Islam Elsanov Biography

Views: these days I once again re -read the stories of the writer Islam Elsanov, who is fifty -five years old on August 13, and was surprised at the variety of their topics and plots, the breadth of the worldview and the depth of knowledge of the author. The book "At sunset" is small in volume, but how much it has absorbed events and phenomena from our past and present! The most amazing me and delight the historical stories of this author.

One of them - “only now dawn” - was published in Elsanov’s book “The Grove of the Pink Birch” in the year. It was narrated in him about the tragic and heroic episode from the life of the first person of the high -mountain village of Gukhoy Gubash, for an independent character in the anger of Imam Shamil, blinded in his own house, which stopped at his overnight stay. At night, touching the house and closed from the inside, the angry lip began to kill everyone in a row in the darkness, orienting his blows to the voices.

He almost killed Shamil himself. But, breaking the doors, the people of Imam broke and tied the highlander with great difficulty. This scene of the story was especially impressive: “The Gubash, connected by the rope, which was recently tied, before he was cut, shouted, turning to the hearth, where he was lying on the chickel-Tolmach:“ Shamil! ” Answer if you are alive, how did the owner seemed to you, who accepted you as a dear guest?

Avar-Tolmach, who had not uttered a word yesterday, translated this Shamil, lying-with twelve wounds-between consciousness and unconsciousness. Shamil ordered to translate in a broken voice: “You are, no doubt, a brave person.” But you are gyaur.

And so you will die in the morning like a dog! But, after reading this story, which became an unexpected discovery for me, I realized that I know not everything and that not everything was read by me. And I understood one more thing for myself, which is or rather the proverbs “Live - Learn the age” were not yet invented by people. The author of this story and this book was then still an unfamiliar prose writer, the young writer Islam Elsanov.

Later, of course, while in the publishing house where he worked, and at the seminars of the young writers of the republic, inviting him to television, I recognized this rather ambitious, direct and courageous in the statements of the writer, who had his eyes, about everything-his opinion. He was and remains a fierce defender of justice: in history, friendly relations, creativity. Islam Elsanov was born in exile, in the family of a native of p.

Chechchel-ki of the Nozha-Yurt district, special migrant, in the village. Kuibyshevo Alabukinsky district of the Jalal-Abad region of Kyrgyzstan on August 13. Soon the family returned to Chechnya and stopped at the village. Fir-Evla C according to the collective farm, later-the city of Argun, where the young man graduated from high school. It was not possible to continue his studies immediately, so he worked at one of the factories, which were attached in many in the city of Argun in the late seventies of the last century, he served in the ranks of the Soviet Army.

After demobilization, Islam Elsanov immediately entered the philological faculty of the Chechen-Ingush State University and became an active member of the Prometheus Repemete-Ingush State University in those years that became widely known and popular in the Chechen-Ingush State Literary Association. Having studied for four years, I. Elsanov unexpectedly leaves the university and, on the recommendation of the Writers of the Chechen-Ingushetia, leaves to study at the Moscow Literary Institute.

He graduates from the full course of training in the seminar of the famous writer Anatoly Postavkin - the author of the first in Russian history of the story about the deportation of Chechens and Ingush "spent the night of the Golden Cloud." At the end of the university, I. Elsanov returns to Chechnya, where he works as an editor in the Chechen-Ingush Book Publishing House, correspondent, editor-in-chief of the Republican Radio, an employee of the Chechen-Ingush Institute of Humanities.

After or rather, even during the second military campaign in Chechnya, another bright line of the character of this person opens: in the year, Islam Elsanov graduated from the highest courses of the scriptwriters, the workshop of N. Ryazantseva and A. In the same year he shot his first short-range playing film “Chashche”. The diploma work. In the same M, the film managed to take part in the tenth anniversary film festival of the countries of the Commonwealth of Independent States and the Baltic States, held from September 7 to 14 in Anapa.

This did not go further: for political and national motives, the film was denied participation in all subsequent film festivals. In Moscow, where I. Elsanov at that time lived with his family, the real persecution of “persons of Caucasian nationality” also began and, as a result, the writer was forced to emigrate with his family to Norway, where he now lives. ” Elsanov began writing Islam back at school, but seriously engaged in literature, making it the meaning of his life, already at the university and literary association “Prometheus”, which truly became a school of skill and the forge of personnel for Chechen literature.The works of the young writer were often published in the Republican newspaper Leninsky Way, the Almanac “Organ”, collective collections in the “Anthology of the Chechen story”, in the book of works of North Caucasian writers “War of Life Life”.

Two own books of the stories and stories of I. Elsanov were also published: “At sunset” and the already mentioned “Grove of the pink birches”, which included the story of the same name. They were highly appreciated by literary criticism, public, readers. Elsanov was given to Elsanov for creative successes: he is a member of the Union of Writers of Russia and Chechnya, a member of the Russian Guild of filmmakers, one of the creators and leaders of the Chechen branch of the International Pen-Center.

His works have been translated into the languages ​​of the peoples of the Union of Independent States, as well as to French, English and Norwegian. The whole essence of Elsanov’s work is a great pride in his people, the desire to glorify his history, culture, wisdom and hard work, a thirst for exalting it and put on a par with the most civilized and developed peoples of the world.

The writer and publicist Lula Kuni wrote about him: “The degree of skill of any writer is determined, first of all, in the demand in his works of the“ truth of life ” - a kind of indicator of the writer's maturity, when the event described in the work is more convex and real than the reality itself, in the format of which we are in. The prose of I. Elsanov is an example of this level of skill when the reader becomes an involuntary accomplice of what is happening, when every detail of everyday life, each object tosses, when the time in his works becomes a category of material.

Once, about a certain famous master, it was said: "Others write poetry, he is things." So here. You understand the significance of the writer’s talent, when you feel, you see the muffled light of heavy “ethnic gold” with their own eyes on everything that his pen touched. This is what, ultimately, determines the essence and place of true literature in the system of spiritual values ​​of the ethnic group.

” Islam Elsanov is a master of image of a picture of nature, its condition and a tragic tie of the story or a story. Read at least at the beginning of the story "Only now Dawn." With a hundred Murtasecov, Imam Shamil rode in the Sharoevsky Gorge. Late autumn stood. The higher the mountains rose, to the sky, the stronger the stronger wind of the whirlwinds of wet snow with the rain, and the long, to the waist, the tower was not enough to wrap himself.

Although he did not need to take care of clothes, before this cold, the imam was equal with the Murids surrounding him. They were ready to give their lives for him, but Imam could not protect from the cold. Before the cold, like in front of God, everyone is equal. These mountains were the coolest in Chechnya, they did not grow grains and fruit grew less, but in another people could feed themselves.

Tired pastures were visible on the slopes, tall herbs were ready to lie down in the winter before to get up early in the spring. Shamil drove from Zumsoy in Chinnah, from Chinnakh to the Mulcoevsky Gorge. Imam, although he passed forty -four, was a clever and strong man. When he was next to Gazi Magomed, he could jump from a place above the man. He rode the foot of the Argun mountains and involuntarily sighed often, as if he had exhaled cold.

We drove up to the lip. The sunset sun, which appeared from gloomy, sat down, and a long shadow fell on the detachment, from which it was impossible to rush on a horse. Imam decided to stop here to talk with the village tomorrow and go to the village of Bengara faithful to him. With them was the commander of hundreds of Murtazecs well known to the Avar language of the Chechen.

The house of Gubash, the first person in the lip, stood, leaning against the foot of the mountain, the green mountain gave the house the appearance of the natural fortress. Brother Gubash Tsutu accepted the horse of a dear guest under the wrapper. When the Gubash approached, Shamil and eight rushing the riders that were hurrying next to him seemed to the master of the little -born next to the owner: they barely reached his shoulder.

Or a chin. The house with a wide yard seemed part of the mountain. The doors of the house, and the rooms themselves, seemed to the imam of impressive sizes, it was necessary to be a big -naked chain, too, everything was born as a mountain: a house, owner, life