovering that he was sitting near the semi-decomposed dead dog. Later read another book - "The Diary of a scoundrel." Remember how the lyrical hero in the morning looks at the toilet my stools. Theme feces in Russian literature, thus, novelist Lemons opened slightly earlier writer Sorokin.
Somewhere in 1989 I met with Yevgeny Bachurin, the famous bard and artist. In the 60 Bachurin composed hit the "Tree of you my tree, and on his canvases portrayed cold urban landscapes. Once he launched into a recollection of Limonov. "He's good poems composed, - hot Bachurin - and correctly written: We had a great age! "On the eve of just got the story Limonov was the title of one of "thick" journals. From the story, I understand that daddy lyrical served in the NKVD. Bachurin gave Copier limonovskih read poems. Cut lines: "My dear land, I will tell you the Russian" shit! "- Or something like that.
But even earlier, in autumn 1988 the first, I was in St. Petersburg, Sergei Firsov, owner of the a large music library underground Russian rock, I rewrote the punk group "Civil Defence". In the same room talking with the owner, Mikhail Borzykin, the leader of the popular band "TV", the author of a greyhound's hit "Your father - the fascist" and said: "Perhaps he had not read Schopenhauer, but I know for sure - Your father a fascist! "Twenty-odd years later Borzykin performs the same song with the words" Your Putin - a Fascist! "And then, in a room Firsov Borzykin drank tea, ate pie and talked about Paris. I would also like pâté, but the table was not invited. Caught the eye of the emigre publication Limonov: "Teenager Savenko. Waiting for the rewritten "coffin", I read. The book realistically describes the suffering polovosozrevayuschego teenager. From reading a little felt sick, though, may feel sick just from starvation. Firsov, incidentally, came to prose Limonov as a possible character, but Borzykin - a hero of another novel.
In 1990, I hung out in the biggest Moscow's squat - in Petlyury in Petrovsky Boulevard. Among other squatters lived there a group okolohudozhestvennyh informals fueled by special interest to all true Aryan. From someone of them heard: Lemon with Dugin not organize the party, not the assault units. Dugin - is a popular philosopher Eurasia, looks like a well-fed priest who passed by a church service to the secret. One day, while under strong exposure to various substances, my colleagues and I began to argue about Hyperborea, and the theory of eternal ice. I cried: "Friends! All this smacks of fascism Nazism, crystal night and smashing! »
But friends laughed in response
and exclaimed:" Sasha! No! No!
Our Limonov - the dreamer
plus excellent writer,
And besides - a wonderful poet! »
Even earlier, I can not remember the year I was in love with Russian girl, N. from Paris, the granddaughter of a famous dissident emigrated to France. Her family Gorbachev released from the Soviet Union in 1986, at the personal request of Mitterrand. In the perestroika N. began dropping in Moscow, torn Mythogenic between the past and the liberal-capitalist future. N. told about the sensation produced by the mod Limonov in Paris mid-80's. Appearance International dudes she described like this: a white suit, purple boots, pink hair. Interestingly, the writer Limonov was still not fond of wearing camouflage или уже примерял парамилитарную униформу перед зеркалом в гардеробе? С автоматом по Парижу он точно не бегал, но пописывал в правопостмодернистскую газетку and easily sent to hell for all those who refused to admire his work. Brodsky, one he never sent, probably sensed: Brodsky himself to send able, will not find it.
the summer of 1994, along with French journalist Pierre Dozom for many years has lived in Moscow, we were sitting in the bar dumb APN pending of a journalist with Channel One, who wanted to shoot dokfilm about "civil defense", by the time of the anarcho-punk turned into in natsbolskuyu. Its leader, Yegor Letov began to look like raznochinets-populist and became friends with Limonov. Pierre described how during the 1993 coup, has agreed to interview Limonov and have a night wandered around the White House, watching old women with slogans like "Yeltsin - Judas sold to Russia!", an Orthodox priest with an accordion, singing the Soviet songs around the campfire, gloomy fellows skinheads in camouflage, people from RNE in black shirts with sleeve emblems like the swastika, Bearded men with the black flag, and hundreds of banners, crazy grandfather with a red flag and a portrait of Lenin, as well as for some reason a group of people from the community Esperanto enthusiasts. Among this shizokonservativnogo circus suddenly drawn writer of the Russian land, surrounded by harsh men. Hearing Pierre, Limonov advised him the lam, is still alive - he remembered what Doz criticized his red-brown paper long before in France. Interviews somehow did not grow together ...
Then the bar pinned our TV reporter. After a half-hour conversation, it became clear - and there is hardly srastetsya! We pochapali the street, going to Komsomolsk Prospect podbreli to stall, a seller of rum women. "Look, Pierre - has shown me - you see that bearded, in a leather coat? A number of small, bespectacled, danced. True to Limonov look like? "-" This is Limonov "- smiled Pierre .- A bearded - Dugin!" Struck sudden materialization objects of our conversation, I silently stared at the sweet couple. They stood in a nearby stall where they sold beer. Perhaps in the queue Li Da Doo just negotiate development of the National Bolshevik Party and, say, engaging in it, besides Letov, other religious people underground, like Sergei Kuriokhin ... Dugin himself higher, fed, looked like a rustic Goering, and a short, Limonov - kaschenkovskogo Napoleon. My friend grimaced French. National Bolsheviks talked enthusiastically the fate of Russia. From the doorway nearby smelled of urine. "Come here!" - Pierre said. And we marched along the Komsomolsk toward metro Frunzenskaya. The sun blinded through the trees. We walked, walked and - father-light! - With Limonov, Dugin again marched in front of us, mysterious way behind! "So teleportation is possible "- just sighed and Pierre.
A little earlier, I do not remember the year, with my colleagues on the reggae band "Jah Division" that's what happened. Called them a boy and says: "Slyshte, bro! You have a drum set there, and we rock festival mutim. Bail out! We lend your drums and you have an hour will play! "the appointed day, drove the musicians to a rock festival. The group and among its fans had a few native-born Africans from Zimbabwe, Senegal and other fraternal republics of the Black continent. No sooner had the actors sit in their assigned dressing room, as there broke skinheads and good people marked born Africans. Musicians Nordic appearance still decided to play. And then they came on the scene.
And we saw banners hanging there, and red cloth banners on the walls: a white circle black hammer and sickle. Part of the fans came into this room - and was beaten again! But running musicians could not - drums on stage stand, and then they started playing something, but incoherent, out of tune, out of place. And a simple introduction to the song played twenty minutes without a break in a row! A leader of the group repeated the ominous incantation: "Jah Division arrived! Jah Division arrived! "Brewing scandal. And then on the scene Eduard Limonov emerged Veniaminovich that this gadyushnik and organized. "A man is sitting and drinking beer! - Much zagnusavil NBP leader in microphone brand gadskim voice .- A person is resting and drinking beer! And then you can not understand without a man! To the man come and say: clean up! I will bring order! The man will bring order here! "By Jah Division" safely drove away. Year in 1996 and in the night air of Echo of Moscow "Lemons stated: no fight at a rock festival and even more beatings musicians has never been ... Ha! Of course, it was not. Just black monkeys themselves cripple each other, they same with the palms recently dismounted from their animal smell, but not citrus.
last fifteen years limonovskaya charisma is spreading like a broken egg on red-hot skillet. Familiar artist Boris joined the party NBP, throw whiskey, began to wear black trousers, white shirt and suspenders criss-cross. Subsequently He, however, ran into a new batch of ECM under the shadow of duginskoy Brad. Li Da Du broke up, the first of the opposition to Yeltsin had gone into opposition to Putin, the second Putin love and prefer a more simple funding sources. Familiar litkritik D. Limonov has called the best Russian writer, "because he is sincere." Vyshetsitirovannye line about "the land - fucking" evoke the poet M. aesthetic emotion, turning into an epileptic orgasm. Meanwhile, the old man Limonych spent a couple of years in the dungeons, because it tried to buy the machines for the coup in Kazakhstan, and maybe he is not trying to buy, and the FSB itself something to sell, but the white-haired troublemaker in the end was prematurely released. In one of his books written in prison, Limonov recalls all pomershih acquaintances, including Joseph Brodsky. And can not understand why the last such podlyanu he threw, writing in the annotation to the book that should have been issue in the U.S., they say, the type of Limonov in Russia is well known - it Svidrigailov.
Mr Limonov, a writer! After all, you bragged about what killed the "Muslims" in Bosnia? Or is it just literature? Or is it not? Ryskov between Bohemia and attack aircraft, finding aktsionistskuyu courage, not lost if you wont conscience? Now you are organizing a "March of Dissent", had a quarrel with other organizers, I was imagining all that matters most to you - it is always be opposed, even in the company of those who are against it, still oppose them. Aged boy, the little Fuhrer, gall erotomaniac, narcissistic cynic - it is equally sour options.
And I absolutely do not feel sorry for you.
Alexander Dolphins, Berlin
2003-2011
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