Never I didn't consider myself talented. About his writing I think not much, but I am competent and hard-working.
I never no one listened, no dur, nor smart, otherwise I wouldn't write even a "Crocodile".
I haven can't get used to the rudeness and stupidity of publishers.
Stranger whether trends I in their children's poems. Not at all! For example, the trend "Moidodyr" - passionate appeal little to clean the washing. I think that in a country where not so long ago about any cleaning teeth said "Gee, Gee, see, Jew! "this trend is worth all the rest.
I almost only
storyteller of all childhood by contemporary writers, the only storyteller 150 000 000 and write one tale every three years.
Here am I, if on the road was not acquainted with all the people, not in his coupe, but in General the car, but not in the same car, and the whole train, with all the passengers, how many of them there, even with the driver, fireman and guard in the bargain, I would not be me. I'm restless, fidgety, talkative and curious.
No, when creating children's poems
count on inspiration not.
What gets Plenum
in children's literature. To speak, I will not. If I spoke, I turned to the young poets with a single question: why are you so incompetent? This speech was very short, but I have nothing more to say.
I, of course, every time could put these poems:
Cheerful, affectionate and beautiful -
Bunny was in the co-op,
but this does not allow me my literary conscience.
Now I'm going
in the people's Commissariat of meat and dairy industry to read to children.
Why is the "Fly-Buzzing" the spider is so close to his fly. This can cause children erotic thoughts. Why gnat uniform of a hussar? The children, seeing gnat in hussar uniform, immediately grieve about monarchical system? Why boy "Moidodyr" ran to the Tauride garden? Indeed, in the Tauride garden was the State Duma. Why hero "Crocodile" name is Vanya Vasilchikov? No relation is he a Prince Vasilchikov, which seems to be under Alexander II held some important post? And not if there is a Crocodile disguised Denikin?
N. K. Krupskaya blames Crocodile because he tradesman. But who needs that he was a proletarian?
Read that Americans write about Thick, or the French about Chekhov, or the British about Maupassant and you will understand that spiritual rapprochement of Nations is a conversation of the deaf.
We had a hedgehog. He died. We buried him. And he walked away from the grave after two hours.
And did you know why a DOE named his daughter Gertrude? Because for him this name meant the Hero of the Work.
And aswhat "chukomina", I have a dissenting opinion. I, for one, think that this word cannot swear.
That letter made itneed to start it with the words "We live well, happy happy life, but... " and any further content.
Bastards
first of all fools. To be a good much more fun, entertaining and ultimately practical.
It is difficult to prove the vulgar that he was vulgar, and the scoundrel that he was a bastard.
It seems to meneed to sign below the photograph: ANNA AKHMATOVA AND BORIS PASTERNAK. When I saw the headlines: "A. Akhmatova", I thought it was a typo or that the case is about the other person. Due to the fact that they were on the film, they have not lost their rights to be called names.
When reading poetryto kill is possible only in one case: if a house caught fire! Other reasons I don't know!
I don't love myself
during the dispute, and therefore prefer to write.
Children
live in the fourth dimension, they are kind of crazy for a solid and stable phenomenon for them shaky and fragile, and fluid.
In childhood I was sure that the word "Creator" foreign and translated into English it means "the sculptor".
Not every superintendent dare to write an order "prohibiting tenants pollution stairs cats".
I repeat:
verbal punches developed since ancient times, the astute class of officials for the specific forms of deception, which is called rubbing points. I never could understand why some such language called oak, and other carded because they offend and oak, and cloth.
Remember,
how scared I was outraged when young people, as if in collusion with each other, became instead good-bye to say why yet.
I don't like thingsI am not sorry neither stolen dresser, no closet, no lights, no mirrors, but I love myself that is stored in these things.
Of course I don't really like it when I call one of the oldest writers of our country. But nothing can be done: I write and print for nearly seventy years. When I mankind invented the automobile, airplane, electric light, radio, TV.
My health mysteriously.
Disease
is the poods, and opens the valve.
With me is the same
that with all decrepit old men: fatigue, brain weakness and in addition weakened legs. My long walks belong to the distant past, when I was 75-85 years.
To die is not so bad
as I think. I studied the technique of dying, you know what they say and do die and that is after their funeral. In 1970 Lucha will say it was when my grandfather, in an apartment by the time invade a bunch of things, but, say, the lamp will remain. And you will see the obituaries in "Netgazeti" and "Week". And in 1975, will suddenly discover that I was miserable, much hyped writer (as it is actually) - and I will put on the shelf.
Source:
Esquire
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