Vladimir Vysotsky. Part 1. I Will Come For Your Soul

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Vladimir Vysotsky. Part 1. I Will Come For Your Soul
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Vladimir Vysotsky. Part 1. I will come for your soul

Vladimir Vysotsky is the last urethral leader and sound prophet of Russia in the twentieth century. The training "System-vector psychology" by Yuri Burlan will lead us to him. We will see this man …

Already three nights, three nights, breaking through the darkness, I'm looking for his camp, and I have no one to ask.

Lead, lead me to him, I want to see this man!

(S. Yesenin. Pugachev. Khlopushi's monologue)


Poems were everything to him: the air that breathed in the mustiness of the allocated strip of what was permitted, a breakthrough from the bonds of obligations and privileges, from the centuries that knitted the chosen ones who wrote in a tight bundle of printing in Russia. Poems were for him an obsession, a nightmare, from which he wanted to get rid of, as soon as possible, to dispel the darkness of the night, directed to the very heart. Not amenable to being planed with an official plane, he did not write sedition on the table at the state dacha, no, no, while fulfilling orders, he did not write with Aesopic slur with references to Martial for a select circle of “friends” - they knew what to do with such people. With him - no.

His smile "with just one mouth" drove the officials into a frenzy: isn't it a mockery? The official canon demanded songs about heroes, and he wrote about them - pilots, submariners, soldiers. He needed poems on behalf of the workers and collective farmers - he had them. His hereditary blacksmiths tinkered two plans and went on well-deserved business trips from the factory, workers wrote complaints about their drinking husbands, and they were deprived of their quarterly bonuses, collective farmers called on associate professors and candidates to show patriotism with shovels in potato fields, and they did.

His heroes lived a real life, not a ruddy-poster life. He was at the same time with them, that is, he was personally responsible for each drinking Vanya, for each smoky Zina, for each “precious Einstein” - for each of us. In the event of our failures, he mercifully took the blame on himself and by this only prerogative of a free man he distinguished himself from others, enslaved, that others and circumstances are blamed.

He was by nature endowed with will and power over the souls of people. That is why he was accompanied by nationwide glory, nationwide love, nationwide recognition - tsar! And he reigned on the Tagansky stage, on stages and arenas in cities and towns, on magnetic tapes worn out to a rattle, in millions of hearts beating in unison with his guitar fight.


Vladimir Vysotsky is the last urethral leader and sound prophet of Russia in the twentieth century. The training "System-vector psychology" by Yuri Burlan will lead us to him. We will see this person.

Part 1. Childhood: house on First Meshchanskaya at the end

Vladimir Semenovich Vysotsky was born on January 25, 1938 in Moscow into a family of employees. Father Semyon Vladimirovich is an officer, mother Nina Maksimovna is a cartographer and translator from German. The family occupied a spacious room in the "corridor system" at Pervaya Meshchanskaya, 126. The three-storey brick house, the former Natalis hotel, was located near the Rzhevsky (now Rizhsky) railway station. There are 16 rooms on the floor, many of which are divided by partitions into two or three rooms, and a family lived in each. Hence the "thirty-eight rooms" in "The Ballad of Childhood":

All lived on a level, modestly like this: corridor system, There is only one toilet for thirty-eight rooms.

The Vysotskys were still lucky. "Our apartment - or rather, not an apartment, but a room - thanks to the partition formed three rooms: a large one with two windows overlooking the street, a bedroom and an entrance hall", - N. M. Vysotskaya recalled [1]. In the room there is antique furniture left over from Nina Maksimovna's parents, everywhere hand-made napkins and tablecloths in the fashion of that time. It was believed that the Vysotsky's room was more spacious and better furnished than the others. In total, 45 people lived on the floor, some of them had a bed and a bedside table. Now it’s hard to believe, but everyone was on good terms, many were close friends, were almost relatives.

Throughout his life, V. Vysotsky carried warm memories of that time, in his children's letters to his mother from Germany he always conveyed greetings to his neighbors, was interested in what his comrades were doing. After the war, having dispersed to their apartments, the former neighbors on the First Meshchanskaya did not lose touch with each other, called back, corresponded. And on January 25, 1938, Nina Maksimovna was given a postcard at the hospital: "We, neighbors, congratulate you on the birth of a new citizen of the USSR and decided to name the boy Oleg in honor of the leader of the Kiev state!" Such were the times "secluded, now almost epic."

The neighbors quickly put up with a different name, no worse: Vladimir is the ruler of the world! Blond Vovochka, the youngest of the many children of the “corridor system” (there were 90 children in the yard in total), fell in love with everyone and did not let him get away with it, helped to bathe, and rocked him. The girls put matches on his eyelashes - one, two, three: will he stand it or not? Withstood. Vova Vysotsky grew up by leaps and bounds, quickly gained weight, began to walk and talk early, was almost not sick and was not capricious, as if realizing that there was nothing left in peacetime - three years.


In the role of the object of universal worship, the future "Prince of Denmark" felt great. Mother spoiled her son as best she could. With the last money she could buy Vovochka a cake, the neighbors scolded - a whim. But the mother knew that her child was not like everyone else, the cake was just that. The first phrase: "Here it is, the moon!" - developed in a year and a half. And then there was a desire to get this moon with a stick. The first pranks began early - either a fight with a kid, or a raid on neighboring tomatoes in the village in the summer. It was difficult for the mother to cope with the “healthy three-year-old”. Father is constantly in the service, and Nina Maksimovna also worked, leaving Volodya for nannies, and more often for neighbors.

A precocious kid, who had surprisingly quickly turned “from a child into a person” [2], could go into any room. Everywhere he was welcomed, treated to something, and he tried to read poetry. Sometimes it worked. Especially if there was a suitable elevation, where the young "artist" quickly climbed himself, resolutely rejecting the help of adults. A neighbor, whose performances took place especially often, recalls: “I always chose one chair - the most beautiful one. He walks over to this chair and moves it to the middle of the room. I come up: "Little Johnny, let me help you." - "I myself!" [3]

Many neighbors remembered the first poetry readings of Vovochka Vysotsky: “Well, mel-l-l-tvaya! - called the baby in a bass voice, l-l-l-vanul under the bridle and walked faster! " The rolling "r" did not give in yet, but the desire to sing consonants was already present. The boy's voice from early childhood was loud and unexpectedly low. It was not for nothing that the teacher in the kindergarten called Volodya “the bell ringer”.

Phenomenal memory allowed a three-year-old kid to easily memorize long poems that he recited "in voices." The neighbors fell in love with these impromptu concerts and encouraged their little Vovochka with applause: bravo, encore! The "artist" bowed with dignity. He loved it very much when one of the adults announced: "People's Artist Vladimir Vysotsky is performing now!" The nickname "artist" and stuck with him in the circle of loved ones. Soon the performances of the "people's artist" were interrupted by the war.

War and evacuation

The neighbor was not afraid of the siren, And the mother got used to it a little.

And I spat, healthy three-year-old, On this air alarm.

Yes, not all that is above is from God -

And the people put out lighters.

And, as a small help to the front, My sand and a leaky jug.

None of the neighbors subsequently remembered whether the three-year-old Vova Vysotsky put out lighters, and it doesn't matter. One thing is indisputable: he really wanted to extinguish them. I wanted to protect my home and loved ones - my first flock. Little Volodya was sitting in the shelter with his mother in a coat over his nightgown, but as soon as they announced the lights out, he announced to everyone in a touching low voice: “Lights out, let's go home!” The lulls were short-lived. And again the loud voice of Vova Vysotsky: “Gl-l-lazhdane! Aerial aphid!"


Children of war grow up quickly. Volodya also grew up, early learned to understand the lack of the flock - people who were exhausted by sleepless nights and constant fear. During the quiet hours, for some reason he knew what verses should be read, and read, without fail organizing a tribune for himself - a chair or a stool: "I wrote a letter to Klim Voroshilov: Comrade Voroshilov, People's Commissar!" The little reader made it possible for adults to escape for a while from the terrible reality of war. Many were grateful to Nina Maksimovna: "Thank you, your boy helped us forget for a few minutes …"

The enemy was getting closer and closer to Moscow. The evacuation began. Nina Maksimovna and Volodya went to the Urals to the city of Buzuluk, and from there to the village of Vorontsovka, where they lived for two years. N. M. worked at a distillery, a state farm, and felling. Volodya was in kindergarten. The evacuees (“picked out,” they said in the village) were well received. Sometimes they laughed at the unsuitability of the urban, but always patiently and gently taught peasant life.

The village children accepted Volodya immediately. The son of the owners of the house where the Vysotskys settled remembers: “Vovka, despite being small, was strong. Sociable, sociable, does not give a descent if he is touched. Your boyfriend, fighting. He loved to let paper airplanes, and so that they would certainly fly further and higher. " According to the recollections of Nina Maksimovna, they did not starve, they saved the rations of the families of military personnel. Not everyone received such a ration. Volodya Vysotsky was always ready to share his "feasts" with friends: "Nobody will bring them." Nina Maksimovna saved pieces of sugar, candies, a cup of milk for her son - Volodya shared all this with other children, treated adults.

Vysotsky had a desire to share, treat, give (a private expression of the global need of the urethral leader for giving due to shortages) all his life. When he came home from school, he shared lunch with the neighbour's children. Becoming the leading actor of "Taganka" and the bard of All Russia, he arranged more serious feasts, from abroad he always brought suitcases of "clothes" that were scarce in the USSR forts to friends, he could easily take off and give a person a shirt or branded jeans he liked. Amazing generosity is inherent in the urethral psychic. People are drawn to bestowal. Not always necessary and not only good people.


Our fathers, brothers, returned

to their homes - to theirs and strangers …

In 1943, Nina Maksimovna and her son returned to Moscow to the First Meshchanskaya. Semyon Vladimirovich met them at the station. Soon it became clear to Nina Maksimovna that there would be no previous relationship with her husband. Semyon met another woman, nothing could be changed, the Vysotsky family fell apart. We parted without bitterness and hysteria. For the sake of their son, they maintained friendly relations.

In 1945, the war ended, and Vova Vysotsky went to school. On the very first day he showed rare independence: he moved to another class. The teacher had the imprudence to react sharply to some kind of trick "beyond measure" of an energetic boy: "Vysotsky is no longer studying in our class!" I wanted to intimidate, it turned out differently. The boy calmly collected his notebooks and left the class. Volodya quickly found another first grade, opened the door: "Can I study with you?" The young teacher from surprise immediately agreed.


Volodya Vysotsky and his first teacher Tatyana Nikolaevna developed a warm relationship. Volodya was delighted with the wonderful T.N., whose husband, a sailor, was in the war. Tatyana Nikolaevna often invited Volodya to her place, treated him to tea with sweets. In the classroom, Vysotsky tried to be closer to his beloved teacher, which was not easy with his mobility, energy and love of freedom.

An advanced skin-visual teacher is the best companion of a young urethral life. It sets the bar for the leader's future girlfriends, according to which he unconsciously checks the level of development of his women. Vladimir Vysotsky was lucky to have skin-visual "witches". Not the least role in this luck was played by the second wife of his father, the beautiful and kindest soul Evgenia Stepanovna Likhalatova, "Aunt Zhenechka". About her a little later.

Here a tooth on a tooth did not fall, the padded jacket did not warm.

Here I found out for sure how much it is, a penny.

Life in post-war Moscow was not easy. The essentials were missing. Nina Maksimovna worked until late at night. Volodya hosted himself or under the supervision of the neighboring older girls, who not only warmed up the dinner, but also did lessons for "his highness", especially calligraphy, where the restless boy was more than once overtaken by twos. To the objective difficulties that Nina Maksimovna learned to cope with during the years of evacuation, the specificity of the avalanche growing up of the urethral son was added.

Inexhaustible for dangerous undertakings, the boy came up with something new every day. Boys, under the leadership of Vova, stuffed paper into the pipes of the wooden model of the ship and set it on fire to make it smoke. Only the vigilance of the neighbors saved the team of arsonists from trouble. It was considered the highest chic in winter to cut the way from school through a frozen pond. A risky business. Not everyone dared, Vysotsky - easily. Once failed, thank God, not deep, pulled out. Another time, returning from work, Nina Maksimovna found her son on the boom of a crane. Elevations like a stool and scruff of elders were no longer enough for an eight-year-old urethral. He was rapidly going up, to increase the degree of risk. Not the last reason for this was the new husband of the mother - G. Bantosh. For some reason, the neighbors nicknamed him "teacher", although no one really knew what Bantosh did and where he worked.

The anal stepfather did not accept the urethral stepson, she found a scythe on a stone (the anal desire to assert her authority as an elder - to the disobedience of the urethra, feeling any pressure as a decrease in rank). Once, coming home from school, Volodya looked into the room and, seeing Bantosh, said: "Ah, this one is here again." A stool flew into the impudent boy. "You cretin," Volodya responded calmly outwardly and left. Fortunately, not far from the neighbors. Nevertheless, the conflict was ripe, decisive measures were required, which were taken. In 1947, his father took Volodya to his home in Germany.

In Germany

Trophy Japan, trophy Germany:

The country of Limonia has arrived - a continuous suitcase.

In Eberswalde, where SV Vysotsky served after the war, the boy's life changed dramatically. After the urethral libertine, albeit darkened by conflicts with Bantosh, there came complete control and discipline on the part of the anal-musculocutaneous without top father. God knows how it could have ended, had the fate not gone to Volodya a good angel, the word "stepmother" for whom was completely inappropriate.


Evgenia Stepanovna, the father's second wife, did not have children of her own. She reacted to Volodya Vysotsky with a gentle and creative love, which is only capable of a skin-visual woman. This love was not an anal hen's care, not putting an external gloss on a straying boy, but a real deep development of the child's psyche, educating his soul with music, theater, painting - all that we call visual culture, and for which people have so little time, engaged in daily survival.

In contrast to the authoritarian pressure of her father with his attempts to impose iron discipline, "Aunt Zhenechka" acted with affection and patience. This gave the boy strength and powerful development of mental properties. Thanks to Evgenia Stepanovna, Volodya Vysotsky learned to play the piano. For the birthday, January 25, 1947, which Volodya "ordered" his father to celebrate, Semyon Vladimirovich bought him an accordion, and "Aunt Zhenechka" dressed a wonderful military suit and real leather boots. The urethral leader must look appropriate, that is, gorgeous.

In a letter to his mother, Volodya writes: "I live well, I eat what I want, I dress the best." And then the father's postscript: “Comrade Vova has very little time,“he is afraid to be late for the ministry,”so there were 20 mistakes in the first version of the letter, and now, thank God, only two … You understand what a fidget our offspring is! He studies averagely, deceives as before, even began to take cigarettes from me without permission and give them to the driver who takes them to school … The guy is good, but he demands order! " [4] It is systemically clear to what extent all these statements are “through oneself”. There is and cannot be any anal order, no skin discipline in the urethra, only responsibility for others and giving back to the pack.

The sense of justice, given to the urethral leader by nature as a return to each according to lack, makes him share everything that he has, not as a result of education, that is, overcoming himself - for him it is a given. A urethral child can be a good assistant to a mentor in a children's team, or he can turn everything upside down - it depends on how much the adult understands who is in front of him, and can sacrifice the indisputable authority of the elder. "Playful, but not spiteful, and he helps me well," said TD Tyurina, head of the pioneer camp, about Vysotsky [5].


Volodya Vysotsky, agile, restless, quick to leprosy, often aroused criticism from teachers and reacted sharply to any injustice. He started singing early. Alas, at the music lesson, the test of the voice aroused the indignation of the teacher, who expected the usual timid bleating. Volodya began to sing in full force, as requested. The result is a deuce and out of class. His voice will more than once cause anger, rage, misunderstanding. What kind of singer is this gruff? Does not fit into the register of habitual views - remove, prohibit, silence.

Children are always annoyed

Their age and way of life, -

And we fought to abrasions, To mortal insults.

But the mothers

patched Us on the clothes in time, We swallowed books, Drunk from the lines.

Vysotsky began to read early and read voraciously. D. London, A. Green, A. Dumas, M. Reid were the first "necessary books" of his childhood. It is not so easy for a sound engineer to jump out of immersion in a book. Even if a physical education lesson. Even if you take away the book with the use of the superior muscle strength of a physical education teacher, including a blow to the head and insults. Having exhausted the arsenal of influences on the rebellious child, the physical education teacher went with a complaint to the director, who suddenly took the boy's side. There were many later who took his side. Much more than those who winced at his wheeze, expecting a "pleasant falsetto". There were them - the whole country.

And then, in 1947, returning from Germany to Moscow, Vova Vysotsky told the captured Germans working at a construction site nearby what he saw in their homeland in Germany. When the vocabulary was not enough, he resorted to his mother, asked how to say. For two years in Eberswalde he mastered German quite well, Vysotsky had a sound phonetic ear. Despite the shouts of the guards, the Muscovites tried to feed the skinny, pitiful "Fritzes", who themselves were not always well-fed, and shared a piece of bread with them. There was no anger towards the defeated enemy. There was pity and there was mercy.

Children also actively participated in communication with the prisoners:


did the exchange business. Snotty prisoners -

At the construction site, the Germans were prisoners

. They exchanged knives for bread.

Knives were used in fights. More often as intimidation, but sometimes they were used.

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List of references:

  1. Vysotsky. Research and materials. Volume 1. Childhood. P. thirteen
  2. Ibid. P. 21
  3. Ibid. P. 222
  4. Ibid. P. 321
  5. Ibid. P. 47

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