Agrav biography

He called the number several times and once the addressee pricked - when he learned that “Journalist number one” became one of the co -authors of Brezhnevsky - in three volumes marked by the Lenin Prize - memoirs ... He joked. He wrote on the anger of the day, and went out - on anger and even decades. He was recognizable in the first lines, other of which rose to aphorisms.

Here is the beginning of one essay: “The best and so far the only way to extend life is not to shorten it. My topic is safety precautions. ” But the other - the last, the last, unfinished: “How do they reduce the device? Well, let's say, flying. There is only one method: remove excess. ” And his colleagues did not envy him. After all, they usually envy the one who is considered equal to their minds and talent, but for some reason that has achieved more.

However, none of the newspaper men did not put himself with him. By their tacit consent, he was a "number one journalist." Well, for example, countless bars and restaurants, and even with striptease! These establishments existed in such quantities that the head was spinning. He made friends with the editor of Genchi Arabedzhiev. When six years later I will come there again, Gencho will be a member of the Central Committee, the most important in the country for printing.

I will meet him in Sofia, where I will fly from Varna for one day - behind the fee, because by that time I was printed in Bulgaria in different editions. Everyone wanted to distinguish particularly ... In particular, I came up with the Varna-Promtovarn scene-about compatriots that sweep away from local shelves everything that is possible. The text accompanying action, as is customary in such salons, I composed for myself.

It remained to find a "fashion model." He told the spouses about the plan. She agreed right away, with joy! And in the carnival, the performance of the "Soviet", alas, turned out to be worse than conceived. But the Poles showed the class! The number with striptease was especially successful ... Imagine: the southern night by the sea, and on the veranda, under the roar of the orchestra, in the ray of the spotlight, a bright -firing, very busty panie appears.

I sat down for a moment, and everyone flew into the public: “Ah! He laughed - and from that moment the phrase: “Eh, member of the party Reentovich! The All -Union famous “Journalist number one” accepted me to his “Near Circle”, probably, first of all, because it immediately became clear: we have a common wonderful friend - Mark Lazarevich Gallai. After all, it was Agranensky who once insisted that the famous test pilot, the Hero of the Soviet Union, settled for his memoirs, however, these first books were “tested in the sky” and “invisible barriers” were much greater than just memoirs, introduced the Tvardovsky, who was the first to publish them in the “New World” ...

but actually this time our group could be boring there-it could be boring there-it could be boring-it could be bored there- Because before, M, it was headed by the witty sports radio journalist Naum Dymarsky, and now, in M, - indicated in the general list of the "Master of the APN", in fact, the drunkenness of the KGB Ivan Kurkov. Since Kurkov immediately chose my neighbor in the number of us, Leningraders, in the group, there were two in the group - there were two cute, good, but, alas, strongly succumbing to Oleg Sharkov, I and the fellow countryman have all sorts of extraneous conversations that could become the property of the Kagebashnik, I stopped in an instant - all the more, the best interlocutor than Agraf could not imagine.

And our tastes, thank God, coincided in many ways. For example, every time after breakfast, on the beach, we got a great pleasure together, watching Anatoly Kentner over my classmate, who, before the release of LSU, resourcefully changed his surname to “pigeons” and, having spent several years to the Komsomol Central Committee, by the time became the editor -in -chief of the journal “Change”.

Then he will head the "Soviet screen." On the beach, everyone already knew from him that he bought a dacha from the marshal of armored troops Rybalko, and at the same time - the Mercedes; that also under the pseudonym Ksenin created a lot, on a sports topic, grandiose books ... And now, every time after breakfast, it was demonstratively located in sight of the simple mortals near the Black Sea wave - the “armed” red in the Yugoslavskaya by the writing machine and the Italian, the company “Mastro de Paia”, under the smoking tube, under the smoking tube, The canopy of the Polish scarlet umbrella, who carefully kept over the “writer”, a faithful, familiar to me by Peter, wife Busya.

Having tapped the keys for about half an hour, he proclaimed on the whole beach: “Well, two more pages are ready for immortality! You can get rid of it!

Observing all this, the great worker of the pen Agransky smiled: “Well, what a dope! And in the evening, no bars-restaurants, which was already thoroughly introduced to both Poland and Hungary, was absolutely not pulling. Moreover, Anatoly Abramovich preferred after dinner, gathering a very narrow company on a bench in a dumb corner of our park or on someone’s balcony, with his low baritone, it was good for his own accompaniment that the guitar was found in the hotel!

For example, the lines of Inna Goff: to love a person with a brave soul means to suffer a lot.The father, the famous journalist-beloved Abram Davidovich Agranovsky, was taken and sent to the Norilsk camp before the war “along the NKVD line”. But the eldest son vowed that he would achieve his rehabilitation, and - the most amazing - eight months later, it would seem that the miracle was incredible at that time.

And my mother was waiting for liberation in the camp of Karaganda. The youngest son, Valery, ended up in Tyumen, and Tolya remained in the capital, while in the days of panic on October 15-16, his Moscow Pedagogical Institute named after Karl Liebknecht was evacuated to Altai, in Oihot-Tour. There, in the newspaper Krasnaya Oirothy, he published its first notes. He quickly graduated from the Military Aviation School of Bombard Riflers, then-the Higher Military Aviation School of Sturmans.

I managed to fight. It was printed in the newspaper of the Moscow Military District "For Courage". And after demobilization, he worked as an artist-multiplier, an assistant to a movie operator, a retoucher, and a designer-artist. He wrote both film scores and songs to verses of his favorite poets. Then - "Literary Newspaper." Published in the "Banner", "New World". With Go - the special corner "Izvestia".

So on the verses of Boris Slutsky: the morning is squeamish, and the rain splashes. I am lying at the station in the corner. I’m still young and red, it’s easy for me on a hard floor ... When we were left together, Aganovsky patiently answered my “professional” questions. A year earlier, I acquired my first, almost miniature, Japanese cassette tape recorder in the St. Petersburg commission for reporter work, which, in Bulgaria, was especially useful.

The main thing for me is this: journalism is designed to wake public thought. Works of this kind are sometimes called useless. The useless is harmful. Why such haste? Everything will be fine, and pawns will go into the ladies! And there will be noise and din, and there will be an account of money. And the rains will go on Thursdays. But everything grows in this white world.

And now, in the company of friends, our children are increasingly recalling that it is high time for us “Aufviderzein” ... And then I thought: “We are surrounded by the abyss of smart, people.” There are no such. The first time speak yourself. You can already listen to the second evening. Then he woefully, under the guitar, to the poems of Alexander Mezhirov, remembered how “artillery hits his own”: ...

we lie under the caps of caps and tremble with smoke. It is still necessary to beat the strangers, and she-by her own, by the birthday ... And then, when we were left together, as a continuation of the previous conversation:-Perhaps, it is more difficult for us to be a positive essay. Simply put, the current reader has become more difficult to surprise. Meanwhile, the newspaper cannot live without a positive essay, because we have something to brag about, what to show ...

Remember Mayakovsky’s phrase: “Bru, but I can’t prove anything”? I do not want to delve into a recent dispute about legends and facts. If there is an opportunity to check everything in peacetime, then this must be done. In response, Agranovsky dreamily said: “This could become a good outline of the essay about formalism ...” At that time, he “scanned” the lines of Arseny Tarkovsky for us: evening, silly, sized.