Mashuk Boris Andreevich Biography

They will suck it in the village, together we have a dozen. And at the editorial assembly, Mashuk, he was registered in the “Amur Pravda”, suddenly fell upon this poem, said that it was empty, that this is not about this and not to write today. He was objected by the journalist Abram Grigorievich Rinovin, who was friends with the poet Leonid Zavalnyuk, noting that the poem, of course, was far from a masterpiece, but the author is free to write about what he wants and how he wants, if only the lines carry poetry.

Naturally, I was more impressed by the opinion of the second speaker, but Boris had its own truth in the words of Boris. And in the future, I never published this “not a masterpiece” again, it is not in any of my books. I often went to the writer's organization, which was in the building along Amurskaya Street. I went in short before leaving for Belgorod. He told Mashuk about his decision, unexpected even for me.

By that time, two of my poetic collections had been published, I had the reason to file an application for the Union of Writers and, with a positive decision, could replenish a small writing organization. After listening to my arguments in favor of the move, Boris took them with some regret and still wished them a good path and success in the future. In the summer of the year, I arrived in my native Blagoveshchensk on a business trip of the Komsomol Central Committee by that time, I had already led the Belgorod Regional Department of young writers with a rather solid for that time in terms of the collection of the poems “Commandment”, which was published in the Central Black Earth Publishing Publishing Publishing House of Voronezh.

At the meeting, he gave him to Boris. Having asked about my life, about affairs in the Belgorod writer's organization, Mashuk proposed to participate in Komarovsky literary readings. I gladly agreed. Performed in the libraries of the free. And the final evening took place in the rest house of the village of Buzuli. I don’t remember the details of these days, only one episode.

They went to the free one on a regular bus. There was an unbearable heat, and we did not stocch with water on the road. Stopped in the village of Natalino. They began to look for that and where to drink, but alas. Then Boris said: “Eh, our people have no entrepreneurial vein!

Well, why don't the boys make a fruit drink from jam and sell it thirsty?! A penny would have earned. ” None of us in those cloudless Soviet years could have assumed that in the near future we would see not only the “heyday” of this entrepreneurship itself, but also a fracture of the social system, and with it the transformation of spiritual values, and that this destructive process would affect us directly.

At the end of x I ended up in Moscow. I went into the central house of writers in the evening. The poet Mikhail Aslamov is towards the head of the Khabarovsk writer's organization, I was familiar with him in my youth. Aslamov said that Mashuk came to them at some event:-It turns out that Boris was amputated, it seems, knee-deep. But he kept cheerfully, as always he joked a lot, and he still took on his chest.

Then we escorted him to the train. So I learned about the trouble that happened to Mashuk. Bitterly, it was painful to read in a letter to one of the Amur friends, which was not easy for the writer, including financially. The books did not come out, the publications in the periodical also occurred infrequently, supported by the Amurskaya Pravda newspaper, on the pages of which his sharp journalistic articles were printed.

And for some reason I recalled a long-standing conversation in Natalino that in our people there is no spirit of entrepreneurship, I will quote the lines of the memoirs of Stanislav Fedotov. From for a year he lived in Blagoveshchensk, for five years he headed the Amur writer's organization: “Our family is grateful to Boris, as they say, to the grave board.

When I met with him in March, he arrived in order to register in the hostel, he went to the then chairman of the regional executive committee Mavrin and literally scratched an apartment for a new member of the organization unexpectedly falling on the head. He was extremely warm to my wife, rejoiced when she organized a literary department in the museum, which quickly gained popularity among visitors, readily spoke at museum meetings.

And with what love my daughter, the “shurochka amurochka” called her, it was clear that he loved the kids very much, proudly wore the title of “grandfather” when he gave birth to his daughter. Thunder among the clear sky was his operation to amputally amputated by the investigation of diabetes, but he did not lose heart. At home he rode with a crutch, went out into the prosthesis, but the most amazing - did not stop fishing trips.

I really did not know how he was managed with his Tavria, but I went regularly and often invited home to Zharevo. The second blow was his death. Not from diabetes - from heart failure. The motor was worn out. Time has worn out. Boris was a communist, as they say, to the brain of bones and was very worried in the years. Strange, we were on one side of the barricades - against pseudo -democrats - but argued to hoarse