Aronov Alexander Biography

From the anthology of “Ten centuries of Russian poetry”, he looked like Pushkin’s great -grandson - a kind of Moscow Pushkino, an eternal boy, however, without the slightest darkness, but with slightly twisted lips and a flattened nose, with mischievous curly and inexhaustible curiosity for life and never undergoing love in poems, mostly alien, which are mostly so They poured out of it.

He was in constant readiness for delight from something or someone. Such people are now almost ceased to be found, the workshop fraternity has disappeared - especially in the literary environment - after the collapse of the Union of Writers into separate so -alluves and parties, jealously clasping their teeth on each other. But the snow-white Pushkin-Robson teeth of Sasha Aronov, like his great namesake, sparkled as if the keys of the wedding accordion with joy for other people's good verses-good, then they were in bulk.

Where did she go, the wonderful tradition of the sixties to count each other with verses - again, not only with their own! What united all of us, the sixties who were so different? We were the first to defeat fear in ourselves and did not want us to enter the tanks something like Stalinism under any name. We were suspected that we fell under the influence of Western propaganda, but everything was the other way around - we fell under the negative impact of propaganda of our own, which we could not physically transfer without disgust and squeamishness, because it lied to us all the time.

The Soviet government itself produced anti -Soviet. But there were those among us who, as I myself in my “premature autobiography”, wanted to “erase all the traces of dirty hands on the pole of our Red Banner,” and for such innocent words I exhausted the soul. Obviously, we saved even Bulat Okudzhav’s non -confused after N. Khrushchev’s report on Stalin’s crimes with the hope of protecting him from their repetition, which he subsequently spared.

Sasha Aronov was no exception. He wrote sincere, but in some way infantile poems. When you read them, you want to cry what we were naive: “You are torn, the only thread. I can’t stand it without you, of course. How to connect these two stars - five -pointed with six -pointed ones? Two pains. Two calling. Life goes, and it all becomes unimportant: “Jews and communists, step forward!

Shoot me twice. ” Our hopes absorbed reality like sand. But we tried not to part with them, unrequitedly tried to give a chance to our hopes. It was Sasha Aronov, jumping up, who screamed: “Zhenya, we have a great joy - the Bulat sang! How! Many of the already established poets loved to go into this lithobobes, which, perhaps, by its very existence, subsequently helped Okudzhava write a song about "hopes a little orchestric under the control of love." It was from the Sasha’s African protruding lips that I heard the “sentimental march” that day - the first song of Bulat, which Aronov, sung with rapture, sung me along with the poetess Nina Byalosinsky, always tragically sad, and with the creeping of this song by almost torn recitation and speeches, Romanticated by the commissar voice of Grigory Levin.

Sasha Aronov as a poet never protruded, but he himself, if I am not mistaken, even a little earlier Okudzhava began to write songs and continued to do it all his life. Several songs of Aronov, opposing, despite the ease of form, empty entertainment and the euthanus of conscience, broke into people and began to live separately from him. The first line of the song “Stop, look back ...” M.

Gorbachev declared the sign “New Thinking”, on which perestroika was based. The “song about the dog”, charmingly performed by Sergei Nikitin, became everywhere famous for Eldar Ryazanov’s film “The Irony of Fate, or with a slight steam! Alexander Aronov is one of the resurrects of thinking songs that help others to think. And love in Aronov’s poems also thinking: “What?

After all, only this is our secret. Everything converges very much and will be explainable, and why we are so late and by chance, and not everyone’s families, and there is nowhere to take our loved ones.

” But the song was only one of the branches of the talent of Alexander Aronov. Having graduated from Potemkin’s pedagogical institute in the year, he went through a serious test of daily teacher work in rural schools of the Shakhovsky district of the Moscow region, and then for many years he waged a column “Talk to Alexander Aronov” in “Moscow Komsomolets”. In my film “Stalin's Funeral”, Sasha Aronov perfectly played a few Kafkian role of the Moscow Bachelor, in a communal cuisine of washing socks in a basin, when two confused in the arrests of the NKVD officers come to re -arrest a tenant who has long been brought to jail.

You have already arrested him! But he knew how to live without looking back. He felt his strength so much that he decided - after Pushkin and Lermontov - to write a third “prophet”; Direct continuation of the first two. He found a brilliant form. You see, lit up. The first six lines are reflected in the central neutral line, as in the mirror. And the meaning of words is the same!

This is magic.And the “mirror line” is the only insensitive in the whole poem. Cold, real mirror.