Malyarov composer biography

Photo Archive A. Malyarov was born on April 21 in the village named after Shevchenko Berezovsky district of Odessa region. After graduating from the Kyiv Theater Institute, he worked as a director on Kyiv and Dnipropetrovsk television and television studios. In subsequent years, he wrote his first play in Subsequent years, the chief director of the Nikolaev television studio, as well as the director and deputy artistic director of the Nikolaev Russian Art Theater.

From G. Author of numerous stories, television centers, plays, stories and essays. He writes in Ukrainian and Russian. Three times the laureate of closed contests for the best play for the theater and for the radio. Member of the National Union of Writers of Ukraine G. Notes of Luzer's dead end here is a dead end. Hence the trains only return. For me - an image.

I am at a dead end, but I have nowhere to return. I pass the small waiting room; The air is heavy, at the restaurant door, the bag of Tuzit is a decent dressed pickpocket. The line turned away from the cash register, yawns. The area is empty, two clean puddles, an overturned garbage box, an apathetic dog. Two chiseled legs in orthopedic shoes are descended from the tidy door. Are you another applicant?

The voice of a silver test, in a gray look, wait. I sent this Cidula. Sit down while the driver pushes a beer. Back to the wheel. The Lane-Land is navigated by the city authorities, the courtyard of the radiotea center is a state building, but a one and a half meter gate in the gate-by anyone, smokes Volgly after yesterday's rain with sand. He takes his hands on the watch watch, a passerby stops, two journalists and a young man with a broom arise from under the ground-they are interested.

Even an elderly accountant in the heads of piles half leaned out of the window of a radioode, similar to a two -story toilet. A citizen in a monophonic suit comes out of the corner of the building at the television tower. The face is saddened, as if with white - familiar; He sighs. The motor stalls, the faces turn to the head, wait for instructions. He stomps on the spot, sighs still straining: - So we arrived?

To us, or what? TC-tits, also not bad. I am to eleven there. And the citizen is uncertainly, somplely wanders around the corner of the television center. Before that you are a stranger. We go along one-storypeckers for a long time, the sidewalk is covered with a sandy-sorted slurry. At the intersection, the women's team breaks the flower garden. The secretary leads a tour: - There was a tall temple.

By your arrival, with God's help, he was demolished. He was beautiful, but at the request of the workers, neither the pavilion with pies, nor the eatery with a stew. Bypassing the compressed crowd behind the turnstile, the girl in a businesslike manner leads me inside the plague hall, stops a shipyard or a cleaning lady, a masculine girl in an apron with prints of the top five and with a blame under the eye:-Hello, buttercup!

Is it difficult to combine the duties of bouncers? Lily seclm makes a pen: - We are a separate office. Oysters are in Frenburg, twice. Champagne with a white seal.

I stealthily touch the satellite elbow: - Not in the means and we will spoke. We are seated in a brisk place, they walk around us. The waitress-sutured explains to me:-Do not pay attention, she is in Nikolaev for cure. By eleven, all the same Lyalya is taking me to the regional committee. Instructs: - You are pretty. Young, involved. We will leave you to ourselves.

If you want to have a small carte blanche, do it like that. When the main ideologist will ask if Alexander Ivanovich knows you, you nod without a shadow of oscillations: Oh, yes! Well, the general, well, recently, in a huge office, we are ruled by the average fatness of a person of about forty. It is also powdered with flour or powder, also apocalyptically sighs and parse with a tooth.

The director of the studio hid in the corner. I remember that God created man in his image and likeness, I guess that the ideologist selects personnel in the same spirit. Should I breathe and do not have a teeth? But I'm only twenty -six years old. We found out my party affiliation. And then a decisive call by phone. The owner of the cabinet kindly buzzes into the phone, chuckles, as he dages his tooth, and forgets about sighs.

The telephone ends, the cabinet conversation continues: - Alexander Ivanovich knows you? Directors are left, but they are ordered to make a tour of the studio. In the absence of the shepherd, the whole parish was crowded in the film viewing hall, baking. Ba, not all. On the second floor, two retirees in political tunics are cut into chess. The neighboring door is ajar. A young old man with a pen in his hand is visible at the phone.

He thinks and sings: only on the Ingul only on this shallow did not eat us. You need to dig out and build a career here. Lyalya gives me the address of an old man-perch on the first transverse for a temporary overnight stay. Having jumped off the ejected lane, I think the armored gates in the wattle spokes of hops, wood and cherry. Adults are twenty cents, children - ten.

Once again, I cigaret it through a moat, I enter a dark gate. The door to the burdened veranda is low, tidy. I’m entering - immediately a knotted palm is enough for me by the scrotum and a soaked tenoku asks: “How many Santi do you have?” The fingered physiognomy smiles at all wrinkles: - Come on, the dogs called a lot, lent the matchmaker on Lenin, they steal more there.Exposing a muddy half -liter, the owner envies me that I do not know his witch.

After the second glass, rushes until she appeared from duty. After the third, it laments that I am the same shit as she: I do not want to drink anymore. And after the fourth, he waves a faceted glass at me. I leave almost out the window. I wander around the beaten dust, then on the slide on the asphalt, around the liquid, then bright lighting, one -story buildings, then the Khrushchev, state buildings - and everywhere dogs.

I spend the night, as befits the chief specialist, in the hotel, with all the remaining money. I think about tomorrow; The ends are chopped off, the bridges are burned and suddenly a neighbor by number sighs in relief: - You can only talk about life about life. By and large, no one knows anything about her. And this city is threatened with either shocks or earthquakes ...

I laugh to myself, I think: what if, rolling further into the province, I do not go down, but get up? Perhaps I will find a hat here?! Simplicity and unsteady knowledge of the applications is sometimes beneficial to us, simpleton. I never held such bills in my hands.