Biography of Robert Akhmetzyanov

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The letter will indicate the login and password to enter the personal account where the paid number is located. As amended by Tatarstan magazine at the address: Kazan, st. Decembrists, d. Why the poet Robert Akhmetzyanov was called Albatros on May 14, the French poet Charles Bodler has a wonderful poem Albatross. Their wings are not created in order to drag them on the ground or on the deck in front of the fools "muffled over them." You still look after me through the ridge of mountain peaks, look through the fields where the golden oats ripen.

The hordes of bumblebees are circling over the buckwheat, and the shoots of lentils are ringing in the wind. With thoughts about them, how many autumn I met, with my thoughts about them in which spring I moved! The author of the author. By his nature, he looked like Albatross Baudler: complex, inanimate, known for not knowing, or rather, never even tried to adapt. What to do albatros in lentils?

And turn around in the wind ... Everything on earth flies. A spring butterfly flies, falling to the treasured flowers. Elders fly, striving for the flame of the sun. The child flies, flies off him as a blanket. Roads Stregow fly away to the horizon. The soul flies to meet your love faster. Clouds swim, smoke rises from the ground, hopping codes ... And forever fly away - through the stars - in the eternity of our songs.

Since then, this image has been fixed after him. Where did you keep the path? Why fly? From under the clouds, from the paths covered with storms, from the depths of the forests, heaps of yellow leaves fly towards her, the same yellow foliage of her gathering is perishable and the fields are covered. And she - continues the way! Robert Akhmetzyanov. Contemporaries recall that in his house despite the fact that for many years he lived alone always reigned purity and order.

Akhmetzyanov follows this clearly. The author of the words of a large number of songs that enriched the Golden Fund of the Tatar stage of the 60s. A dead child - it is difficult for a normal person to get used to this concept. I was especially struck by this circle. For some reason, this mug suddenly introduced herself to the eternity under the chorale of Bach.

But the case of Akhmetzyanov was here from the ordinary. We arrived at the old arysh to look at the village of the poet. This “how everywhere” hurt painfully. Then he adds: - Of course, the familiar sun is not very good above my head - for forty years. For forty years I have been eating the dishes of this land, the Earth selflessly gives us everything that is rich.

And the coat of arms of this country is the sun! It has been seeing me in my wanderings for forty years. And the Volga remains the satellite, let her blue waves take to spend when the time comes to the very eternity. The influence of this poet on us was simply stunning. Roberts also tried several times to lure in a separate party, to make “their own”.

The parties solve a lot. He was hated by the "literary authorities." In a word, he was outside the system. To everyone else, he brought red juicy apples, and to me - a book. But, plunging into the book, I immediately forgot to think about apples ... I generally forgot about everything in the world! Burning interest was caused by the name of the book: why does this person consider his bums?

What is the reason? I turned into Majnun, running from my Leil, then to Leila, who was striving for Medzhnun.