Vladimir Bunin Biography

Muse is leaving. In vain in the distance with a plea, to extend her hands, it will not turn around. Only leaning over the bowl, the life of the complete - there are whirlpools, dual days, mistakes, mistakes, errors and game, remember the death of death, alternating joy with a quick sadness, and, putting a hand in the heart, creating everything in the world: the movement of thoughts, hands and pen.

With Volodya you will have a deep contact. ” Vera Small said to me about Volodya: “He has a strong character. He caught my eye with his seriousness and temperament. It is not simple. You can fall in love with him, get carried away with them. This liveliness, harshness, a highlight is in it in essence of Volodya, I feel something dear and sweet to me. Volodya said that he likes my poems.

Volodya played in my house, he was in the blow. He lives a very intense life, lives for two days in a day, plays a lot at home. Lena and I went to see everyone. Volodya and I walked alone ahead of everyone and talked quietly. Everyone left except Volodya. I woke up in fright. This is a warning to me, a sign. On the day of a divorce from Kolya, I dreamed of a bus racing at me.

Perhaps there will be many problems with Volodya. We met with Volodya in the subway and arrived at Misha R. I need to go into the shadow if I want to be his servant, his friend. Volodya concerts 16 years. He is concentrated, he has a clear road ahead, a clear goal. He is a master. Me: “He approved her? Me: "I am sorry for him." Volodya: “Why? Volodya: “Art carries pain.

Art brings up man and informs him. Isn't it? Volodya: "My aphorism is inspired by you." He believes that Sviridova cannot be played softly. Volodya said: "You stumbled upon the buffer, blocking the entrance to my inner world." Lena Sister is right, he does not let anyone in to himself. Volodya changed his face when he spoke hard things, it became cold and impregnable.

When he softened, he was brighter. Do you know that you have a frantic temperament? Crayfish are infantile, soft Volodya: "I do not fit in the horoscope." Volodya spent me in the subway to the train, looked warmly at me. He has a thin look, the eyes of a person of high blood. He sleeps only 7 hours, he has a lot of energy, in the summer he sleeps even less. He loves to read books in English.

Me: "I would like to talk to you in 5 years, see if you have changed." Volodya: "This is a very long time." Me: “Year? Me: “Are you interested in people? Now I'm not susceptible. I have only a month to learn a new program. I do not like the genre in which bards sing, I am not so educated. The musicians would not listen to bards. But I'm not like everyone else. I'm listening, I'm interested.

" I said: “And you are doing the right thing. Your consciousness is expanding. ” To be your friend, your ecerman, thoughts deep to listen to the tirelessly sometimes, sometimes we began to speak synchronously with Volodya about the same thing. From his game, I begin to ostrify. The Divine spirit permeates my heart, I cry. Volodya: "If a person does not know pain, he cannot do." I mix it, flirt in my own way through humor.

Volodya says in the club where he will play: "It is very pleasant to a combination of painting and music." He talks about Sviridov’s plays for a long time, plays them, while the pedal creaks. There is a laugh in the hall. Later, Volodya tells his dream at night: the snake wrapped around his leg. Here are the time, sleep in the hand. At the concert was Petya Starchik, he listened to Volodya, closing his eyes.

Extraordinary femininity appeared in me. Igor Galkin said I was younger. I dressing each other and Volodya in the house of Kotkov Oleg, we laughed. I said: "I am a crazy person, I violate the conventions invented by people." He played amazingly. I did not go to artistic, embarrassed. Volodya walked past me, asked: “Why didn’t you come to my artistic? I am a simple and invisible person.

I do not like when there are a lot of people. " Going down and talking quietly with each other, we saw my godfather Altist, professor of conservatory Fedor Serafimovich Druzhinin.

We kissed him, talked. Volodya did not leave, was waiting for me. He invited me to him, gave the address. I met the family of Vasily Ivanovich and Elena Alexandrovna. Two lovely granddaughters read Herodotus, Tolstoy, scenes from English and French plays, Goethe in German. Volodya offered a toast for those who first visited his house, that is, for me. In his eyes his understanding, through his eyes there is an exchange of some kind of spiritual information.

With his acquaintance, L., having thanked, refused. Maybe in vain? At the concert, I saw his mother Nina Vladimirovna, she sees very badly. Dreams are symbolic, but I still do not know how to interpret them. Volodya makes me happy with his presence. He is extremely busy with creativity permeating his inner world. It is covered by the heart with fire and the ministry is asking me to answer him: “Anechka Krotkov is so clean that she does not know what mat is, but I am so dirty that when I hear the mat, I die, I laughs outside myself.

Misha is her husband. Love itself gives so much. Why reciprocity when you can be happy and without return love? After the face of Volodya Subtle, interesting, intelligent - I can’t look at men - their faces seem so rude.