Eduard Zorin Biography

Eduard Zorin, with his works, entered the Vladimir page into the literary fund of the history of the country. An inquisitive mind, interest in the history of the ancient region allowed us to recreate the life of our ancestors during the time of Andrei Bogolyubsky and Vsevolod III, during the unification of Russian land, the creation of masterpieces of white -stone Russian architecture: the golden gate, the church of the Protection, the Assumption and Dmitrievsky Cathedrals, etc.

Zorin Eduard Pavlovich. E. Eduard Zorin with parents and brother was born. From the collection of the State Vladimir-Suzdal Museum-Reserve, he graduated from the Tashkent Pedagogical Institute, Faculty of Foreign Languages ​​in the year. Gorky in Moscow, who graduated in the year. He was engaged in the seminar of the famous Soviet poet Ilya Selvinsky. Eduard Pavlovich Zorin stands the second on the right among classmates at the Institute of Foreign Languages ​​G.

from the collection of the State Vladimir-Suzdal Museum-Reserve in his school years, he has already tried himself in literature, wrote poetry, prose. He marked the end of the Literary Institute with the release of the first book of poems “at twenty years” in Tashkent. But the author has more and more attraction to prose. In the year, E. Eduard Pavlovich Zorin at a creative meeting with students of the culture of the school, November G., teaches German in the Yuryevets comprehensive school.

And a year later, he is approved by the head of the Bureau of Propaganda of Fiction under the Vladimir Writing Organization. In April, he was elected as the executive secretary of the writer's organization and remains its head of up to a year. Shikanov, Andrei Filinov, Lalakin N. From the Assembly of the State Vladimir-Suzdal Museum-Reserve, until his very last days, Eduard Pavlovich worked on the dilogy about General N.

managed to see the first book “Cloud”, the second in drafts. E. Zorin died on October 27. He was buried at the Smelibshevsky cemetery of the city of Doboselskaya, the village was established in June by the new novel by E. Who creates history? Poltoratsky V. Young comrades: From letters to students of the correspondence seminar of the Literary Institute: [Among others there are letters to E.

I give you a garden: a story. Bonfires: Poem. Malyuta, G. Latyshev, E. To take a look at the eyes in the eyes: Reflections on historical prose: [In the article there is material about tetralogy Vladimir. Russia, the work was new, interesting, I wanted to know more about the writers, their work on the images of literary heroes, on the word, about their addictions. Eduard Zorin admitted to me that inspiration comes to him only when he accepts the desired work pose - he will sit on the sofa and put the typewriter on his knees.

Once in his youth, he did not only have a desktop, but also a corner. Subsequently, a desk and an office appeared. And the habit remained. Eduard Pavlovich interested me on the other hand. I was all served how it could happen that he was a successful, famous poet who graduated from Maxim Gorky, where poetic seminars were led by Ilya Selvinsky himself, a large Russian poet, suddenly abandoned poetry and switched to prose.

Eduard Pavlovich was finished with jokes and general phrases that with age many poets switch to prose. Apparently deciding that it was so easy not to get rid of me, he smiled ironically, ran his hand through his hair and told me the story of the marble stool. I must say that Eduard Zorin loved a joke, humor, jokes, he joked himself in the company of friends and made fun of himself, completely not afraid of his writer's authority, which continuously increased, especially with the advent of every new historical novel about Ancient Rus'.

So the story of the marble stool can be taken for his next joke, but nevertheless, I pass it, as I heard from Eduard Pavlovich. Perhaps one of the old-timers remembers that in Vladimir on Frunze Street near the Mir cinema, on the opposite side, there was a “dumplings”, in which visitors fed delicious “pre-perestroika” dumplings without any “cats and dogs”, as evil tongues are now joking.

A feature of the institution was furniture - round tables and stools covered with marble gray tiles. And then one day at one of the tables ate dumplings with vinegar, which was the cheapest dish, poet Eduard Zorin. He was completely absorbed in the food and selection of rhyme to the word “dumplings”, and so carried away by this process that he did not follow the situation in the hall at all, but in vain, because the scandal was brewing at the next table.

One of those who argued was clearly “under a good degree”, grabbed a stool and launched them into his opponent, who, however, deftly bent down, and stool, whistling over him, sank down on the poet’s head bowed above the plate with dumplings. From the blow by the marble stool on the head, the poet fell face in a plate with unfinished Siberian dumplings and “disconnected” for a long time.

Of course, the debaters considered it necessary to hide immediately, and the Pelmennaya personnel called the ambulance machine, which brought the Red Cross to the poet who did not come to the poet’s consciousness.Doctors diagnosed the concussion of the brain and laid Edward Zorin on the hospital bed, without demanding any “insurance medical policy”, which in those days were not completely unnecessary.

After suffering for an hour or two, he found in horror that he could not choose a rhyme for any word. Thinking that this is a consequence of a concussion, he, as he could, reassured himself and decided to wait out a "couple of days." But after a couple of days, and after a week, and even after discharge from the hospital, he could not coffee a couple of words, compose "at least some quatrain." It was a blow!

Goosebumps ran through the skin. A professional poet, who earned bread for bread, remained unemployed. He lost weight, haggard decided to “try himself in the field of journalism” - write an essay for the newspaper. True, "he did not count on success." He chose the topic - architecture. It should be noted that in Vladimir Eduard Zorin came to a residence from Tashkent, no less beautiful city in architecture, but was submitted to the architecture of the ancient temples of the city of Vladimir.

He was going to write a poem about architects who built outlandish temples from white stone. Now he was collecting material for the essay: he sat in the city libraries, even went to Moscow, to the main library of the country - to Lenin. The images of my ancestors pursued me not only during the day, but also at night. I jumped out of bed and sat down at the typewriter.

So thanks to the marble stool, ”he laughed cheerfully. After our conversation, I once invited Eduard Zorin to that very “dumplings” on Frunze Street. I will ask some drunks to hit me on the head. Suddenly I will become a poet? Eduard Pavlovich laughed, but we still visited the "dumplings". Unfortunately, furniture was replaced there and there was no longer a famous stool.

So I did not write a single poem, not a single historical novel, but Zorin’s story about the marble stool firmly fought in my memory. We, members of the literary studio, only left the House of Culture VTZ, where classes were held, as an impressive middle-aged man in a spacious dark blue suit came to us. Among the hurrying people, he stood out with leisurely, high stature, having a smile.

With him there was a chubby with sunly luminous eyes, as it turned out, the Vladimir poetess Makarochkina Nina Aleksandrovna. Our leader called us by name, and Zorin, to everyone, shook his hand. The meeting, of course, was not accidental. He and Makarochkina returned from the performance and stopped at the recreation center to wait for us. Before moving to Vladimir Zorin, he lived in Tashkent.

Having decided to move to our lands, he wrote to Sergey Konstantinovich Nikitin, who at that time was the responsible secretary of the Vladimir writing organization. Nikitin answered and invited him with his family to a permanent place of residence. Upon the arrival of the Zorin, they allocated an apartment. The teacher by education, Eduard Pavlovich first taught, then led the Bureau of Propaganda of Fiction.

At that time, his literary baggage consisted of poetic collections “at twenty years old”, “Red Karagachi” and books for youth “I Give you a Garden” and “Traces lead to Karatash”. In the continuation of the topic, in Vladimir Eduard Pavlovich wrote the poetic book “Bonfires” and the story “Nightingale Watch”, both were published in the Upper Volga Book Publishing House.

There are writers who write about the powers of this world, but they themselves have no, except for literary, they have no ambitions. Others can write all their lives about a “little man”, and in the soul to be born leaders. When Nikitin left the post of executive secretary, Zorin was elected in his place. Not surprising, by character he would be a leader. Zorin surprised, and, probably, many, turning and what!

Working at the propaganda bureau, I better recognized this extraordinary person, but I think he never opened up in full. The office of the responsible secretary “on the Stolyarova” was through the wall from the bureau, and Zorin came to us every day. We went well with us, and to teach, to make comments he had no need, and he did not like to impose his opinion, although he had him for all occasions and creativity.

Eduard Pavlovich sat in a chair and often began with a joke.