Vladimir Gneushev Biography

Then the planet will be released from the hands, hugging it with farewell turns. But somewhere on a calculated round, throwing a rocket on the parabola, they suddenly remember how it blooms, hanging to the ground, lilac in a provincial town ... ... the hall listened, froze, and when the last two lines were heard, exploded with applause. Many have their eyes. Nostalgia - longing, sorrow in the homeland - that was what it was!

In a Russian person, this feeling is transmitted from generation to generation, preserved in genes forever. And Gneushev subtly affected this feeling ... Many Americans asked to record these poems as a keepsake. Separating the glory of the poet, we gave them several manuscript sheets with lines "Lilac in a provincial town." And two years later, when one of these Americans, Lam Harris, came with a group of farmers to the Stavropol Territory, I gave him a book of poems by Vladimir Gneushev.

It is impossible without veneration and respect for a person who has never been in any party and who, not for the sake of pathos, and he sincerely said about themselves as follows: “My ideological and moral education took on entirely: life, my own stubbornness and Vitaly Valentinovich Bianchi are a great man and a writer who became my second father. I have one daughter, one son and one grandson.

Behind me is one flag, one oath and a single loyalty to them. ” And they are uniform to them ... In these words, all Gneushev. His passion and conviction, honesty and decency, willingness to stand up for a comrade - these qualities have always been with him, as well as a sense of collectivism, fidelity in friendship and love. I know this firsthand, because we all treated him as an older brother, with the confidence that he will always help, protect, and protect him from mistake and from trouble.

Only now, unfortunately, not every of us can get rid of such conviction. But all our lives we are guided by, as a motto, his poetic line “It will be easier to the Motherland - it will be easier for me! He was more than a poet. He was a real citizen and teacher. Everyone who at least somehow contacted this person received a tangible charge of energy, knowledge and ideological conviction.

Vladimir had an emphasized inattention to his own person, which over the years turned into a life principle. In his novel “Sandro from Chegem”, Fazil Iskander recalls how, while studying at the Literary Institute, students from a distance of a manuscript magazine, which was born without the approval of the leadership of the institute and the district committee of the party.

A scandal broke out with study, calling “on a carpet” and other troubles. Many years later, Iskander met one of the compilers of this magazine, and he gratefully recalled that only two students - Iskander and Gneushev voted at that time at that time from the Komsomol. And I also recall such an episode of the same distant sixties. They performed, as they say, on equal terms. For us, the young Stavropol, of course, was great that our fellow countryman Vladimir Gneushev was affirmed on the stage next to the already famous Moscow poet and was awarded with the same violent applause.

Because his every word fell on the target. And when the poet turned to the hall, it seemed to me that he addresses me, to each of us: we dig the earth, paint the roofs of rusty, we put sails on the Shalanders, and the songs of Bulat Okudzhava and this is “we”, I do not exaggerate, related and united the hall and the poet. Vladimir Gneushev is known not only as a poet, but also as surprisingly intelligible, in the Statropolitan, Caucasian mental prose writer.

In his book “Wallness Glory”, he talks about the history and present of the Stavropol Cossacks. You read it as a poem, as a poetic prose smelling of thyme and wormwood. The author’s language is so accurate and example that you can’t break away from the surprisingly melodic, truly Russian, in the Cossack dignity for hours, and I would say, Sholokhov, penetrating into the soul of Vyazi of words coming from ancient times.

We were all witnesses of the titanic work that Vladimir Grigoryevich did along with the editor of Karachay-Cherkesskaya at that time of the regional newspaper, and then the Stavropolki Andrei Lavrentievich Passotko, creating a book about the defenders of the Caucasus from the Nazi invaders The Secret of the Marukhsky glacier. This volumetric creation of the journalist warriors has become a table book for hundreds of thousands and millions of young patriots of our country for decades of the end of the twentieth century and, in fact, the initiator of the All-Union campaign in places of revolutionary, military and labor glory of the Soviet people, which lasted decades.

And we are proud that each of us - journalists of that time - helped Gneushev in one way or another and to collect materials for this book. It is only a pity that the current administrators from culture do not find funds to reprint this instructive documentary and journalistic work, which would be very useful for today's youth, blinded by the brilliance of the dollar and profit.As a professional, I am firmly convinced that readers of all ages will return to the poetic and prose works of Vladimir Grigoryevich Gneushev more than once, published in the second half of the twentieth century, and his recent, as if to the final books “Wilde Glory” and “Lilac in a provincial town”, published thanks to friends.

In any case, we and thousands of our peers, as well as our children and grandchildren will always remember and honor this talented writer, a wonderful and extraordinary person. In the center of Stavropol there is an alley of honorary citizens of the city, where high -reliable portraits are installed over forty Stavropol residents who, one way or another, glorified the city with their affairs.

What a pity that among these names there are no such famous surnames in Russia as writer Vladimir Gneushev, surgeon Mikhail Makarov, poet Alexander Ekimtsev, journalist Apollo Petrov. Is it really the merits of those administrators and public figures of recent years who have been included in the cohort of honorary citizens are more significant for the city of the cross than the creative people named by me, personifying our era with their affairs?!