AUTOBIOGRAPHY
I am Henry V. Sapgir, born on November 20, 1928, a resident of Moscow. Since the age of 14 my spiritual father was the original poet, artist and sculptor Eugeny L. Kropivnitsky, the founder of the so called "Lianozovo School". My army service took place in Urals. Then I worked in sculpture atelie, where I made friends with a number of talented sculptors, Ernst Neizvestny among them. My first publication appeared in 1959. The poet Boris Slutsky, with all his definiteness, once told me: "You are a formalist, that's why you will make a good children writer." Since then I repeatedly cooperated with such publishing houses like "Detskaya Literatura", "Malysh", "Sovetsly Pisatel", "Khudozhestvennaya Literatura", etc., and published monthly children poems and translations. As for my innermost, that's two little poetry books, published in Paris, namely "Sonety na rubashkakh" ("Sonets on the shirts"), "Stikhi - 87" ("Poems - 87") and "Stena" ("The Wall") in Moscow. 1989. Besides that, my poems were published in the literary almanac "Metropol", "Chast Rechi", "Apollo - 77", in the magazines "Novy Mir", "Continent", "Strelets", etc., "Selected Works" - Moscow, 1993. For the last 25 years I've been writing theatre plays and cinema scripts. I am the member of such organisations as professional Union of Soviet Cinematographists, Moscow Association of professional writers, PEN Club, UNIMA. I am the member of editorial board of the almanac "Strelets". |
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made a statue of Icarus His model stalked out grumbling: "Lousy hack! I have muscles not parts of a motor. " His buddies came and said: "It's trite." Only women saw, a work of genius. Whad power ! In the tradition of ancient Greece. Sexual emotions: I'd like my children to be sired by a gearbox! She conceived - and speedily in overdrive gnawing at the bit gave birth to a chopper He's flying and crying calling for his mammy - disappears in the clouds... SUCH IS THE EDUCATIONAL MEANING OF ART! The artist bows. a bust is erected: self-portrait, truck, telephone booth. SUCH IS THE EDUCATIONAL MEANING OF ART! Miracle!
A new Furniture & Crockery
store opened in town
Bought a convertible divan, All the merrier to sleep with his wife. There's a truck near the gate. It's okay, he says, I'm used to it. The people around helped Load the divan on his back, Off goes Ivan Sporting - a divan. It's hot. Up the hill. Past the shack. The river. His village is right there On the other side. But to the bridge - It's a mile! Near the water In the sand - the divan resting on it is Ivan. A goldfinch Chirped - And sat on the divan. Shoo - Go away, says Ivan.
The divan's afloat! The divan sank. Life is death without a divan! Wails the better half of Ivan. Poor Ivan! He got drunk on moonshine booze And started making up blues:
like a friend but I only believe in my legs. They carry me
"Rabinovich!" "Abramovich?" "Abramovich!" "And Gurevich?" . "Yes, Gurevich!." "And Petrov Ivan Petrovich?" Odd. The fellow stares ominously. in cold sweat. "you wouldn't by chance belong to a sect? Comrades, An intellectual!" The war ended. Then - the carnage began. It got so bad. that God my best friend couldn't help anyone. God, does have one great defect: he is embarrassed by intellect. |