Veronika Tushnova Biography Poems

Professor Tushnov was several years older than his chosen one, and in the family everything was subordinated to his desires and will, up to the presentation of lunch or dinner on the table.

Veronica, a black -eyed, thoughtful girl who wrote poetry from childhood, but hiding them from her father, according to his indisputable “desire” immediately after graduation, the professor’s family had settled there by that time. Veronika Mikhailovna studied at the faculty of therapy for four years, but could no longer torture her soul. She was seriously carried away by painting, and poetic inspiration did not leave.

At the beginning of the summer of the year, Tushnova enters the Moscow Literary Institute named after M. Gorky: her desire to professionally and seriously engage in poetry and philology seems to begin to come true, but did not have to study. The war began. Veronica Mikhailovna's father had died by then. The sick mother and little daughter Natasha remained. By the way, the family, personal life of Veronika Tushinova is another mystery for the connoisseurs of her work, for literary critics.

Everything is hidden behind the seven seals of the secrets of the family archive, much has not been preserved, lost, much - is silent about the personal life of the poetess, a little is known, and mainly from indirect sources. The first husband-Yuri Rozinsky-was a psychiatrist and left them with his daughter during the war years. There are unclear references to her second marriage. Using her medical knowledge, Tushnova worked almost all the years of the war in the hospitals by a doctor - they were not enough catastrophically!

Her name was affectionately: "Doctor with a notebook." In the year, her poetic experiments went out of the press, which she called the "first book." It was a relatively late debut - Veronika Mikhailovna was already 29 years old - and he was somehow unnoticed, quietly Tushinova was inherent in his note of pure, piercing sadness, elegance, that the dashing “elaborators” from the Union of Writers immediately called the “notorious cellularity”, “quails in the spirit of“ salon ”verses of Akhmatova.” It is not surprising that the second book of Veronika Mikhailovna “The Road - Roads” will see the light only after ten years, in the year.

She simply did not dare to release her into the light. This book was based on poems, often written on the road and inspired by road meetings and impressions, acquaintances with new people and new places. Veronika Tushnova, in general, all this “decade of silence” worked hard and stubbornly: a reviewer in the publishing house “Fiction”, an essayist in a newspaper, translated Tagore from the substrates of Rabindranate, and she did this perfectly, because she was a lyric, “in its very slow essence,” as she herself said.

These ten years were very difficult for Veronica Mikhailovna. She was looking for her own path in poetry. I was looking for hard, painfully, often getting down from the tact and losing a lot for the heart and for talent. In the year, Tushnova writes the poem "The Road to Clound" she also entered the book of the year. This poem was very well greeted by criticism and reviewers, but today's reader in it would be clearly visible to some deliberation of the tone, the rhetorical exaltation, a craving for scale, false pathos, alien to the poetess: in general, all the features that are almost forgotten by “Soviet poetry”.

But she was so afraid of the former rude reproaches, ridicule, and simply “the abyss of silence is not printing”, which she preferred to be an author, who, in the words of one of the critics: “I did not acquire my creative face, did not find his voice.” In fact, only on the last twenty pages of the collection, in the section "Poems of Happiness", the poetess, as if dropping a heavy burden, suddenly became itself, the poems sounded in full force!

Suddenly the true face of the writer arose: loving, languishing, suffering. The book "Memory of the Heart" released in the year was already purely lyrical. Her poetic voice gained strength and height. A beautiful, black -haired woman with sad eyes for a characteristic and unusual medium -Russian eye, her beauty was called laughing "eastern beauty", with a mild character, who loved to give gifts, not only to relatives, but simply to friends; rushing at the first call to the rescue at any time of the day and night, infected everyone with laughter, fun and genuine love of life; This beauty - a poetess, with whose verses about love under a pillow, a whole generation of girls fell asleep under the pillow - she herself experienced the tragedy - the happiness of the feeling that lit up her last years on Earth and gave a powerful stream of energy to her work: this love was divided, but a secret.

The person who was loved by Veronika Mikhailovna, the poet Alexander Yashin, was married, could not leave his family, and who knows, could be able to Veronika Mikhailovna, a person who understands everything and perceiving heightly and subtly, because the poets from God “nerves on your fingertips” - decide on such a sharp turn of fate, more tragic than happy? Probably not. She called her feeling “a storm that I could not cope with” and trusted the slightest shades and overflow her poems, like diary lines.Those who read published after the death of the poetess in the year!

Veronika Mikhailovna was dying in severe torment. Not only from a terrible illness, but also from longing for a beloved person who decided, in the end, to release bitter -sinful happiness from the hands: the poetess was gone on July 7. She was barely 50 years old. Manuscripts remained in the table: unfinished sheets of the poem and a new cycle of poems. Three years after his beloved, he died, yearning, and rushing in this cold longing until the last days, Alexander Yashin.

The diagnosis also sounded ominous - "cancer".