Victor Pronin Biography

We met a dozen years ago in Koktebel during the annual poetic holiday - the Koktebel Spring festival, dedicated to the birthday of April 15, one of the cohort of the brightest poets of the Silver Age - Nikolai Gumilyov. This, which immediately became international, organized a holiday at the beginning of the zero in all respects, in particular, having invested his own funds, the Crimean writer and public figure Vyacheslav Fedorovich Lozhko.

Viktor Alekseevich and I often found ourselves in the same group during 3 day joint performances. They took place as follows. At the opening, the Minister of Culture of Crimea and other officials traditionally performed with greetings. Then there was a rewarding of the winners of the award named after Gumilyova, after which the poetic marathon in the House of Culture "Yubileiny" followed.

The next day, small groups of participants usually performed at the school in the village. Shchebetovka, which is next to Koktebel, then in the Feodosia Museum. Green, and on the final day - in the library to them. Franco in Simferopol. And Viktor Alekseevich and I somehow immediately made friends. It may be because both, before seriously engaged in literary work, tried many other classes that have nothing to do with the difficulty of the writer.

Although then in Moscow they saw each other infrequently, each time there was a feeling that they had broken up, if not yesterday, then just recently. This usually happens between people of the “one group of blood”. We always talked for a long time - by phone, in the Nizhny Buffet of the Central House of Sciences, in the publishing house "At the Nikitsky Gate", which very actively issued his books that were in great demand or on the way home, where our paths diverged at the Bogovaya station - he went to the train, which was driving to the Bakovka stop, where he lived in the metro built to the next station.

"Polezhaevskaya." I must also note that, signing all the books that he gave me, he necessarily ended with the same phrase: “I wish you victories on all fronts.” And although I have never belonged to the category of readers who love detective literature, and he wrote in this genre, something much more significant was and remained in his books. He only used this genre to show the atmosphere of time in the country and the psychology of his heroes living in this atmosphere.

Behind this "glass" to the pleasure of the buffetchitz that it was noticeable, we stayed late, warming up, but very gradually. So gradually that at the end of our conversation on a third -party look looked as if they had just come in. Victor Alekseevich not only excellently owned a pen, but also the culture of a long feast. The title of my note about this five -volume was the beginning of one of the phrases of the master, which completely sounds like this: "The forgotten thought oppresses no less than the lost wallet." Of course, the author speaks of himself and the like, because, we agree, not every person’s forgotten thought is so depressing.

Probably mostly thinkers. And since every major writer is a thinker, such his sadness is understandable. The fact that Victor Pronin is a large writer is known for a long time, but his behavior does not give out this. Indeed, often a person who has published something, and even, if he was noted by criticism, carries himself “as a gift”, not always not always noticing.

Even the distant sounds of “copper pipes” affect his self -awareness. However, talking with Viktor Alekseevich, you will never think that in front of you is the same Pronin. Pronin, who wrote the story “Wems for Wednesdays”, which was shot by a famous, many favorite film “Voroshilovsky shooter”. He wrote the novel “Women's Logic”, which many now know, thanks to the television series of the same name.

His story “Gang” became the script for the television series “Citizen Chief” ... These and many other works have long been known to a wide reader’s audience not only in our country, but also far beyond its borders. Moreover, he loved and knew how to listen, which, of course, was a devil of a true intellectual. And he knew how to tell you so that you hear. It seems to be simple, but you will not forget.

Just like writing. Is it not true - Roman. What! And finished how! Its name, which, of course, immediately raises the question, the author explained as follows: “In the Hermitage, I somehow happened to see a whole stand with daggers for my left hand. In the Middle Ages, long duel swords were spread, sometimes they reached one and a half meters. And since people then lived a low sprout compared to the current ones, the swords often turned out to be useless - when the duelists converged close, they could not hit each other.And the human thought invented short daggers for the left hand - so that you can inflict a mortal blow to the enemy from close range ...

”There is a story about these daggers, the variety of which really amazes the imagination, because some had a small barrel from pressing the button, sometimes a small barrel was attached to the blades, and the battle could be launched from the shot ... In addition, the wraps They differed in form: flat, faceted, wave -like ... In general, fantasy here did not know the boundaries.

Those that were related to the plot used the writer. Those that are not, as he himself calls them - extraneous thoughts, recorded separately. And when there were a lot of them, he arranged over the years and compiled a manuscript, which later became a book. The author placed them in the reverse countdown: he began from the year when he gave the manuscript to the editorial office and continued the past, before, and further, approaching, according to him - "to a long -standing to himself, almost forgotten." But since the five -volume ends with the short notes of G, and this, although the young, is no longer young, the writer, it is unlikely that it makes sense to adhere to the chronology of the birth of each of the thoughts.

Therefore, we will do this - to open it arbitrarily and read it. When Viktor Alekseevich gave me each of the volumes, sometimes he said that it was not worth reading more than two pages a day. Most likely I had in mind that you should not read quickly - this is not a novel, and here you need to delve into each phrase separately. Of course, the author is right - here, that neither the phrase, then a separate plot, or even a whole novel.

However, I could not restrain myself, and on the day I read significantly more, returning to the already read, making bookmarks in order to show later people close to me. The whole charm of such reading is that these records do not need these records-each of us will read them in his own way, at some moments caught himself thinking that he thought about something like that, but the writer expressed it for you.

Well, of course, we learn here a lot for ourselves new in the approach to a particular phenomenon. I usually lose both both. And it is still unknown which of them is more vicious, who is more chaste. Like a wife with new spirits. And don't be mistaken, guys. Our desires are always younger than ourselves. Like memories. What work can be! So, they have not been poured for a long time. And even admire it.

This is almost the same as love professionally. However, some like both. Moreover, he himself, evaluating himself, also proceeds from his position. And he composes not for the sake of work itself, not for money even, but for the sake of the influence and the money that again gives the position. Since this public also has literary positions - the secretary of the board, the editor -in -chief, the director of the publisher, then they, if they do not understand, they probably suspect that the position is the strongest side of their talent, since often without a position they will be interested in their famous works.

I caught myself thinking that if I did not stop quoting, I will quote all the records of the book.

It was very difficult to switch from page to page. I wanted to bring everything in a row, which would be wrong. And so I took something from every year. I hope that I conveyed the essence of the author’s plan. I will give only the final lines of the five -volume: “Well, here, in fact, that's all, dear reader. You turned the last page of the last fifth volume of my notebooks, which I called, not without pranks, "dagger for my left hand." There were other options for names, for example, “Get up, you are alive!

I do not regret ... If this happened, then this should have happened ... ”Probably, I should finish my own impressions of the five -volume, because you can’t say better than its author. But how are the master right, when he notices: "A sublime alarming is a temptation - to write about yourself." Therefore, not being able to abandon such a temptation, I will continue a little about myself.

When I read the books, and then wrote this note, I constantly thought about the skill of the master to say concisely. Then I had the first book of prose, which I also gave him. Taking this book, he carefully read my warm inscription, nodded in approval. Then he looked at the section “Content” how the book was published ... Then he arbitrarily opened some page and began to read.

I read and said: “Why do you write with such long paragraphs. This makes it difficult to read because you are depriving the idea of ​​dynamics. Write in short, and people will be able to read to the end. Look how I have it. ” I looked. And since then I have been writing shorter, for which I am very grateful to the master, because it disciplines the thought.

Yes, and there is someone to take an example from, what, I think, each of us is once again convinced, reading his next book. Having received a manuscript from me, the next day I called with an absolutely unexpected offer made in a very delicate form - I will object if I write a few words instead of a preface. Well, who would object to such a proposal to the famous master. And so I have the books presented by him, the preface to my book and the bright memory of my comrade.