Dating Viktor Vlasov writer. Victor Vlasov: “I would like to publicly apologize to Natalya Yakovleva and her daughter. The Lord gave us a talent: taking an oath to defend the Motherland

V iktor V LASOV (Omsk)

T R I R S S T A L

About the author: Victor Vitalievich Vlasov, 23 years old.
Graduated from the Moscow Institute of Foreign Languages ​​(Omsk branch). Consist it in the literary association named after. Yakov Zhuravlev, led by a member of the Union of Writers of Russia N. Tregubov, also visitingnoclasses of the Union of Russian Writers headed by A.E. Leifer. Currently working at secondary school No. 77 in Omsk as an English teacher.
Published five books:





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Published five books:
For the first, the story "Red Lotus" about medieval Japan, in 2007 became a laureate of the regional youth award named after F.M. Dostoevsky.
He worked in America under an exchange program with foreign students. The result of the trip was the second book - travel notes “On the Other Side of the Sky”.
The third fantasy book is "The Nozgoth Saga".
The fourth included: “Red Lotus” and “Beyond the Sky.”
The fifth book is realistic stories and novellas “Third in Command.”
Published in the literary and artistic magazine "Overcoming", the literary almanac "Skladchina", in the international online magazine "Russian Globe", the online magazine "Shining World", collaboration nowith the editors of the newspaper "Pyramid".
Published five books:
For the first, the story “Red Lotus” about medieval Japan, in 2007 he became a laureate of the regional youth award named after F.M. Dostoevsky.
He worked in America under an exchange program with foreign students. The result of the trip was the second book - travel notes “On the Other Side of the Sky”.
The third fantasy book is "The Nozgoth Saga".
The fourth included: “Red Lotus” and “Beyond the Sky.”
The fifth book is realistic stories and novellas “Third in Command.”
Published in the literary and artistic magazine "Overcoming", the literary almanac "Skladchina", in the international online magazine "Russian Globe", the online magazine "Brilliant World", collaborates with the editors of the newspaper "Pyramid".

IRON MAN

Old maples, almost close to the metal fence, hid the two-story brick building of the kindergarten, which was repurposed into a physical training club called “Olympia.” The club employed many well-known Muay Thai, wrestling and weightlifting coaches in the city; not only real athletes, but more ordinary bodybuilding enthusiasts, including me and my father, were involved in sports.

The asphalt, loose from time to time, became wet from prolonged September rains. The sand on the football ground was mixed with mud. The gate was knocked into a puddle by a pack of local boys who felt like they were the masters of the territory of the Television Village.

Muay Thai fighters and wrestlers trained on the ground floor of the building. From the left and right wings of the corridor came the sounds of hitting the training bag, slapping leather paws, falling on the tatami and the voices of two honored coaches of Omsk, who always encouraged.

Hearing heavy footsteps on the stairs, everyone knew that He was walking. Its move, heavy, like that of a caterpillar tractor, echoed with the slaps of the wet soles of its tarpaulin boots in the corridor. Then scrapes on the railing of the small staircase indicated that a wide duffel bag had to be adjusted because it did not fit into the aisle.

Vovan is coming, or what? - swept through the hall.

Yes, it's him! From the threshold, the round-faced, good-natured Vova Novogorov looked appraisingly, squinting one eye. A green-brown jacket with a wool lining fitted a huge figure. His khaki pants, very wide due to the volume of his hips, were frayed at the knees (when he did deadlifts, he pulled the barbell, touching them). The tongues were sticking out of the tarpaulin boots, the laces were missing - I didn’t like tying them. One day he was trying to tie his shoelaces. Forcefully squeezing his stomach with his chest, he became angry: the blood rushed to his head, his cheeks turned red, and it became difficult to breathe. Finally, in a rage, Vova broke his laces.

Throwing a black sports bag from his shoulder onto his hand, the big man loudly greeted those present in the hall. Rubbing his feet on the mat, he walked with confident, long strides into the locker room, from where shouts of greetings could be heard. Everyone wanted to shake his hand first, to express admiration for his amazing size and shape. Vova understood that the admiration was comic, but like anyone big man, by nature, was born kind, so he shrugged off jokes or simply smiled. He weighed a little less than one and a half centners, was a strong athlete, having fulfilled the standards of a master of sports five years ago, and now visited the gym to keep in shape. Having taken off his jacket and changed into sneakers, he went to lift heavy weights. I never took off my sweatshirt or my pants. At first we looked at each other, and then asked:

Why?

“I don’t want them to jinx it,” he answered, smiling.

You can place a bucket of water on his stomach and a glass on his chest. He didn’t have any complexes even when representatives of the fair sex appeared in the gym. A firefighter by profession, he had a lot of anecdotes, stories from the lives of famous Olympic heavyweights, as well as his own professional humor from firefighters.

The ceiling collapsed on my two partners, the floor almost collapsed. I grabbed both of them by the edge of the uniform just in time. You see my hands are big. In fact, in a fire, even things that shouldn’t burn burn. Tanks on Svetly, remember the recent fire, and they were burning.

How are you coping, Vladimir? – one girl shook her head.

Easily! – Vova waved his hands recklessly. “They put me on fire in the middle of the night, I’m like a cucumber!”

Over many years of training, he knew how to properly go on and off a diet, effectively pump up muscles using special supplements, kept in his head training programs that were developed to train champions, and much more that marked him as a professional athlete.

And today, watching a beginner who chose dumbbells that were not his own weight for training, used a clearly unbearable pace, and therefore was breathing heavily and sweating, Vova noticed, smiling ironically:

The breathing is weak. You need to run, like I do in the winter, across the field... have you seen the field near the garages? But before reaching us from Staraya Moskovka? My legs go knee-deep in the snow, but the main thing is to keep running. Of course, it’s hard, but with every step it will become easier, you know!

Are you sick, Vladimir, after winter snowy runs? – one of the girls asked, fascinated by his strength and endurance.

Diseases bounce off me like lead shot. I used to run around in just a T-shirt and shorts in late autumn. The rain fell, I came, drank some warm chamomile grass and nothing. This can be cured with herbs. If you complain about illness, ask me.

Now I wanted to do abs. There is no one to help, hold your feet on the bench.

Went!

His namesake, ten years ago a strong heavyweight, and now an old man in good shape, constantly competed on results, insulting him with words this way and that, and the big man Novogorov endured and listened in silence for a long time, but one day he took him by the collar and asked menacingly:

Whose puppy is this?

There was laughter in the hall.

No one except the coach dared to object to him. Vladimir Novogorov was respected and feared. The listener’s face took on a respectful expression even when he was instructing on his path and giving advice that was not always to his liking. What can you say against it, Vova is so huge, he’ll kill you in one hit.

Vovan lifted impressive weights; he could even talk while squatting with a barbell of two hundred and fifty kilograms. Adjusting his back and arms to the rough bar, he, pursing his lips and noticeably tensing, attracted our attention:

I don’t have any equipment, so I could show you better results. At most I landed from three hundred kilos two or three times. Sometimes I would sit down four times, then lift the fifth, like a jack, slowly but surely, strength depends on mood and nutrition. For me, it's better to overeat than not sleep enough.

Squatting with a barbell of two hundred and fifty kilograms, he observed the expressions on our faces in the mirror opposite the racks. He seemed to enjoy the astonished faces more than squats with heavy weights. His bench press was inferior to squats and deadlifts, so Vova, wanting to casually show his knowledge of Western weight measures, converted kilograms to pounds. His favorite exercise was the overhead press. The shoulders stood out especially in the sweatshirt compared to the chest. At the mention of his favorite exercise, a ray of pleasure flashed across his face, and if you stood in line behind him for this machine, then the expression was replaced by a combination of pride and patronage.

Vova was considered a master not only in weightlifting, but when a wrestling coach rose to the top, he, listing famous wrestlers, their merits, talked about the advantage of the relative strength of a wrestler over the dynamic strength of a weightlifter. He showed the Muay Thai trainer a left kick and a low kick, which is why he had respect among Muay Thai masters.

At the same time, Vova never boasted about his own strength and power, and did not try to make money from his unique abilities. One day, a young, broad-shouldered and strong guy appeared at the club and offered paid security services during classes; Vova, who was present at that time, said that he could guard the club for free, as long as they fed him bread and milk. The young grabber had to retreat.

Often, standing in front of a mirror and doing a fly-over with dumbbells on the shoulders, I would say:

Bodybuilding or death, there is no third option!

Tensely squeezing out the words, he swore to himself and to us that he would play sports until the end of time. We couldn’t even imagine that he was unlucky in his personal life and the only activity he could do in his free time was sports.

Suddenly, our giant stopped going to the gym for a long time, and when he came, we saw a completely different person who did not care about developing huge muscles or a special diet.

This, as one good friend of Vladimir said, happened during a fire. Fearless Vova was lifted on a mechanical platform to the third floor of a burning old house in Neftyaniki. Having kicked out the balcony door, the big man in a gas mask quickly but carefully walked into the walls that were buzzing under fire. The snake hiss and squeak of fire scared, but not Vova. Smoke obscured the view through the glasses of the gas mask. Suddenly, a dull voice came from the far room. The fireman immediately rushed to the sound of crying and found the following picture: a woman sobbing hysterically on the sofa, clutching a cat wrapped in a towel. Vova, having weighed the chances of getting the victim out, did not hesitate for a second. Taking off the gas mask, he took a deep breath, drawing as much air into his lungs as possible. Pulling a gas mask over the woman’s head, he tore the blanket off the sofa, wrapped her up, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder.

Don't miss the little animal! – he warned, breathing heavily.

Vova ran through a long corridor. Up ahead he noticed two figures in fireproof suits. Suddenly his legs became heavy - a falling beam that fell from the ceiling caught the fireman. Covering the woman with his own body, the big man fell...

Through the darkness before his eyes, he saw the faces of his partners. It turned out that Vova was in the hospital with poisoning and a back injury. Weakness in the muscles and emptiness in the head allowed only to shake hands with friends.

You are hero! – they proclaimed in one voice, putting juice and fruit on the bedside table. “She’s in the next room, she’s also caught some smoke.”

Quickly coming to his senses, Vova began to visit Marina, that was the woman’s name. It so happened that he fell in love. The feelings were serious and mutual. The wedding took place immediately, as soon as we left the hospital.

Now Vova rarely came to the gym. He behaved quietly and did not joke with anyone. Having lost weight, changed, and somehow calmed down, he slowed down the frantic rhythm of his classes and took on light weights. The guys joked - he was saving energy, now he had the opportunity to use his enormous power for another purpose.

"GREENPEACE"

The hot swimming season began a long time ago, but we have never gone to the Irtysh.

I love trips to the river - they are always accompanied by barbecue and fun swimming. In the middle of the week we went to the Irtysh with the whole family.

The shore of the Irtysh not far from the landfill on Svetly is much cleaner than the city beach, and on weekdays there are almost no noisy groups with constantly squealing children. While dad was lighting the grill, mom prepared thin lavash leaves to wrap soft pork kebab, a jar of finely chopped onions and spicy Bulgarian sauce. Everyone was busy, including me: I drew three-meter-long stripes on the sand, jumped and broke my own record every time. But pretty soon I got bored with this kind of activity - competing with myself is not interesting.

Will the kebab be ready soon? - I asked, and, having received a negative answer, I decided to continue physical exercise, but changing the sport. Running ended up in this moment on time. After running about a kilometer along the shore, I returned, climbed up a gentle slope into a clearing, where a fire was burning near the car and a barbecue was being prepared. The parents were not alone - they were fussing nearby stranger with a huge plastic trash bag. In a cap with sunglasses on top, in a faded green T-shirt and long tattered pants, a man of about thirty-five to thirty-eight; he collected garbage left behind by vacationers. His face, tanned and covered with stubble, changed expressively: he said that he worked all day long, collecting garbage in heaps, sorting waste. Some of the garbage has to be burned, but some can be handed over to collection points.

The authorities promised to help,” he said, lighting a cigarette. - On the weekend. Visitors leave so much trash behind! Pigs are people, is it really difficult to remove waste? I’m tired of wandering around and collecting every day, many vacationers understand how hard it is for me, they pour in change and treat me.

The father climbed into the car, collected some change in the glove compartment, and gave it to the garbage collector.

You are Greenpeace! – the father cheerfully called our stranger.

“That’s a good nickname,” he nodded approvingly. - Actually, I’m Yashka!

How long have you been working?

Recently.

We started chatting. The meat is burning,” my mother suggested.

Yashka disappeared for a while, returning with a piece of tulle and asked me to help. He, holding the edges of one side of the tulle, entered the Irtysh and handed the other edge to me. We deployed a makeshift drift against the current and gradually brought it to the shore.

Keep it lower,” Yashka warned, “otherwise nothing will come of it.” Sweep smoothly towards the shore. Be careful when lifting by the edges - the tulle is old and will tear!

I picked it up and so did he. Small fish fought and jumped in the delirium.

The ear will be nice! – he said joyfully. - Maybe he's tired?

I have never caught fish, let alone with a net, or even with a fishing rod. Listening to friends boasting about their wonderful catch, I always dreamed of going fishing and then cooking fish soup. I became very interested. During several visits to the Irtysh we caught a considerable number of good fish. Throwing the catch into the sand pit, they continued fishing with excitement.

The time for barbecue came, and my parents invited me, as well as the guest. Yashka was incredibly happy. While eating a delicious kebab, he asked for some salt:

If you salt the fish, you can eat it anyway without boiling water and potatoes and onions. “It has a soft skeleton,” Yashka explained. And he asked for one favor:

- Brother, could you bring me some pants or a T-shirt? I work a lot and have no time to go shopping for clothes. Here you have to go far for cigarettes, not just for things. Last time I got wet and got sick. The bosses swore, saying, why are you messing around?!

I’ll bring it, of course,” the father agreed. – Will you be here this weekend?

It should be.

He spent the whole day with us, telling jokes, telling jokes, sharing hiking stories. True, he periodically went to other cars that had arrived and asked people not to leave garbage. Yasha lived on the shore in a hut. We didn’t ask how it happened that he turned into a homeless person, but it was clear that the guy’s life was not easy. Yasha casually said that he went through a hot spot, was wounded, and now no one needs him, since he is disabled.

As we left, we said a warm farewell to our new acquaintance.

Come and meet us like family! Goodbye, Vityan, you are a good guy!

Be healthy, Greenpeace!

Leaving the shore was complicated by the fact that it had rained heavily the day before, and when turning around, my father’s car fell into a deep clay rut - the Zhiguli was stuck up to its belly in the mud. For several minutes my father unsuccessfully tried to get out, accelerating forward and backward, but nothing worked. My mother and I went out onto the road and tried to push the stuck car out of the rut. I didn't have enough strength. Mom was seriously angry, reproaching her father for finding the only dirt on the road. Indeed, there were no such puddles anywhere nearby, only ours. The father remained amazingly calm, which irritated the mother even more:

So what's now? Go to other vacationers and ask them to help us, but who would climb into such knee-deep mud?

Damn, well, you're in trouble! Oh, I hear someone screaming. I see you are sitting in a rut. Why didn't you call me, bro?

With our joint efforts, we managed to push the Zhiguli out of the dirty sticky hole onto the road. The price of victory was absolutely dirty, knee-deep in clay slurry, my and my mother’s legs, and our new friend’s torn pants. Thanks to our assistant, his father gave him two tens, a large piece of fried chicken and tomatoes.

Now, bro, you owe me pants - any pants or sports pants, as long as they are not torn.

Having said goodbye to Yashka, we parted for almost a month, because the next day my mother and I were going on vacation to the sea. My father came to Greenpeace without us, but the guy wasn’t on the shore.

On the day of our appearance on the shore, Yashka did not appear nearby. While mom was sunbathing, we went in search of our Greenpeace. My father walked along the shore to an overgrown part of the beach, where no one had ever swam, and I went deeper into the willow thickets. The direction of my search turned out to be correct - having gone deep into the thickets, I saw a fabric canopy of a makeshift lair. Near the bushes, where all sorts of things lay - cans, bottles, rags - our friend was doing magic. Yashka did not expect to see me, he was embarrassed and reluctantly greeted me, without raising his eyes.

Are you relaxing?

Yes,” I nodded.

Thanking him for the clothes he brought, he hurried to collect the trash.

Come if anything happens, we are in the same place,” I said and hurried to return to my parents.

We didn't see Yashka again.

The rains prevented us from spending time on the Irtysh for a long time. Then the cold came. The wind and slush drove away thoughts of hot summer.

Sometimes I am visited by sad thoughts about the fate of Greenpeace, the homeless Yashka, who probably did not become like this of his own free will? Where does he wait out the winter and how does his life turn out?

FREEDOM

Misha came from Petropavlovsk to Omsk to study. WITH vocational school I haven’t decided yet, but I managed to rent an apartment through advertisements right away. I found an inexpensive room in Amur. I spent the first week searching for an educational institution. It must be said that the guy, unlike many of his peers, was not white-haired. He was good at welding, worked with a drill and grinder, and knew how to mix mortar and lay brick. Having chosen an educational institution to his liking, he submitted the documents and was idle, waiting for classes to start. What a pity that there was no person nearby who would need his knowledge and skill. Misha did not despair and decided to change his field of activity from repair to security - a private pharmacy was opening next to the house, where a watchman was needed. He hurried to go there and offer services. The pharmacist, a woman of about forty, looked appraisingly at him, young and full of determination, and nodded approvingly, asking only how long he would like to get a job. The guy had never been a watchman and said that he would guard it permanently. The young man’s determination inspired Maria Petrovna. She called the owner of the pharmacy and happily reported that a security guard had been found for a permanent job. Good cheerful woman showed the premises of an apartment equipped for a pharmacy.

Don't open the door for anyone! Here's the key. There are different ones: “Open it, we’ll talk” don’t work! It's warm here, but in the morning the air cools down. You bring a blanket, a pillow, food, and take out the folding bed from the built-in closet. The phone is at your service, just don’t call to another city, otherwise the boss will scold you.

Misha didn’t have any friends or acquaintances in Omsk yet, so the phone was of no use. He became terribly interested in wandering between the display cases filled with different boxes, tubes and packs. He realized that the job could not be simpler, especially since the pharmacy opened only in the morning, and at night there would be no one in it.

Misha was punctual like a German! Exactly at eight o'clock in the evening he showed up, bringing with him everything necessary for rest, food and something more - a portable DVD -player to make time go faster and more exciting. The manager and the pharmacist have finished laying out medications on display cases for today, checking piles of registration sheets and other documents. He was left alone in a large room and felt like a real master; I didn’t want to sleep at all because of the surge of energy. The guy looked at the drugs, studied the instructions on the packages - he gained medical knowledge, it was strange to read the names of famous herbs in English and Latin languages, he inhaled their fragrant aroma with pleasure. I watched new films on a fashionable table, at which a very important person would probably sit. In a word, I felt like the owner of the pharmacy.

Misha fell asleep for a short time - he woke up with pain in his back, noticed that lying was extremely uncomfortable, the folding bed was torn. He laid a lot of cardboard that was at the entrance on the floor, then unrolled the blanket. He noted that it was much more comfortable on the floor than on a narrow folding bed. I slept the rest of the night, and in the morning, hearing a loud knock, I opened my eyes. Behind the doors, under the piercing wind, stood the pharmacists - sellers.

How long have you been standing? – he asked guiltily.

About five minutes,” answered Maria Petrovna. – I thought: maybe what happened?! After all, the windows are without bars.

At night no one checked or called. Misha loved to experiment in his work, and he couldn’t resist: he took the key to the pharmacy, crossed the road and ended up at home. I set my alarm clock so I wouldn't be late. He always returned an hour before the pharmacists arrived.

The father arrived and gathered to celebrate his son’s successful employment. Misha called him to the pharmacy, and he took a good portion of the fun drink with him. They celebrated for a long time, almost until the pharmacists arrived. Misha quickly called his father out the door, and he pretended to be a buyer.

The pharmacy will open in a week,” said Maria Petrovna, looking at her father’s blue nose. - Come, we will wait.

Wow, so early for the “boyarka”!? - Misha was surprised.

It’s late,” Maria Petrovna smiled. – I worked in a pharmacy in Neftyaniki. They come there for the Product and early.

The father stayed for a day and went home.

What a sweet word - freedom, Misha thought. The next morning I came to the pharmacy and saw the door open. The blood suddenly rushed into my head, my temples squeezed as if in a vice. There was chaos inside, goods were scattered on the floor, display cases were broken, only the fire extinguisher remained on the wall, as it was hanging. They'll be coming soon! What will they say?

We must act! - Misha decided.

Going out into the street, I quickly found a group of drunks wandering around the courtyards. He began to bully - he reminded them of the failures of their life, and called them names. The reaction was not slow to manifest itself - they beat the guy nicely. I barely had time to return to the pharmacy when the pharmacists arrived.

What happened, Mishenka?

They tore off the door, swept it aside by the crowd - the tongue could hardly move. - Lost consciousness. How much time has passed?

I understood: there can be no absolute freedom; we must remember our own responsibility. He left the pharmacy, and often met Maria Petrovna when he went to study. When meeting, I tried to pass each other as quickly as possible - I felt guilty for what happened.

02-07-2014

Russian writer writes about Japan

Dmitry Karin.

Russian writer writes about Japan

In a previous interview with the writer Viktor Vlasov, published on the resource of the all-Russian glossy magazine “Our Youth”, as well as on “Velikoross”, the author speaks reverently about Japan, devoting a lot of his work to it. The Ekaterinburg publishing house “EI Aelita” has already published a novel about medieval Japan, “The Last Dawn,” and is preparing to publish its sequel, the story “The Red Lotus,” which turns out to have been written ten years earlier. She was awarded the Omsk regional literary prize named after F.M. Dostoevsky and issued to Vlasov by the chairman of the Union Russian writers Alexander Leifer. He suggested that the author tell us more about it, and also about his passion for the Land of the Rising Sun.

Dmitry Karin:

Victor, how is it that the story “The Red Lotus”, written a long time ago, is a continuation of the novel “The Last Dawn”, published only a year ago? For me, a journalist and teacher, this fact remains a mystery. Please tell us some history.

Victor Vlasov:

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, I wrote the story “The Red Lotus” in an ordinary school notebook with a square. It went something like this: at first I surprised my classmates with little stories about teachers and mutual friends, and then I wanted to really amaze them. I did it in about three months. The Russian language and literature teacher said that we need to show this thing to more competent people. Clear language and the plot is present, but she doesn’t really like Japan. It would be better, in her opinion, to start creative practice with something simpler, similar to the literature of Viktor Astafiev or Vasily Shukshin, for example. Frankly, I didn’t read much Russian classics back then, switching mainly to English, American and Japanese authors. The story “The Red Lotus” was kept in conservation until he entered the Institute of Foreign Languages. There I was more confident in myself - by that time I had written several fantasy books, also in notebooks. I rarely used the Internet, the modem Internet “56 kb” you yourself know how slow it is.

When I entered literary association named after Yakov Zhuravlev, then Nikolai Mikhailovich Tregubov, a member of the Union of Writers of Russia, helped publish the story “Red Lotus”. He edited it, and then Lev Trutnev helped write reviews about it when he noticed me at the Omsk regional literary seminar. Boris Ivanovich Lukin, then columnist " Literary newspaper“said at the results that he had never read anything more original in Omsk. This story had by that time been published in literary magazine“Overcoming”, in several of its issues, with comments by Tregubov and a review by Trutnev. Several artists specifically illustrated only it in the magazine so that their work was somehow connected with the work about Japan. Then for the first time I heard critical reviews, saying that I was doing literary work. If I talk about Japan, then I will no longer be a Russian author. But I was defended by Yuri Perminov, who asked my colleagues to give me a chance. Pavel Brychkov and Alexander Safronov spoke out against it, despite the fact that their colleagues praised the story. It’s the same with us: if they praise in one place, they immediately scold in the second! But soon the chairman of the SWP, Leifer, and his deputy, Alexander Degtyarev, awarded “Red Lotus” a literary prize.

We can talk about the story for a long time. But the backstory novel actually came out only a year ago.

D.K.:

So, the novel should have been talked about earlier? Let's talk again, right!? Tell us about the characters in the story. What prompted you to take Japan in the 16th century?

V.V.:

Japan in the Muromachi era is a time of contention between the real emperor and the self-proclaimed ones. One, let’s call it a “tiger,” pulled the “rope of power” in one direction, that is, in the first direction - towards Edo, now Tokyo, the second and third, in agreement, moved in the other direction. Kyoto and Nara were then cities where emperors were also waiting in the wings, but deprived of huge pieces of bread, impostors. Have you heard about the Alliance of Three Tigers? So, this union fell apart and every influential gentleman, while recruiting an army, dreamed of becoming the military ruler of Japan. Here they began to act behind the scenes and not just anyone, but ninjas - the most dangerous fighters-actors. This is where one of my fictitious ninja clans, the “Red Lotus,” comes to the aid of the real emperor. The masters of this dojo (the Zotaido brothers) serve the Edo Emperor by leading ninja troops. They pay off their sacred duty, rushing into mortal combat. One of them dies, I sincerely feel sorry for him - he manages to do so much good in the prehistory - the novel “The Last Dawn”.

The story “Red Lotus” is about the love of shadow warriors - silently sneaking in the twilight, but not forgetting about their feelings. A young ninja guy loves a girl - from the same dojo. I won’t retell it!

D.K.:

How did British corsairs appear in 16th century Japan?

V.V.:

So good in a simple way, Dmitriy. Deprived of power, so to speak, large feudal lords (from history: the former emperor from Kyoto and his influential military leader) resort to foreign assistance for a reward. Many influential Japanese traders traded with Britain in the 16th century. Sua-hime, the exiled sister of one of the emperors, uses old pirate connections, but to her advantage. The British, in fact, are building her a huge vessel with a powerful cannon capable of destroying palaces.

D.K.:

Why, Victor, didn’t they rewrite the story after the novel?

V.V.:

It didn't make sense. The story was conceived as a short and easy to read romantic story about the love of a ninja. What I wanted to show many years ago, I left behind now. The story has enough good, perhaps excellent, reviews. "Red Lotus", I would note, in some ways wins over "Last Dawn". The story was written, so to speak, for anime fans, and the novel is complex in design, filled with Japaneseisms, and the educational essay part takes up a lot of space in it. When reading a novel about another country, especially if the action takes place in the 16th century, one cannot help but use the terminology and essay experience of, say, contemporary Japanese scholars. Before you write fiction novel In the alternative history genre, you need to study the history of the object and know the realities. The story is much simpler. Romantic story The story “The Red Lotus” briefly goes through the events that have already developed in the novel “The Last Dawn”, so I, as the author-researcher-continuer, could only show readers a little from life ordinary people, mastering the art of ninju-tsu. At the presentation of the novel, for example, my first editor Nikolai Tregubov advised the audience to first read the story, which is not burdened by the terms “Japanese-mother,” and then take on the big ones. But Lev Trutnev, having become acquainted with the book “The Last Dawn” published by Boris Dolingo, insisted on reading it first; a thoughtful reader will enjoy educational reading.

D.K.:

I read the story “The Red Lotus” in an electronic version and the novel too - I borrowed the same book from the publishing house “EI Aelita” from a colleague. I will say that the novel is more difficult to read. I followed the line of bandits and the son of Master Shuinsai - there is an echo of the story in it. Young Shinichiro, a student from the Zotaido dojo, is not taken to the big showdown and the rebellious one decides to run away from home, reuniting with his dad in the war. As a result, their destinies are intertwined. I almost coped with the scale of the White Tiger's seizure of the main land of Hondo Yoshisada Hajime. The geography of the attack is too wide - from one part of Yamato (Japan) to another. The capture of transit fortresses means a lot for the army, I understand, but as a person who pays attention to little things, I am interested in the course of events with the Zotaido masters and the gang of the famous one-eyed criminal Kagashiro Tengu. Each group has its own goal. Individual heroes do not live with the background events of the war.

V.V.:

Dima, would you think about war if your beloved son followed you to fight hand in hand? This is the situation with the Red Lotus clan dojo in the novel Last Dawn. Master Shuinsai goes to war on the orders of his superior, but thinks about his son. Soon takes a different direction of the mission as soon as some things change. Subsequently, the clashing armies are washed away by a tsunami, ha ha.

D.K.:

It’s evil, Victor, to let the tsunami come so close that both powerful armies are defeated and calm down for a while. I see alternative stories in this. Fantasy story!

V.V.:

A giant tsunami is not a guide to an alternative history. Such cataclysms have easily happened in history, be it an earthquake or a natural gas explosion... In the research works of a Japanese scholar, I found a description of the earthquake and tsunami that occurred in the 16th century. But this disaster almost didn’t touch the vector historical forces, but for me it did a fair amount, not without it, but the alternative in the novel is different. In history... A novel in the genre of historical fantasy, remember, like a story? There are real historical heroes who led the armies during the Muromachi era, but there are also fictional characters in the novel. For example, what would have happened if the powerful feudal lord Oda Nabunaga had lost a series of battles - this “guy” would not have been the military ruler of Japan. It turns out I'm making a plot that's obvious historical hero goes into third or fourth place. Readers quickly forget about him, carried away by the unofficial winner Yoshisada Hajime, who throughout most of the novel leads an army in an attack against the heirs to the throne from Kyoto, including the aforementioned Oda. I am in absentia for Nabunaga’s opponents - the clan ninjas, I like these characters from history.

D.K.:

What harm did Oda Nabunaga do to you?

V.V.:

Personally, nothing for me. In documentary sources cited by the same writer Eiji Yoshikawa, Oda is shown as a brave commander who rallied influential people. But for me, let this unfortunate Nabunaga destroy the old order built before him wise people. Let's charge a large fee for everything. Initially, Oda’s plans included the defeat of the rebellious lands, including the ninja clans who lived large families. Iga and Koga! Do you remember these from at least the many stories filmed in feature films and anime? Oda attacked with numbers, sending samurai to certain death, into forests, into villages where the emperor had never been seen. Nabunaga did not care about the lives of the troops he sent - only the new order, the expansion of controlled lands and rent... I have an idea to make a story about how the ninjas Iga and Koga opposed Nabunaga's troops, and the leader of the first family caused an avalanche on the Nagano-toge pass... In fact In fact, the jounin Momochi Tamba could not call her, because at that time he was fighting the Oda invasion in another place. But if we assume this and Nabunaga’s army were buried under the snow, then we would have to rewrite moments of history.

D.K.:

Do you like to play with history, Victor?!

V.V.:

Why not play, Dima? Walter Scott played with it, and now Mikhail Weller, Dmitry Bykov and even my friends from Omsk science fiction writers are playing around with it. A writer is a creator; he does what he wants, despite various laws.

D.K.:

In the novel “The Last Dawn”, a character named Onnigoroshi appears, from Japanese this name translates as “Devil Bewitched by Death” - a warrior in a mask and it is not clear whether he is a man or a woman. Moreover, it uses different technologies, like a joke, a phosphorus-smeared Hound of the Baskervilles, shooting arrows from its hands, throwing explosives, causing fog.

V.V.:

Yes, this character's real name and intentions are unknown until the end of the novel. I suggest that some masters who mastered ninjutsu to perfection could dress up as a hero without a face, in a multi-colored mask, from the legend of a warrior who punishes those who violate the principles of Bushido or interfere with sacred foundations. In general, the appearance of the “knight of truth” Onni was created as a theatrical performance to frighten the vassal of Emperor Edo; it is to him that Yoshisada Hajime listens out of friendly motives. It is very important. Onnigoroshi lives and scares careless power-hungers in legends, but why not portray him for real?

D.K.:

I read your letter to the Japanese Ambassador to Russia Tikahito Harada, posted on several resources on the Internet, then watched the video on your YouTube channel. Do you hope that Japan will appreciate your work and help you make films?

V.V.:

The novel “The Last Dawn” and the story “The Red Lotus” are both works about medieval Japan. How many films and anime do the Japanese produce based on historical events. The same beloved Oda Nabunaga is presented in different guises, endowing him with the qualities of a good or evil, cunning and fantastically tenacious warrior. Don’t I have the right to think that my works will not be able to appear on the screen, as many similar films have been filmed? A novel and a story are a ready-made product for a script. I think we could make a great movie like The Last Samurai with Tom Cruise. In a film based on “The Red Lotus,” for example, it is necessary to show that ninjas are not only cold and spectacular killers, but ardent lovers, ha ha, people who think about their future. How many times have I watched films about ninjas made by Hollywood? Ninja Assassin and others, new or old, made by Takeshi Kitano - the emphasis is on the budgetary scope of the special effects and the body count. But Japanese directors like Akira Kurosawa put emphasis on other things, and I don't think it's due to lack of funds. In Japan, the people are different, more collected or something. He will also appreciate my efforts.

I have acquaintances and promising directors in Omsk - the Dyachuks, I met them at the youth forum “Rhythm 2013”. They are currently filming a fantasy film. We should soon invite them to film “The Red Lotus.”

D.K.:

Who else supports your Japanese-themed creativity? Tregubov, Trutnev, Perminov, Berezovsky... - I agree, they are prominent people, but they are provincials, and it is better to realize your potential in the capitals.

V.V.:

Of course, it is important to be held in high esteem by the capital’s cultural figures. If they appreciate it, they will help promote the work to a large audience. One of the first writers to appreciate “The Red Lotus” was Alexander Nikitich Pletnev. The quality of prose in the genre of socialist realism by this author, according to Nikolai Berezovsky and I agree with them, cannot still be surpassed by many writers from the capital. Alexander Pletnev, after Nikolai Tregubov, began to read the story and said that perhaps my life will begin with this thing creative career. Then, however, members from a parallel writers’ organization got into an argument with him, but Pletnev said his word. Even Gennady Popov did not argue with him, Alexander Kerdan and even more so - this was at the second Omsk regional literary seminar. Pletnev’s opinion, may he rest in heaven, meant a lot to his colleagues, he was taken into account.

The first person not from Omsk to whom I showed the story and novel about medieval Japan was Nina Yagodintseva. Nina Aleksandrovna is a Russian poetess, secretary of the Union of Writers of Russia, candidate of cultural studies. Answered at social network, that I read something similar, but not on such a scale. The overload of Japaneseisms does not at all beg the quality of “Last Dawn”. She is the editor of the annual Chelyabinsk literary almanac, she apparently knows what she is talking about. When I contact him, he gives practical advice regarding my literary things. He says, if you don’t live by journalism, your descendants won’t remember it!

Supported, as they say for real, by Pyotr Fedorovich Aleshkin, editor of the all-Russian glossy magazine “Our Youth” and doctor historical sciences. For the first time, reviews of my works about Japan, written by Evgeny Bardanov, are published on the “Our Youth” portal. Aleshkin himself is a historian and, in my opinion, is not very happy with the topic taken. He says that no one now knows Japan at that time, because they did not live in it, so it is hardly possible to write reliably. Basically, Pyotr Fedorovich gives advice on language and grammar - he helps purely philologically. He, Dima, is one of those who cares about euphony and purity native language. Do you notice how many Americanisms and different slangs are introduced into our everyday speech? This garbage also finds its way into literature.

D.K.:

You consider yourself a Russian “mainstream” writer, but among your colleagues they call you “Japanese.” Even on LiveJournal blogs they comment on you, adding “our Japanese.” What do you think about it?

V.V.:

I produce quite a lot of realistic prose. Stories, novellas, travel notes. Nikolai Alekseevich Polotnyanko, who edited Literary Ulyanovsk for many years and is an ardent opponent of alternative history and all kinds of fantasy, swears when I show unrealistic works. Many thick magazines publish my prose from real time, and any alternative is immediately rejected. But these two works on medieval Japan literally ate up the mention that I was writing realism. I’ll come to talk with colleagues from the SWP, and I’ll say, “Hello, Japanese!” I’ll run to the guys from the SWP, and I’ll be like, “How are you, lotus warrior?” It's a shame, really. I think that originality in our time is valued higher than the ordinary and even if very good reality, although there are worthy writers who argue otherwise.

D.K.:

Victor, it’s no secret that many readers and fans of Eastern culture prefer anime to Hollywood animated masterpieces. I am not a fan Japanese culture, but watching a good Japanese cartoon is always a good idea. What anime do you recommend our young viewers watch?

V.V.:

To be honest, I don’t have enough time to watch anime and dramas. The work of a teacher takes " so much time “, so I try to relax if I do, then read a book. Japanese classics are a must-read if anyone hasn’t already done so. Kobo Abe, Yukio Mishima, Yasunari Kawabata - these need to be discovered first of all. I watch the youth different ages, among the Japanese they read mainly Ryu and Haruki Murakami, the “promoted brothers.” The guys discuss their work, savoring different moments, and smarter young readers take into account Eiji Yoshikawa - “The Honor of the Samurai”, I think he has an excellent and revealing book. From anime, I’m recalling my childhood experience, fans will probably be interested in watching “The Ninja Scroll,” “Samurai Champloo,” “Cowboy Bebop,” “Claymore,” “Helsing,” “Elfen Song,” “Berserk” in the old and new animation Necessarily.

D.K.:

I don’t understand, Victor, don’t watch anime at all? I heard from my colleagues that watch!..

V.V.:

I look, I look, Dimka, but I wouldn’t like to advertise it. At school, the kids don’t give me permission anyway; they say they know that I have works about Japan and that I post reviews of new anime in VKontakte groups. As part of his service on the anime portal, he is obliged to make fascinating reviews and collect the opinions of other interested people. As soon as I visit the Omsk club “Shoji” by Boris Shturov, I’ll pick up tips on what to see. At least publish a collection of reviews and fan fiction on the topic of anime and Japan with your fellow fans. I want to tell you a secret, to suggest to the management of the resource of the all-Russian magazine “Our Youth” that they publish reviews of cartoons and rare films that are not listed in various tops. Unfortunately, they don’t have such a section, but young people are quite fond of watching Japanese cartoons. I’ll see what Pyotr Fedorovich says and tell you, you yourself often live in the creative circles of anime fans. It would be interesting if your opinion appeared more often in my journalistic works.

From Dmitry Karin at the end of the conversation:

Yes, I never cease to be amazed by this Vlasov. Where does he get so much time to create his voluminous works? He has two jobs as a teacher, a journalist - I don’t know how long, and his marital debt also takes up a lot of time. I follow you, Victor, your many-sided creativity. Apparently I'm not the only one watching.

NEAR-LITERARY THIEF VIKTOR VLASOV

ATTENTION! All numerous publications on the Internet of my article “WRITER-TORMON” (or parts thereof), except this one, in the magazine “LITERARY MERIDIAN” No. 1(51), 2012, p. 22: http://debri-dv.com/filedata/ files/768.pdf are PIRATE. And all of them were initiated by the “hero” of the mentioned article - VIKTOR VLASOV (Omsk), who not only did not live up to the advances once given to him as a writer, but turned out to be a scoundrel, a slanderer, a gossip and a near-literary thief. Publications (and there are already DOZENS of them), including widely known and seemingly reputable ones, that have published the text “WRITER-TORMONDS” on their pages, grossly violate Russian and international copyright laws. However, it is practically useless to fight the arrogant and insane kleptomaniac V. VLASOV by contacting the owners and/or administrators of sites that publish someone else’s work, which they received from a swindler against the will of the author: for every publication closed at my request, VOR VIKTOR VLASOV immediately organizes two new ones , sometimes to cover my tracks, leaving the text without a title and even without my last name. If editors and/or owners of online literary and other publications collaborating with V. Vlasov come across this message, I strongly recommend that they think about it: who, ladies and gentlemen, are you dealing with? and do you need to spoil your reputation like that?.. I also inform you that any ranting on the Internet on the topic “member of the Union of Russian Writers, critic Viktor Bogdanov appreciates/supports Viktor Vlasov” is a LIE, spread by Vlasov himself and his accomplices.

P.S. It is noteworthy that this, in essence, criminal (slanderer and thief) has been working in one of the secondary schools city ​​of Omsk TEACHER.

Viktor Bogdanov, member of the Union of Russian Writers (membership card No. 00011), 02/06/2016.

Reviews

Good afternoon, Victor!!!
This guy has a whole channel there, he records his meetings with readers. Well, it’s impossible to listen for a long time, of course, it’s called bullshit.
But they are more concerned about something else, they are today, like toadstools after the rain, they are only interested in meeting with readers exclusively, Mr. Tikhonov V.V. performs every week, poems of such a level that they just give you goosebumps. I'm talking about this
http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/vasiliytihonov

And if when I worked at school, children believed that poets were those who had died long ago, now, unfortunately, they see and hear them. And Vlasov is also a teacher, i.e. there is more trust in him than in a watchman, say, or a shepherd... And this is our modern literature.
As I. Tsarev said, “I go to the performance even when I’m sick, so that there won’t be too many of them, so that they won’t win.” But it’s not very clear what to do with them, of course, in my class I wouldn’t let all the Vlasovs see the children, but now they have red SP mandates in their pockets, and it’s not so easy to leave them behind the door to teachers who don’t know..
Love

“But I’m more worried about something else, today they’re all gone like toadstools after the rain..”
“But what to do with them is not very clear, of course...”

Don't do anything, Love. They will go away quickly on their own. Then new ones will grow and they will also pass. Don't notice. The mushroom picker does not focus his attention on toadstools for a long time.

The daily audience of the Proza.ru portal is about 100 thousand visitors, who in total view more than half a million pages according to the traffic counter, which is located to the right of this text. Each column contains two numbers: the number of views and the number of visitors.

If the reader goes online, and literature becomes a matter of taste, then how can a modern writer find his place in the sun? It’s quite simple - to reach a circle of people who prefer paper books and magazines. It’s great if a competent organizer and volunteer helps. Good people there are quite a few in every city – you just have to start going out and communicating with people.

Sitting on the Internet, disappearing into reading news and notes, constantly commenting on someone’s events, we often forget that people are lovely creatures in the flesh, and communication with them is live; no technology can replace it. I remember the films: “I Am Legend”, “The Six-String Samurai”, “The Book of Eli” or “The Day of the Triffids” - where people on Earth are gradually disappearing. Are we spending too much time online?

When I go up to the small room of the Institute of Engineering and Economic Education, I am not afraid that there are few people at the event. Researcher and volunteer Anna Viktorovna Sedanova brings together lovers of live communication and books with real covers. On the Internet this wonderful person comes in to buy rare books from second-hand booksellers and then donate them. It’s not often that you meet a scientist and chemist who understands literature and books – Anna Viktorovna is just like that.

While hosting the event, Anna prepares handouts and brings tasty treats for tea. Sheets of A-4 format, with quotes or others interesting facts, always with her and waiting in the wings - personally, it’s a wonder for me that I can immediately get acquainted with the author’s work, without even opening his book. Yesterday we talked about the prose of Erich Maria Remarque, and a couple of weeks later - about native poets born in April. However, where is the modern writer, published in magazines and newspapers, published in large numbers in the capital?

Apart from Zakhar Prilepin, Dmitry Bykov and Viktor Pelevin as writers, who can also be considered a gifted author? Yes, even if I, the writer and journalist Viktor Vlasov, the poet Andrei Panfilov or Katerina Kareva, turns out to be mine former student from the educational institution “Secondary School No. 77”, she also writes poetry and short stories. Who introduces us to each other - Anna Sedanova!

In order for the reader to know about you, you need to appear to him, oddly enough. Step forward and boldly say:

– I publish on the website of the youth glossy magazine “Our Youth” - I do journalism there, although I also have prose!

– And I published a book – 40 copies! – shares the interesting poet Andrei Panfilov, who wrote the “Mu-Mu” trilogy. The dog remains alive there and is in prosperous family. The guy is not a member of any writers’ union, but he captivates listeners so much that they applaud and are ready to invite him to their events too.

– I’ll read the poems to you, I’ll just download them now, they’re on my mobile! - suggests Katerina Kareva, a ninth-grader and my former student.

Neither the chairman of the Union of Russian Writers Alexander Leifer, nor the famous poetess Tatyana Chetverikova, nor the great Russian poet Yuri Perminov is in the room. There is no famous publicist Nikolai Berezovsky, no journalist Evgenia Lifantieva, a science fiction writer and correspondent for the communist newspaper “Red Path”. There are no newspaper editors I know: Marat Isangazin, Adam Pogarsky and Andrei Motovilov.

Literature and writing, rapid communication and positive attitude- in a small room, where there is a package of marshmallows and a box of cookies on the windowsill, where a can of coffee has been started for a long time and tea bags are scattered. No pathos - just a view from the window of the main Omsk road - the street in honor of Karl Marx.

So, here they are, writers - at the table and smiling. Here are wonderful readers - in bright sundresses, who chose poems by Bella Akhmadulina and Nikolai Gumilyov. Healthily and sensually, Lyudmila Rassudova reads “Captains” by Nikolai Gumilyov. Natalya Nesterova and Anastasia Skvortsova choose Bella Akhmadulina - they read “Your House” and “The Boy from Perm”. The girls here are from the Renaissance Plus school of public speaking. One of the institute’s leaders, Natalya Sedanova, gives a friendly assessment of the performances. At a meeting of writers and readers, she is with her son Boris. Nearby is the volunteer organizer - kind Anya. She arrives earlier than everyone else and leaves later.

If secular literature, including writers, are so difficult to access, what can we say about literary works of Orthodox Christian orientation? Is it really possible to gain much only in a narrow circle where initiates are admitted?

An interested person always has the opportunity to find his own. Contact us and get an answer immediately. Several years ago I heard that believers were writing and publishing, but I didn’t think about it seriously. And many of them are successful and talented authors - not all of them are clergy, of course. I know that Archpriest Andrei Tkachev, Deacon Andrei Kuraev and Archimandrite Tikhon are very original authors, capable of holding the reader’s attention and making them think like a domestic class or even stronger. I read the books of Metropolitan Vladimir of Omsk and Tauride - this man talks and explains a lot, he has enormous life experience, like a pilgrim. He will competently compare and lead, instruct and help. Bless and encourage. People called to heal the soul cannot do otherwise.

The problem of lack of time. Perhaps we used to read more and more often, devouring one novel after another, taking in useful information? The Internet has made it easier to find the necessary information and has also made it worse - you get lost if you are distracted. It’s good that events are organized where you can see and talk with the person who created a valuable work - in any field. Specialists and volunteers work. Wise and usually attentive people help. I can name a lot of them, but it’s better to visit and talk, exchanging sore points. Welcome.

I am amazed at how sincere surprise takes over a child who discovers a new quality in a teacher (in the photo is the head of the poetry department of “Siberian Lights” S. Mikhailov and me). It’s one thing when a native “subject student” does a stylish hairstyle or, on the contrary, cuts his hair in a half-box, without any taste, and another thing when the guys learn about a person’s favorite pastime in his free time, about a hobby. It cannot be done without enthusiastic questions - everyone has different questions, their number depends on the strength of the impression made. Sometimes, as educational psychologists advise, it is useful to step back from the lesson and talk about what may also be interesting. It can be great fun to stun a child, fifth grader or older. Learning new things about the teacher, discovering talent, children look differently and imitate. I am impressed by the fact and delighted by the event that a teacher I have known for many years opens up from a different side. If peers discover new qualities in each other, this is the first, and if the teacher demonstrates his hobby or talks about an activity that they have not heard of before, this is the second.

A week foreign language or a similar competition extended over a multi-day period of time is a time for joint implementation. In any children's competition The teacher must be directly involved. Many competitions are designed for contact between interested parties. And you can develop a competition yourself - there is a plan and regulations for participation for this. I'll tell you dear readers, it is no secret that many competitions for children are inventions developed by teachers from different schools, which are promptly and encouraged by the Department of Education. The project begins to work after a group of biologists, linguists or mathematicians, for example, studies the provisions on creating a competition from various events and decides to come up with their own. Telecommunication work or not, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is to attract children and adults to cooperation, fruitful and creative. First, the methodologist acts as the main organizer, then the entire working group joins in. Give a spark and the flame will flare up.

Over the six years I have worked at the school, I have been involved in several large projects developed by colleagues and approved by the Department of Education. Frankly, it’s great when children from different schools in the city take part in a project created with your help. One of our projects is of a literary and local history nature. For it you need not only to speak to a wide audience, but also to invite guests. And the guests are Omsk writers - members of the writers' organization SPR.

Imagine the genuine amazement of children who suddenly learn that a teacher they have known for a long time communicates with old Omsk writers, even writes himself and is often published in a glossy magazine. In a magazine that not only has an ordinary relationship with the media, but in a youth magazine, where Russian President Vladimir Putin and Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev are on the cover. Young schoolchildren are happy that the teacher is still a young man, who is surrounded not only mature people, but also young for the most part. Young people, oddly enough, are more attracted to young people.

Wow, Victor Vitalievich! - fifth grade student Yegor Lyubin, who is not the most disciplined and responsible, says in a stunned tone. - When did you start writing? How many books do you have?

In the assembly hall after children's performances creative teams spectators (children, their parents, teachers) go to a large exhibition where books by Omsk writers and others are displayed. Next to the books, for example, by Lev Trutnev, Yuri Perminov, Stanislav Kunyaev, Evgeny Shishkin, Nikolai Polotnyanko and the magazine “Our Youth” by Aleshkin and Zharikova, my works are tied with multi-colored ribbons: “White and Black Rose”, “Red Lotus” and “ Last dawn". To be honest, children from primary and high school It makes almost no difference what the books are about, the main thing is that the plot is interesting and dynamic. And here are the guys from high school local history material is also attractive. After the stories about childhood and the native Russian village of Nikolai Tregubov and Lev Trutnev, the guys are no less impressed than after my enthusiastic “libations” about traveling abroad. Personal communication and story release largely depend on the emotional charge received. Many children understand that a teacher is not only a person who gives knowledge, but also a full traveler, capable of synthesizing what he sees and hears.

Unfortunately, we do not invite Stanislav Kunyaev, Evgeniy Shishkin or Pyotr Aleshkin to the school, since we do not have the opportunity, but we say a strong word for them. About their work and themselves creative people we tell it together with Lev Trutnev. Each work, and especially the publication of a magazine or book, is an invested part of yourself, your soul. Children understand this and ask questions:

What does it take to create a book? Where do thoughts and images come to you from? How many days did it take you to write the book? Where were you and where did you travel before writing?


Children understand that writing a book is not easy (in the photo: me, N. Tregubov, L. Trutnev). First you need to be positively charged, and then, at about the same time, immerse yourself in your work. And getting to know native writers broadens their horizons. There are many people who write, but those published as separate books or published in magazines and newspapers can be counted on one hand. Professional creativity implies a certain approach and constant work on oneself. You need to understand that the main and supporting work is one thing, but hobbies and vocation are completely different. When communicating with writers, children understand this.

When I sit down to write, I don’t have a line in my head, these are the words of Bernard Shaw, by the way,” Nikolai Tregubov says on stage, smiling slyly. It’s so unusual to look at the bent figure of a mentor who is no longer young. But he still has more than enough energy and that makes me happy. - Thoughts come to me when I call them. Hey... and - voila! The text or poem is ready, you can show it to people or read it on the street.

The power of creativity sometimes does not belong to us, - Lev Trutnev comments from his seat - through a lively microphone. - I write and feel the power of prose when I connect with nature. Especially strong works the writer betrays by moving to the village. Astafiev, Rasputin. You can, of course, work in the country, but that’s not it. In nature, the writing style and mood change. The soul becomes wider, the images become brighter. At this time you see more. Kolya, tell the young people to spend at least a little time with their grandparents - in the village. And then, I suppose, they are embarrassed and say: ugh...

There are chuckles, but they quickly die down.

Indeed, I repeat, for most children it doesn’t matter what the book is about, the main thing is that they are captivated by the plot or details. Few people ask how I write a story or novel about medieval Japan, “The Red Lotus” and “The Last Dawn,” but they are literally bombarded with questions about my trip to the USA. Many are interested in real travel and work abroad, rather than fiction created based on anime plots and searching for information in regional encyclopedias. Of course, there are more than enough romantics at school - in any educational level and in the classroom. Ninjas, samurai, masters of martial arts, the relationships of young people, even in an obscure era, cannot but interest enthusiastic people, but for the most part, high school children are already materialists.

You have to work a lot everywhere, I agree. - Watching American comedies and box-office fiction, it seems that Americans are only having fun, but this is not so. Show business and performing with a microphone is also a job, but not for everyone, of course. In my story “White and Black Rose”, which I wrote upon returning from the USA, it is shown that reality is very different from the dreams of young people. Young people often break down when faced with the indifference of employers and inspectors. If there are no relatives abroad, then you can only rely on yourself. A student comes to America mainly to work, not to chill out. Coming to Northern Virginia and working at Continental Pools, I understand that the long hours come first, and then the fun and relaxation. Having increased your funds, you can spend part of it on travel if you wish, and nothing will stop you.

In the large and packed auditorium of the assembly hall, the guys are more embarrassed to ask stupid questions than in the classroom. I am sure that many have read my travel notes about the USA “On the Other Side of the Sky”, published on the website of Russian emigrants “Russian House”, but they do not talk about this in front of everyone. The Omsk journalists who spoke: Dmitry Karin and Andrey Kolomiets - both promise to do an interview with me about the last trip and interview Lev Trutnev and Nikolai Tregubov what feelings they experience while editing these controversial works.


On this day of fulfillment of a large-scale literary project dedicated to native land, children become eyewitnesses of creativity and realize how serious and long-lasting the work on themselves is. Moreover, no one guarantees success. Only with soul and with a pure heart - “on the road into the distance...” - this is how the performance at school ends with words from the song of the group “Melnitsa”, which is sung by talented and vocal girls from high school.

My books are in school library. However, not only mine. Magazines and newspapers, where native Omsk authors are published, are also laid out on the tables. Often the guys from different classes, while reading or just looking through glossy magazines, they ask when I have time to write and at the same time keep a video blog, I answer that time can be found for everything, you just have to try.

And the old writers leave school happy - they are treated to cherry pie, prepared in the cafeteria according to a home recipe.

Talent discovery events help you look at yourself and your children from a different perspective. Child seeing and listening creative person, looks for similar potential in himself, weighs his capabilities and abilities. By participating in school projects, you get experience like on large forums.