Biography of Vishnyakov Mikhail

The other day, members of the Literary Club, fans of his work gathered in the Military History Museum of the House of Officers on the Poet's Day. They decided to create a film in the year, using programs in it with the participation of the poet, the memoirs of friends, creative evenings, meetings with readers shot during his lifetime. On the big screen is a blue sky, against the background of a white cloud - the smiling face of Mikhail Vishnyakov.

Before his eyes, such a picture: a little boy runs along the flowering meadow on the river bank.

The popular song “Childhood Path” sounds M. Vishnyakov, the music of Leonid Averyanov performed by Joseph Kobzon: distant childhood is a glow, and in the spray of rain, the father of the young laughs over the water ... And I listen to the motherland with my heart, and in the field with the colossus Kolos whispers. Happy, I'm running around the grass - what flowers are in the meadow! The voice behind the scenes tells: “Even in early childhood, a great country in Russia, huge Siberia and his small homeland - Transbaikalia fit in his small heart.

The inescapable love for this earth, its history, its people was born and forever settled in him. He was born on a significant day - September 2, the day of the end of World War II. In honor of the flying of Mikhail Vishnyakov, a creative evening. The poet reads his poems from the stage: at the hour of the crimson sun, when the engines are quiet over the country, when our eyelids ends his labors, I came to you with a poet of wormwood and bitter expanses, and I live on earth, waiting for a high star.

Then he talks about his childhood: “I was born, if, indeed, there is a heavenly place, then this is my homeland - the village of Sukhaytuy, the Shilkinsky district. These are amazing Yesenin places. Crossroads, grove, bagel, blue lake. Family live in the village. The people are song. Mother works in the garden - he is definitely sings. Father, a participant in the Civil War, is engaged in economic - sings.

In such a region, it is sinful not to write poetry. But now, when I studied in the 4th grade, in the field, in the snowstorm, my mother froze. I was brought up under the influence of my father ”... The presenter continues the story of his difficult youth. The craft school, after which he is the worker of the Sretensky shipbuilding plant. Here, in the factory, a lot of tests, his first verses.

The talented guy was noticed. Since the year already - a journalist in the district newspapers "Soviet Transbaikalia", "Shilkinskaya Pravda". A little later - in Chita, in the newspaper Komsomolets Transbaikalia. And in M ​​- a correspondent of the Association of "Problems" of the Chita television studio. He traveled all Transbaikalia, meeting with famous people, leaders of production, collective farmers.

At the same time, he studied in absentia at the Gorky Literary Institute and graduated from it with honors in the year. A year later, a member of the Writers' Union. The lifetime record of Mikhail Evseevich, arguing about the meaning of life, sounds: “Who are we? Where did we come from? We are not Ivanes who do not remember kinship. And we live on this earth for not the first day.

And this historical feeling woke up in me purely in creativity - in the poem about the Decembrists. Such a figure as Lunin, in the form of his letters, created the history of Decembrism. If he was on Senate Square, then everything was different. He was an active person. So I wrote about the Lunine the poem “The Last Liberty” ... His most significant and favorite work, which took 15 years from the x lived, poetic arrangement, not the translation, but the transformation of the “Words of Igor's Regiment”.

This work was noted by academician D. Likhachev, who called it “one of the best rhymeal translations” and included his name in the encyclopedia of the translations “Words on Igor's Regiment”. Georgy Graubin, laureate of the S. Mikhalkov International Prize, Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation said: “He did a lot of work from the Old Russian language.

Vishnyakov has a very rich language, this is his great dignity. After all, we have in history? First, we forget everything, then we begin to remember. The same thing will happen here: now many people read superficially. And the one who reads deeper, understands that era, and what and how he wrote, the most important thing is how it is available, in what style.

Well, I think, it is unlikely that anyone will repeat this. In the school, university program, along with other translations of “Words on Igor’s Regiment”, it is certainly included in the translation of Mikhail Evseevich ... He was not only a wonderful writer, poet, he was a magnificent storyteller ... In the year there was such a difficult elected campaign ... We traveled around the region, convinced people that we could do this world.

Mikhail Evseevich took an active part. In the same car with him, we spent many, many dozen hours ... I remember: we drive Petrovsk-Zabaykalsky. Night, two hours were. He talks about what happened in Petrovsk, what interesting facts he discovered. And somehow he threw it on the move: “Now, if we now drove up to the Cross of Gorbachevsky and would just stood there, it would be good” ...

We turn around. Two in the morning, completely the darkest city of Petrovsk-Zabaykalsky ... We drive up, the headlights illuminate the cross, the chapel.And Mikhail Evseevich reads his famous poem about Lunin and brilliantly reads completely on such a magnificent emotional upsurge, then there was complete silence for a couple of minutes. Then we remembered these famous people.

Returning to the car, Mikhail Evseevich was silent for a long time. ” The Hero of Socialist Labor, laureate of state prizes, Irkutsk writer Valentin Rasputin, shared the memories of friendship with the poet from the poet: “... Misha Vishnyakov simply surprised me as a big, deep, kind. And it was clear that this is a person of a large flight, he had very large opportunities.

First of all, I was surprised that if we dig in every word, looking for every word, Misha jumped out by itself. He only raised his eyes, and he already had a poem. I looked at him as at God, told him: “Misha, it can cost you dearly” ... He was just an amazing poet. This is what I can say about my beloved comrade, a beautiful poet. I always kindly envied Misha when I met his work in different publications and always rejoiced ...

It was a big poet, a huge poet, a Russian poet. The poet of God's mind ”... At one of the meetings with readers Vishnyakov, they asked the question:“ In your opinion, did your poetic fate take place? As a true poet, he answered with poems: he will come publicly or at an hour of deserted one day and you are painful and difficult.