Evil clown
In the fall of 1958, 11-year-old high school student Stephen Edwin King jumped on a freight train and went to meet his idol.
He had with him a few dollars he had earned over the summer mowing neighbors' lawns, and two Payday candy bars that he would have to stretch out over several days. However, he also had with him something much more valuable than two pieces of peanuts, nougat and chocolate wrapped in glossy packaging. It was a book. But not just any book, but the best one he had ever read. On the cover there was a simple and magnificent in its simplicity name of four letters - “Pnin”. As you might have guessed, Stephen Edwin King was riding on a chilly freight train to see Vladimir Nabokov for himself, and his destination was Ithaca, New York, where the literary titan was then teaching at Cornell University. Steve was turned away from the venerable Ivy League institution because he was wearing only slippers, short shorts, and a torn Red Sox T-shirt. Then the teenager hid behind a honeysuckle bush on the alley leading to the university, took out the last piece of Payday, put it in his mouth, opened the book and waited. And he knew how to wait...
Vladimir Vladimirovich lowered his camel face, then raised his glasses, as if for the sake of visible symmetry, and with a warm smile in his sly eyes asked in a voice as tart as wine:
- What do you want, boy? - Mr. Nabokov, my name is Stephen, and I came a long way to see you. I won’t take up much time, I have just one, but very important question for you. Mr. Nabokov, tell me, how can I become a great writer like you? “To do this, you first need to read a lot of books,” answered Vladimir Vladimirovich and immediately began to lose interest in the young admirer. - Yes, but which ones?
Vladimir Vladimirovich frowned and curled his lower lip, portraying that completely childish expression that so amused Vera Evseevna, his wife. After being silent for half a minute, he finally said in a voice that seemed to change:
— Alexander Blok, Boris Poplavsky and the plays of Leonid Andreev.
The exoticism of hitherto unknown names deafened Stephen, like Little Richard's guitar. It seemed that all the sounds of the Universe merged into one melodic overflow: “Blok, Poplavsky, Leonid Andreev. Blok, Poplavsky, Leonid Andreev.” When he recovered from the first shock, Vladimir Vladimirovich was no longer there.
To this day, the Bangor, Maine Public Library houses books from Stephen King's personal collection. If we open one of them - a collection of dramatic works by Leonid Andreev - we will find the following dialogue from the play “The One Who Gets Slapped”:
K o n s u e l l a. Jim is so kind. All clowns are good. T o t. I'm evil.
Opposite the dialogue is marginalia, written by the hand of a master: “WOW!!!” We will find a similar note next to the monologue of the clown Thoth:
T o t (mumbling). What a comedy, how wonderfully everything is turned upside down in this world: the one who is robbed turns out to be a robber, the robber complains about the theft and curses!.. (Laughs). Listen: you are not my shadow, I was mistaken. You are the crowd. Living by me, you hate me. Breathing me, you choke with anger.
Many years later, from these two replicas the 1,400-page novel “It” will grow, rightfully considered one of the pinnacles not only of Stephen King’s work, but of all American literature. In addition, the little black book, which is still carefully kept in King’s personal archive, is of undoubted interest. It contains poetic passages that the writer wanted to place in the text of “It” as epigraphs. Among them are the following lines from Boris Poplavsky:
And the glass moon clown fell silent, bleeding silver blood, and his head rolled into the distant black low forest
Unfortunately, King's masterpiece was written and published during the era of Ronald Reagan, when Soviet-American relations were completely unpredictable, and periods of thaw were followed by severe frosts - so the publisher insisted that King throw out all quotes from Russian poetry and replace Boris Poplavsky with Bob Dylan.
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The Eiffel Tower
- everyone has heard about it, dreamed of visiting, and many have realized this dream. This landmark is not only visible from any part of the French capital, it has already merged so much with its landscapes, has become such a recognizable symbol of the city, and the whole country, that it is simply impossible to imagine Paris without the Eiffel Tower.
The Eiffel Tower is unique at different times of the year
Gustave Eiffel As a result, Eiffel's project became one of the 4 winners. Then Eiffel made final changes to it, finding a compromise between the original purely engineering design and the decorative version. On September 18, 1884, Eiffel received a joint patent for the project with his collaborators. Construction of the “iron lady” (dame de fer) began in 1887 and took two years, two months and five days. 300 workers worked.
Drawing To complete the tower on time, Eiffel used, for the most part, prefabricated parts. The holes for the rivets were pre-drilled in the designated locations, and two-thirds of the 2.5 million rivets were pre-installed. None of the prepared beams weighed more than 3 tons, which made it very easy to lift the metal parts into the designated places. At the beginning, high cranes were used, and when the structure outgrew their height, the work was picked up by mobile cranes specially designed by Eiffel. They moved along rails laid for future elevators. The difficulty was that the lifting device had to move along the tower masts along a curved path with a changing radius of curvature. The first tower elevators were powered by hydraulic pumps.
Construction of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. On March 31, 1889, designer Gustav Eiffel hoisted the French flag at the top of the tower. Today, the Eiffel Tower structure is the most recognizable architectural landmark of Paris. She is known throughout the world as a symbol of France. The designer himself simply called it a 300-meter tower.
The Eiffel Tower was originally intended to be a temporary structure. Its purpose was to serve as the entrance arch to the 1889 Paris Universal Exhibition. Twenty years after the exhibition, the tower was planned to be demolished. The tower was saved by technical progress - in the late 1890s, a radio transmitter was installed on one of its columns. Later, a TV broadcaster was placed next to it - they remain on the tower in our time.
For more than forty years after its opening, the graceful “our lady” (as the tower is called in Paris), whose “height” was 312 meters, was the tallest building in the world, almost twice as tall as the tallest buildings of that time - the Pyramid of Cheops, Cologne and Ulm Cathedrals . But in 1930 it was surpassed by the Chrysler Building in New York. Now the height is 325 meters (the increase was due to the numerous radio and television antennas installed on the peak). Design
Colorized photograph of the tower's construction. July 1888. Photo: Roger Viollet/Getty The original color of the Eiffel Tower at the time of its construction in 1888 was called "Venetian red", as shown in the photo.
During the “lady’s” life, the color of her attire was both ocher-yellow and red-brown, but since 1968, the tower has been painted “Eiffel brown” every seven years, a color patented specifically for her. Moreover, if from a distance it seems that the tower is painted with one paint, upon closer examination it turns out that this is not so: a curious visitor will be able to distinguish three shades - from dark to lighter.
In the fall of 2015, the “Calling Card” of Paris was painted pink. This change in the appearance of the tower occurred due to an anti-cancer campaign that has been carried out in France for more than 20 years. In addition, the symbol of the international program to combat breast cancer, a pink ribbon, appeared on the tower. Painting the tower costs the budget 4 million euros. 60 tons of paint, 1.5 thousand brushes and a thousand pairs of leather gloves are purchased for painters - painting is done only by hand, the use of spray guns is not allowed. Observation deck
About 7 million people come annually to look at the tower and see Paris from a bird's eye view from one of its observation platforms, 75% of whom are foreigners. Moreover, every third guest, according to surveys, climbs the tower not for the first time.
The Eiffel Tower is a private enterprise. Its shares are traded on the stock exchange. At the moment, one share of the high-rise costs about 39 euros.
At one time, Gustave Eiffel wanted to introduce exclusive rights to replicate the image of his brainchild. However, the initiative outraged many townspeople and artisans. And Gustave had to transfer the rights to public use. Thus, the company lost its percentage of only 5 billion cards sold, and how many more figurines, statues, bottles and vials, bags, T-shirts and other things were sold since 1989. Fountains
/www.GetBg.net» target=»_blank»>www.GetBg.net).jpg» alt=»358151_parizh_fontan_bashnya_1920x1200_(www.GetBg.net).jpg» /> Every evening at any time of the year the sky over Paris is cut by a spotlight , mounted on the Eiffel Tower. In addition, at night, once an hour, 20 thousand light bulbs light up on the tower, making the Parisian beauty shine and sparkle for five minutes.
The flag of Belgium in 2008, when France held the presidency of the European Union, the flag of Europe was projected onto the tower - blue with yellow stars.
In 2009, when “our lady” celebrated her 120th anniversary, from October to December her slender silhouette became a platform for amazing light shows.
However, no copy, even the best one, can replace the original, so guests continue to flock to the capital of the Fifth Republic to personally meet the elegant Frenchwoman. She, in turn, pays generously for such attention - in 1959, the 35 millionth visitor, who turned out to be a ten-year-old boy, Julien Bertan, received the keys to his own new car from the hands of Gustav Eiffel's grandson. The same gift was given to the 100 millionth visitor in 1983 by the French singer Mireille Mathieu. The 150 millionth guest of the tower became the owner of the new car in 1993. It is no longer possible to imagine Paris without the Eiffel Tower. Since 1991, the Eiffel Tower has been included in the UNESCO World Heritage List
Now it's almost a living creature!
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Immediately after meeting Nabokov, the future writer hurried home. Since neither the teachers nor his own mother needed him, no one noticed his absence. He devoted the next few months to a careful study of the literature of Russian modernism, and then finally decided to try his hand at writing.
His first experience was the adaptation of Alexei Mikhailovich Remizov’s story “The Devil”. The plot of this work is built around a sect of village Satanists who practice human sacrifice, namely the ritual murder of children.
Stephen King reduced the original source to one page, moved the action to his native land, and replaced all the names with American ones. He also gave a different, more enticing title: “Children of the Corn” (let’s immediately make a reservation that that student story has nothing in common with the bestseller of the same name, which King would later write).
“Children of the Corn” was a great success among his peers: Stephen even came up with the idea of selling hand-made copies of the story for five cents apiece. When the leprechaun piggy bank was filled to capacity with nickels, he broke it, counted the proceeds and realized that he had become a writer.
Subsequently, King would repeatedly turn to the plot borrowed from Remizov. In fact, without “The Devil” there would be neither “Salem’s Lot” nor the same “It”. But it seems much more inspiring to us that King wrote his story “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption”, inspired by only one phrase from Remizov:
“After all, Deniska managed to snatch minutes and pick a hole in the door under various pretexts. I tried for weeks, and by one Saturday the hole was ripe.”
Mad Doctors
"He Who Will Survive" is one of Stephen King's most shocking stories. Its plot can be summarized as follows.
A young but very ambitious surgeon decides to take a dubious adventure. He illegally transports a large cargo of heroin on the ship, for which he is owed several million dollars in reward. Everything goes smoothly until the ship crashes and our hero finds himself completely alone on a barren desert island. The only things he has are a suitcase full of heroin and a box of surgical instruments. Wild with hunger, he tries to catch a seagull, but fails and breaks his leg. In the heat, he quickly develops gangrene, so, using part of the valuable cargo as an anesthetic, he amputates the infected limb. For several days he watches how the severed leg reaches the desired condition, after which he eats it. Then he, gradually going crazy from hunger and rapidly developing drug addiction, realizes that help is far away, he needs something to eat, but he actually has a lot of food.
Stephen King himself does not hide what inspired him when he composed this brilliant example of splatterpunk:
“I wrote “The One Who Wants to Survive” under the impression of the early prose of my favorite writer Mikhail Bulgakov. In this short story, the influence of his stories “Morphine” and “Towel with a Rooster” is especially noticeable. When I first read them, it even occurred to me to quit writing. I then thought: what difference does it make what else I write if Bulgakov wrote about everything a long time ago? After that, I fell into depression for many years, began to abuse alcohol, and became addicted to drugs. Fortunately, my guardian angel Tabitha pulled me out of this whirlpool, albeit in a rather cruel way - forcing me to personally burn in the fireplace all Bulgakov’s books that we had at home. Since then my life has improved and I am now completely happy.”
Quotes about the tower
It is better to view people from afar. For example, from a window; It’s even better if the window is located at the very top of the tower. It's very exciting: people at a distance. The knight does not smell of fumes and garlic, the princess does not seem like a bitch, pregnant by the groom, and the first people they meet do not strive to stick their fist in their teeth instead of sharing wine at a rest stop. Little people carry little stories behind their shoulders - false, contradictory and momentary, spinners gathered in a tow, thread by thread they weave the tapestry of one, big and wonderful History. Sit in the tower, look out the window, admire.
— Your son fell off his horse and broke his tail...
For what sins were you given this ability: to arouse such devotion in people?
More than one has cut his own throat with his own too long tongue...
But a hotel is not a home. And it always seems to me that my real home is my office.
They say that you cannot make friends with a falcon unless you are a falcon yourself, a lonely temporary inhabitant of the earth, without friends and without the need for friends. The falcon does not know what morality and virtue are...
Make them build a tower and they will feel like brothers. But if you want them to hate each other, throw them a poppy seed.
When traitors are called heroes (or heroes are traitors), it means dark days have come.
Pride is an invisible bone that prevents the neck from bending.
For the law is not jurisprudence, not a thick book filled with paragraphs, not philosophical treatises, not pompous ravings about justice, not worn-out phraseology about morality and ethics. The law is safe roads and highways. These are city back streets where you can stroll even after sunset. These are hotels and taverns from which you can go to the toilet, leaving your wallet on the table and your wife at the table. The law is the peaceful sleep of people who know that the crowing of a rooster will wake them up, and not the red rooster!
Even if there is no traitor, people will still find him.
Language is a living thing and it is constantly evolving. He cannot be locked in an ivory tower, hung with masterpieces of painting, with a helipad on the roof, from where you can see half of Seattle.
Potter, shut your mouth! You think I don't know what you do in the tower after Quidditch victories? Malfoy, stop grinning so disgustingly, they don’t organize orgies with the sacrifice of virgins, because there are no more of them left in the school.
“By helping each other, we become equal.” “This is the real heart of Camelot.” And not these stones and wood, towers and palaces. Burn it all, and Camelot will live. He lives in us. This is the faith that lives in our hearts.
They will pay for it. I will prepare an invoice and, when the time comes, present it with all accrued interest.
Tomorrow will be different than Today. So different that people will stop believing in Yesterday.
A woman is the Tower of Babel and the labyrinth of the Minotaur rolled into one.
Now we are close to our goal, no matter what this clock tells us. But my teacher, Vanni, used to say that there is only one rule without exception: before victory comes temptation. And the greater the victory that is to be won, the stronger the temptation that must be resisted.
I think that all the evil in this world comes from thinking. When people who are completely incapable of it begin to think.
Beware of those who pretend to be lame.
The white towers of Ecthelion, shining like the tip of a pearl-silver needle. At the top - the morning breeze flutters the banners... Have you ever returned home at the call of silver trumpets?
Truly, it takes great self-confidence and great blindness to call the blood flowing from the scaffold justice.
Alas, the tragedy of Europe is turning almost into a banality. Europeans themselves are already fed up with tolerance, are outraged by the burkini, and consider a mosque next to the Leaning Tower of Pisa to be blasphemy. And it’s no longer clear how to approach the problem of Muslim immigration.
He who builds the tower will fall down, The swift flight will be terrible, And at the bottom of the world well He will curse his madness. The destroyer will be crushed, overturned by fragments of slabs, and abandoned by the All-Seeing God, He will cry out about his torment. And the one who has gone into the night caves or to the backwaters of a quiet river will meet a ferocious panther with terrifying pupils. You will not be saved from the bloody share that the firmament has destined for the earthly. But be silent: the incomparable right is to choose your own death.
— Your son fell off his horse and broke his tail...
Don’t worry, I’ll give you horses in return, one for each little one. Horses have a greater carrying capacity, but they eat less, and most importantly, they are silent the whole way.
I haven't had sex for 3 weeks! I can not stand it any longer! I even look at the Ostankino Tower somehow differently!
Load up with armor-piercing weapons! Anyone who doesn't get in is a loser!
Calm down, I am an Agronomist, the son of an Agronomist - that’s my last name. And this is Givi, the son of Zurab. And this is Logovaz - fatherlessness.
- It’s too late to drink Borjomi when the buds have flown off - I don’t understand... What is this, some kind of saying? - I sort of came up with this myself. - Dad, you are witty... you never let me get bored. Fima Shifrin simply.
A woman, in order to hide an insignificant trifle, erects an entire Eiffel Tower of lies, and does it ineptly; the structure threatens to collapse every minute, and she props it up with even more lies, getting bogged down in deception, like a fly in a drop of honey. Men's thinking is different in that they prefer the unsaid truth and do not risk being exposed for nonsense.
Our real estate is flexible. What we thought was unshakable is unsteady. What we imagined to be solid is fluid. Towers do not stand still, and skyscrapers scrape mainly the ground.
— One cook from the Night's Watch. He was angry with the king for something, I don’t remember. When the king arrived at the Twilight Tower, the cook killed his son and baked him into a large pie along with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That evening he served this pie to the king. The king liked his own son's taste so much that he asked for a second piece. The gods turned the cook into a huge white rat, feeding only on its offspring. Since then, he has been roaming the Twilight Tower, devouring his own young. But no matter what he does, he always remains hungry. - If the gods turned every murderer into a huge white rat... - The gods cursed the Rat Cook not for murder and not for serving the king’s son in a pie. He killed a guest under his roof. The gods do not forgive this.
Noble prostitutes
A woman who has fallen in body, but not in spirit, is a favorite type of Russian classics from Dostoevsky to Bunin and Kuprin. Russophile Stephen King couldn’t ignore it either. The most famous case of introducing such a heroine into the plot outline is the dystopia “The Running Man”. The main character of this novel is unemployed Ben Richards, who, in order to provide for his family, decides to take part in a television show with a fatal outcome. He takes this step out of extreme despair: his infant daughter dies of a serious illness, and his wife Sheila is forced into prostitution.
Here is an eloquent quote:
“Richards leaned against the wall: his legs couldn’t hold him up. A moment later he heard Sheila's voice, out of breath, a little scared.
- Hello? - Sheila. - He closed his eyes. - Ben, Ben, is that you? Are you okay? - Yes. Everything is fine. Katie. How... - Same. The temperature has dropped a little, but everything in my lungs is wheezing. Ben, I think she has phlegm there. What if it's pneumonia? - Everything will work out. Everything will work out. - I... - Pause, long pause. “I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I had to.” Ben, I gave it to two this morning. There was no exit. But I bought her medicine. Good medicines. “There was suffering in his voice.”
It’s easy to guess that Sheila is Sonya Marmeladova transported to the post-cyberpunk future, and the baby lying dying is Semyon Zakharovich Marmeladov, who has become a little girl. Sheila experiences unbearable torment because of her craft, but her duty to her father, who is also her daughter, forces her to accept humiliation.
In addition, in the descriptions of urban slums with which The Running Man is replete, an experienced reader will easily find numerous quotes from A.V. Druzhinin, D.V. Grigorovich, I.I. Panaev and other representatives of the natural school.
"Pet cemetery"
In 1981, two significant meetings take place in the life of Stephen King - and again at Cornell University. For now, let's focus on the first of them.
In the fall of that year, King was invited to Ithaca for the conference “And I will turn failure into success...”. Religious and philosophical quests in Russian literature, 1880–1930.” There he not only gave a report on Ivan Shmelev’s “The Inexhaustible Chalice”, but also met with Yuri Vitalievich Mamleev - King recently read his “Shatunov” in an abridged translation under the title The Sky Above Hell.
They opened the wine, poured it into glasses, and began to talk. King told Yuri Vitalievich about how delighted he was with “Connecting Rods,” but they talked more about the transcendent: both turned out to be big fans of the philosophy of Rene Guenon. And suddenly Mamleev says:
- Listen, dear Stephen. Like you, I love cats very much. Why don't you write a novel about how a man's cat dies and he takes it to sacred ground, buries it, and it is resurrected and returned to its owner. And so that this story is about immortality and the Absolute. I listened carefully to your report today - it seems to me that you could cope with such a task.
Stephen King wrote everything down in a notebook and began work on his novel Pet Sematary that night. Well, Mamleev didn’t even remember about their meeting.
Quotes about towers
Today I saw a gigantic pavement among the clouds, made of gray stones and larger than a field. Nobody visits her. Only a heron... Today I saw a tree growing from a high wall, and people walking high, high above the ground. Today I saw a poet looking out of a narrow window. But I liked the stone field, lost in the clouds, most of all. No one ever goes there. A good place to play and dream about different things. I saw a horse today floating on the top of a tower: a million towers I saw today. I saw clouds at the deadest hour of the night. I was freezing. I was colder than ice. I had nothing to eat. I couldn't sleep. “He curved his lips, trying to smile. “And you threw green mud at me.” Mervyn Peak
The high tower can only be reached by a spiral staircase. Francis Bacon
Autumn returned to Gormenghast, like a gloomy ghost returning to its stronghold. Her breath blew along the forgotten passages - Gormenghast himself turned into autumn And the inhabitants of the castle became only shadows of it. The crumbling castle, dying in the mists, breathed in autumn, and every cold stone of the castle exhaled it. The gnarled trees surrounding the dark lake were on fire, dropping drops, and their leaves, torn off by the wind, swirled madly between the towers. The clouds, curling, lay on them and scattered or tossed heavily on the celestial stone field, and their rags stretched between the archers, crowding against the invisible walls. Mervyn Peak
The name of the Lord is a strong tower. Proverbs 18:10
Yes, man is a tower of birds, a receptacle for shaggy animals, in his face are millions of faces, four-legged and winged. And many animals live in it, and many fish from the bottom of the seas. Nikolay Zabolotsky
What a great happiness it is to love and be loved, and what a horror it is to feel that you are starting to fall from this high tower!
"Dark tower"
The second Russian writer whom King met at Cornell was Joseph Brodsky. The poet did not go to the conference: as usual, he sat in the university library, read Virgil, drank whiskey and smoked heavily on a cigarette. There was a cosmic silence in the coolness of the library, which was broken only by the contented grunting of Joseph Alexandrovich as he once again drank from the bottle.
Stephen King went into the library to buy a can of cola and a Mr. Goodbar chocolate bar (American libraries have vending machines selling sweets) and noticed the hunched figure of the professor.
“Hey,” Brodsky suddenly shouted across the hall, “bring me a can of cola.”
King winced, but obeyed. It seemed to him as if some unknown force itself led his hand, which took the cold, sweaty jar and placed it on the table at which the professor was sitting.
“Aren’t you a little old for a student?” - Brodsky asked, taking a sip from the can and whistling with satisfaction through the hole between his teeth.
King introduced himself and told a little about himself. Throughout his story, Joseph Alexandrovich did not look up from the book, but at the end he said:
- So, a novelist? Listen, Mister Novelist, give me your number, I'll call you. You can leave the chocolate on the table.
Stephen King did so and returned to the conference in bewilderment. Several months passed, he had already forgotten about this meeting, when suddenly a call woke him up in the middle of the night. King woke up in horror and grabbed the phone.
- Hello? - Hello, novelist? This is Brodsky.
It was felt from his voice that Joseph Alexandrovich was very drunk. King closed his eyes, counted to five and exhaled:
- Yes, Joseph? What did you want? - So, so, Mister Novelist. Do you have paper on hand? Take it and write it down. When I was nineteen (a significant number for the story you are about to read), hobbits were everywhere...
So, just overnight, Brodsky dictated the first volume of The Dark Tower to Stephen King.
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Mystical animalism
In one of his letters to the publisher, Stephen King says:
“The other day I went to Ardis to collect my fee, and Karl Proffer handed me a small manuscript of a Soviet writer who is finding it difficult to publish in his homeland. Karl said that the thing was absolutely magical, but he didn’t know what to do with it, and asked my advice, thinking that perhaps I could put it in some magazine. I read the manuscript and was incomparably delighted. Few living masters have so subtly penetrated into the essence of human nature, despite the fact that the main character in this work is just a dog. Unfortunately, it so happened that our reader is given novels, but he will not accept a small form, even if brilliantly written, in any form. This is quite strange, given the tendency of our great people to grasp everything on the run - we prefer burgers made from meat of unknown origin to a plate of hot borscht, and instead of melting a good samovar, we would rather blow out a gallon or two of Coca-Cola. In general, I looked at this manuscript and decided to rework it a little in my own way, expanding it and adding fascinating details. In general, I hope I managed to preserve the spirit of Yuri Kazakov’s magnificent story “Arcturus the Hound Dog,” which in my adaptation began to be called simply “Cujo.”
Some researchers also note the noticeable influence that Gabriel Troepolsky’s story “White Bim Black Ear” had on “Cujo”, but we have not yet been able to find convincing evidence in favor of this hypothesis.
Poem "Silence"
Having received a fee for The Dark Tower, Stephen King and Joseph Brodsky decided to clean up the matter. Over a bottle of wine, they began to argue about poetry.
“Poetry is the great key to understanding the fundamental principles of existence, a cup of ice in which human thought boils without flowing,” said Stephen King. “But for me, writing a poem is like taking a shit,” answered Brodsky, and to confirm his words, he immediately wrote on a napkin in half a minute:
Silence, emptiness, nothing, only a fly buzzing, choking on a cloud of poison, it circles coldly along the walls, trying to hide from my gaze. Maybe this is murder, I don’t know, but my conscience is already calming down. I stand hidden with a notebook in my hand, the silence terrifies me. Waiting. I'm waiting for that unfortunate moment when the fly disappears forever.
- God, Joseph, this is brilliant! - Stephen King exclaimed. - Like? Take it,” Brodsky said and grinned drunkenly.
Aphorisms tower
White flags on the towers of my city, my city is empty and cold. It has been raining for a long time in a bright room, it’s good that you are not walking.
Red flags on the towers of my aging, the subtle taste of evenings with attempts at vision, But distances are such that loyalty without a body is dead.
From strengthened steps to the last day, from warmth to fire burned in the ashes.
Black flags on the towers of my holiness, a tree of eternal melancholy without fruit and joy. In the dusty windows there is a forlorn look, asphalt with no way back
And when all the flags on the towers turn dark blue, you and I will fly into the skies, anxiously powerless, But if the path is over without end, why the frankness of the face.
From strengthened steps to the last day, from warmth to fire burned in the ashes.
From strengthened steps to the last day, from warmth to fire burned in the ashes.
So this means: your sentence is three months! I don’t know how you’ll do it, but you still have time to finally ride your nag, park at the walls of the tower, open this door with your feet and enter! And then I’m sitting here, you know, waiting. dreams I dream.wishes I wish. This is not a royal matter. not royal.
A Parisian's Eiffel Tower is demolished.
Now the French just have to knock down the Eiffel Tower.
Instrument riot
In his youth, Stephen King's favorite poet was Alexander Vvedensky. King began collecting materials about him long before this name became widely known here in Russia. The writer usually hunted for the texts of his favorite author on Brighton Beach, where one savvy Jew soon got the hang of writing poetry in the spirit of Vvedensky, for which Stephen King readily paid in hard dollars.
So King would have collected the unique archive of Pseudo-Vvedensky until the end of his days, if the savvy businessman had not been brought to light by one old emigrant - a real nobleman who served in Kolchak’s army. He told the writer that he was being blatantly fooled, and at the same time told about his acquaintance with Vvedensky and about the lost novel authored by Alexander Ivanovich. Unfortunately, the White Guard's memory left much to be desired, but he definitely remembered that in that novel there was a scene of a battle of forks and knives.
Admired by this image, King wrote a story that same day, which he later filmed himself, making a film called “Maximum Overdrive.” If memory does not fail us the same way it failed the officer from Brighton Beach, then in one of his episodes you can actually observe a battle of cutlery and other kitchen utensils.
King sent the exposed archive of Vvedensky by parcel post to the Jewish Museum and Tolerance Center. His further fate is unknown.
Epilogue
The reader may get the impression that Stephen King took the best that Russian culture had, without giving anything in return. This is partly true. But it would be unfair to end this material on a minor note without talking about the services of the outstanding American prose writer to Russia.
It is well known that Stephen King is loved and revered among us. So, a year or two ago he topped the Russian list of best-selling authors and has no plans to give up this place of honor to anyone. But that's not the main thing. The main thing is that the maestro reciprocates the love of Russians.
Stephen King regularly visits Moscow incognito. For example, he is often seen at the Vvedensky cemetery laying flowers at the grave of the famous restaurateur Lucien Olivier. As a rule, he is caught doing this activity in the company of Dmitry Lvovich Bykov.
In addition, Stephen King once visited (again, incognito) the forum of young writers in Lipki, where he conducted several master classes, and at the same time suggested the plot of the novel “The Abode” to Zakhar Prilepin.
