Dovlatov Biography Death

I have to report some details of my biography, otherwise a lot will remain unclear. I will do it briefly, a dotted line. Fat shy boy mother self -criticized the theater and works as a corrector friendship with Alesha Lavrentiev, who comes to Ford Alyosha Shalit, I am entrusted with educating him then they will take me to the cottage, I became smarter and more read, I know how to please adults with black courtyards for a dream of dreams of strength and impassive funeral The dead cat behind the sheds is my tombstone, which caused the tears of Jeanne, the daughter of an electrician I can speak, tell endless deuces of indifference to the exact sciences of the joint training of Alla Gorshkova My Long Language Epigrams, a heavy burden of sexual innocence, I send four poems to the Leninsky Sparks newspaper.

One, of course, about Stalin. Three - the first stories about animals. They are published in the children's magazine "Bonfire". They remind the worst things of average professionals with poetry is over forever. With innocence - also a certificate of maturity. Production experience is a printing house of the name of the Volodarsky cigarette, wine and male conversations growing craving for plebs.

That is, literally not a single intelligent friend. University named after Zhdanov. It sounds no worse than the "Al Capone University" Student Literary Exercises Endless Obracasenovki Unhappy Love, who ended in marriage with young Leningrad poets - Rhine, Naiman, Brodsky, a new creative rise. Stories, vulgar to extreme. The topic is loneliness. Consistent surroundings - a party.

Turning the ribs of the subtext. Hemingway as an ideal literary and human short -lived boxes of a divorce, marked by a three -day drunken agenda from the military registration and enlistment office three months before, I left the university. In the future, I talked about the reasons for leaving - vaguely. Mysteriously concerned certain political motives.

In fact, everything was easier. Four times I passed the German exam. And every time it failed. I did not know the language at all. Not a single word. In addition to the names of the leaders of the world proletariat. And finally they kicked me out. I, as usual, hinted that I was suffering for the truth. Then I was drafted into the army. And I got into the convoy guard.

Obviously, I was destined to visit hell, however, as the people who knew him closely, the Dovlatov women ... was afraid! And in the life of the writer there were only two passions: one - Asya - he loved, and the second - Elena - was obliged to everyone.

He met Asia Pekurovskaya on the Filfakovskaya staircase. Dovlatov loved her madly, but Asya, who soon gave birth to his daughter Masha, preferred to the loser Sergei, who was expelled from the university, more successful Vasily Aksyonov, whose novels were already published in the Yunost magazine. When she announced to Dovlatov that she was leaving, he first threatened with suicide.

Seeing that this does not help, locked himself with his beloved in the room, instructed her a gun and shouted that he would kill her if she did not stay with him! But Asya was adamant - and the desperate Dovlatov lowered the trigger ... fortunately, his hand trembled, and the bullet went into the ceiling. Hearing a shot, his mother burst into the room, and Pekurovskaya managed to run away.

She did not return anymore. Dovlatov, as he later wrote, noted the departure of his beloved woman with a three -day drunk. Only 18 years later, Asya decided to show Dovlatov a daughter, but he was cold to her child-Masha was too similar to his mother, who once abandoned him. Now Dovlatov’s eldest daughter lives in San Francisco and writes slogans for posters, earning for each as much as her father did not receive in his entire life.

They say that he would never realize himself, if not for the second wife - Elena. Closed and silent, she possessed the masculine character, which was so lacking in Dovlatov himself. Although he writes that his wife was not at all interested in his prose, it was she who scored a complete collection of his works on the print typewriter with her own hands. Sergey was enough for one movement of the Lenin eyebrows to understand: the story needs to be redone.

It was she who, they say familiar families, made all important decisions in his life. Despite the fact that once they temporarily dispersed, Lena continued to live in his apartment with his mother and their daughter Katya. Once Lena said to Dovlatov: “Here you have a stubborn shirt, and sign on a piece of paper that you do not mind the departure of your daughter to America.” And he signed!

According to some reports, Emigration was also set up by Elena. It all started with the little things - Sergey went to accompany Lena and Katya at the airfield, where he waved his scarf after them for a long time. Because of the icy wind, his throat immediately fell ill, and he called the Altai self-propelled barge, where he then worked as a watchman so that he was offended for him, and he went home.

Without waiting for the doctor, he actively engaged in self -medication - he drank vodka. Therefore, the doctor who arrived instead of sick leave stated alcohol intoxication from Dovlatov. At this time, on a barge, the working clock was offended and recorded in his name - and this was a natural forgery, for which the authorities later deprived of work.Further - more: after dismissal over him, the threat of being arrested for parasitism hung, from which he was saved in a very original way.

He bribed a familiar journalist for a bottle of vermouth, who was sitting on the ground floor and looking for policemen who came for Dovlatov. According to this signal, Dovlatov closed the door to the Skokold and climbed under the blanket - so he managed to hide for a long time. However, in addition to the police, the KGB also hunted for him, where they learned about the publication of Dovlatov’s works abroad, which he himself did not even suspect!

They grabbed him during one of the exits to the store - and in prison the KGB colonel started a conversation with him from afar: “Sergey Donatovich, do you love your wife? Your daughter? You are published abroad?