F Laube biography

Soviet theater and film actor, pop artist, reader. At the age of 17, in the fall of the year, a volunteer joined the partisan detachment of tanks fighters under the leadership of the chief of the Gvozdev detachment and the commander of the Spiritin detachment. The detachment was formed in the Zvenigorod district of the Moscow region. In the detachment, Henry stayed to the expulsion of the Germans from the region in the winter of the year.

In years, he worked as an electric welder at mines in the city of Shchekino, Moscow Region. Information to the editor was provided by Boris Ivanovich Lukin. In the days of Socrates and Democritus, people were not shy about admitting ignorance. It was somehow non-imperative. And they said: “I know that I know nothing” who knows, to which of these two sages this aphorism belongs, science, in confirmation of the truth of this wisdom, is still wondering.

But what's the difference to us? If the sages were not shy about admitting their ignorance, then what is there to demand from a person unpretentious, simple to manage and musculosen. However, today, in the age of cybernetics, computerization, space development and globalization, who will you surprise with total ignorance? Well, who is brave? Throw a stone in an unknown! And silence, here I am, I don’t throw stones and do not hide from them, I already know: there is no so brave to mare it with a stone.

No, well, the next Anatoly Wasserman can jump out-then he can get a collapse, ask him someone a question from the field of feminology. Although, who knows him, it may turn out, therefore, when I heard the name of Felix Laube, without any there - “blushed”, “turned pale”, “stutter” - honestly, and most importantly - fundamentally, he himself “built”: “Who is it?

Why don't I know?

At that time, I thought about the annotation to my graphomaniac opus, and suddenly a line from the nooks of memory surfaced: “So two loneliness met, but on this one line my memory stalled. And I am a curious person, which repeatedly annoyed my relatives, they say: “Where? What is this? And where does everything get married? Everything is clear with Kikabidze, do not go to Google here, either a voice with appearance, or appearance with a voice, not by that, they will immediately recognize it differently.

And everything is clear with Ekimyan, Kohl weakened - “slaughtered” into the “Wikipedia” known to all Internet, she will tell a lot about the person, even that he does not behave to himself! And with Felix - the catch comes out. I climb into the Vicki - the result is zero! Well, I think, God with her: “Wikipedia” is “Wikipedia”, in two words - “Pisk of Fashion”.

And I take the fundamental, multi -pound, for the "big Soviet encyclopedia." There is no Felix Laube there! Maybe I was not looking there? Maybe on Fe? And then it dawned on me: but this is the pattern of Rasyskaya manifests itself. Like, “I did the job - walk, Vasya, go to yourself with God! Ah, maybe you also want meat? But who, standing on the pedestal, suddenly decides to move in order to give another place to another?

There are no fools. And therefore, dear author, stand in line: you see how long it is! For glory, albeit posthumous and tell me how and what to judge a person, if you don’t know anything about him? And just. Judge about a person for his deeds. And in our case - according to. Fortunately, the words remained from Felix Lauba, there were songs to his poems, so we will judge a man.

To the one who, in childhood, with three pennies clamped in a fist, fled across the road to Aunt, which is your legal requirement “I am with a syrup! Kommunal kitchen for five families, respectively, five tables with kerosenics on each, but today, this evening, the tables are shifted to one row; And on these tables there are “multi-caliber” plates, in which the ruby-inhabitant vinaigrette shimmers, the potato smokes, cucumbers and cabbage of last year’s salting, the herring is inviting with his tail and a ray.

And add a bottle of vodka to this still life, just out of the tap, pulled out from under cold water. And at this table, the whole "communal" sits in a row. The day is special, the day is victorious, May 9. And although the Soviet holiday canceled power, who will forbid me to sit with her neighbors after working with her neighbors, to remake friends of the dead and celebrate their living existence?

And the kid's apartment is glad: they twist the pen of the pratefon in the queue. In the open window, a song floats towards spring flowering: a peaceful sky above the fortress of Brest, in a cramped apartment happy faces. Politruk invites the bride, a brand new cube shines on a buttonhole. And outside the window, outside the Beauty of Novolunya, weeping willow whispers with a bug.

The forty -first year, early June. Still alive, still alive, still alive, all, all, all ... I bring active links to two video clips: the first option is the performer Joseph Kobzon; The second, which has now become extremely popular after the release of the film “Spy,” Svetlana Surganova sings. Click in the name and name of the performer. You will not regret the time spent - neither in that case ...

“Stop, a moment, you are fine!And how did you want this instant photo of the pre-war days to delay, so that this state of serene and quiet happiness lasts longer and only in the repeating refrain “are still alive, are still alive and if you know, if you have to foresee how fate will turn away, and you don’t say,“ Fate Sud, turn in front of me, to the forest, to the forest!

And here, I think, it's time to give the floor to Felix Laube: in the internet there was a direct speech of the poet:-I myself am from the generation of those whose childhood the war "hooked". I well remember the strained hum of fascist bomb trucks flying in the sky above our village of Uspensky towards the capital. Many years later, when I again visited my native places, I suddenly remembered everything to the smallest details.

And for some reason, the blue and bottomless pre-war sky in early June forty-first is brightest. And these very lines came about what it was for those with whom the war soon separated the war again ... showed poetry to one friend of the composer, to another. No one wanted to take this song. And only Pavel Aedonitsky, whom I also decided to show poetry, literally “clung” into them, they excited him so ...

Aedonitsky took a song in Sochi, to a song competition, where he was invited as a jury member. Having met Joseph Kobzon, who was also in the jury of the contest, Aedonitsky handed him the Clivir “pre -war waltz”. Soon the premiere took place. And on the "Song", Joseph Kobzon sang her, having come up with the same mise -en -scene with empty chairs, which so crashed into memory.

Where did the stone fly? Vaughn that remembered a similar case. Efim Fomin was called a man. And what pushed him to the political instructions to go? Originally from a poor family, father is a blacksmith, mother - a seamstress, probably planned for a bread place. And fate turned into Brest. And fate ordered him to lead the defense of the fortress. And interestingly, as of June 22, several generals were listed in the subfront of the Brest fortress.

And the defense was led by two lieutenants and he, political instructor. And what is characteristic, according to the fifth column of his short questionnaire, he was supposed to sit out in Tashkent from the war. And his questionnaire turned out to be short, at the end of June, on the denunciation of his recent combat comrade, he was shot by the Germans at the Kholm Gate of the Brest Fortress as a political officer, as well as in an incorrigible fifth column.

Here is a continuation of the “pre -war waltz” such a “conjuncture” and Felix Laube has many such “conjunctural” texts. For example, a song about Kerch, or "forget -me -not." I was naive, I was delighted, finally thought, lyrics, spring, buttercups, flower, forget-me-nots. And it turned out