Igor Guberman about life. Igor Governorgarika for every day. Labor and literary activities

Governor Igor was born in the city of Kharkov 07.07.1936. He lived there only eight days from birth. And, as the poet himself says, "I went to conquer Moscow." Mom Igor graduated from a conservatory, father - economist. At school immediately accepted into the second class, as I already read and wrote. In 1958, Igor graduated from Miit, and he was given a diploma of an electrician engineer.

Labor and literary activities

Specialty worked for several years. The first work experience was received in Bashkiria, where he worked as an electrician driver during the year. Parallel worked on scientific and popular books. Somehow managed to combine at the time work with literary activities, Igor Guberman recalls. Books:

• "The Third Triumvirate" - about methods and means of cybernetics in biology (1965).
• "Wonders and tragedies of a black box" - about the study and possibilities of the brain (1968).
• "Liberated time" - about the head of the Obolia Organization "(1975).
• "Bekhterev. Pages of Life "- about the Russian psychologist and a neurologist V. Bekhterev (1976).

Governor Igor Mironovich wrote scripts to several documentary films, regularly published essays and articles in periodicals. In the fifties, he gets acquainted with A. Ginzburg and other freedom odds. Many of them are very grateful, says Igor Guberman, the biography could be completely different. More and more manifests itself as a poet dissident, writes satirical poems about the problems of the country of the Soviets.

Arrest and reference

Actively participates in the publication of the underground magazine "Jews in the USSR" and publishes its works there. The dramatic moment of his life was arrest, according to a fabricated charge. Governor says that it was predetermined, since during the year he followed the black car.

Refused to testify against the editor and condemned it for 5 years. He served the term completely - from 1979 to 1984. This "peculiar pastime" added to him of life experience, remembers Igor Guberman. "Biography will not work out" and life can throw any surprise. The most important thing is to keep the vigor of the spirit and be honest in front of yourself. In the camp, diaries were always conducted, in 1980 he wrote "Walking around the barrack", the diary records were based on the book (published in 1988).

Emigration in Israel

Returning from the conclusion, for a long time could not get a venture in the city and get a job. A year later, Gorbachev came to power, there was some kind of hope that changes began in the country. Unfortunately, hopes were not justified. The family emigrated to Israel. Actually, the decision to leave was made a long time ago, but prevented departure arrest of Governor. Therefore, the process of moving was delayed for many years.

He moved to Israel in 1987, as an ordinary repatriate. No "special" interest in myself, as a famous person, did not notice. But it turned out that he had many readers in Israel. Therefore, creative meetings with readers and concerts began very quickly.

Always different ways I earned me for food, Igor Guberman recalls, the biography of the work is wide - was both an engineer, and a fruner, and a mechanic. When I arrived in Israel, I was ready for everything and did not expect that he could feed his family literary labor.

Creativity Guberman

Governor Igor Mironovich is actively engaged in literary activities. And also writes its famous quatrains. They differ in humor and conciseness. Frequently in quitters are used abnormative vocabulary. He considers it a natural part of the free and great language.

And this is normal, Igor Guberman believes, the biography of many famous personalities and best works Russian literature has not once confirmed that it is quite natural. Now, free vocabulary returned to a modern literary language.

Legendary "Garics"

His quatraisy calls "Garics." Once he called them "Datsibao" (propaganda leaflets during the revolution in China). In the seventies, when his two books came out, before the arrest of the governor, they were all called "Jewish Damzibao." But Governor says that it is stupid and wrong. I decided that it was best to call them "Garikov," since I was not called at home, but Garica.

He does not see anything strange or reprehensible in it. It believes that it is very organic, since now many call the quatrain by their name and the great many "Mishikov", Irikov, "Marikov" appeared. In his "Garics", Guberman often rizuats Russian reality. Quarterly for more than four thousand, several publications survived the collection "Gariki for every day." Igor Guberman published other collections of poems:

Igor Guberman - the author of the novel "Strokes to a portrait" (1994). He advocates reading poems, stories and memories in the USA, Russia, and other countries. Leading a number of programs in Russian on Israeli television. The works of the governor are translated into English, Italian, German and other languages.

Spouse Guberman Tatiana by formation philologist. To all that he writes her spouse, relates calmly. She understands that the image of the hero in verses and the author is different things. In his family, even the most "prickly" poems are all perceived normally. Igor Mironovich says his poems tried to translate into other languages, but nothing comes out of this. "Apparently, the realities of our lives to express in another language is quite difficult," the province is joking.

Igor Mironovich Guberman (Heb. יְהוּדָה בֵן מֵאִיר וּברמן). Born on July 7, 1936 in Kharkov. Soviet and Israeli poet, prose. Known quatrasions called "Garika".

Father - Miron Davydovich Guberman.

Mother - Emilia Abramovna Guberman.

The elder brother - David Mironovich Guberman, Academician of Raen, worked as director of the Scientific and Production Center "Kola Supervubokaya", was one of the authors of the project of drilling ultra-deep wells.

After school, he entered the Moscow Institute of Railway Transport Engineers (Miit), which graduated in 1958, receiving a diploma of an electrician engineer. For several years he worked in the specialty, in parallel with the literature.

In late 1950s, he met A. Ginzburg, published one of the first Samizdat magazines "Syntaxis", as well as with a number of other philosophers, literature figures, visual arts. He wrote popular science books, but more actively manifested itself as a dissident poet. In its "unofficial" work, the pseudonyms used, for example, I. Mironov, Abram Khayam.

Arrest and criminal term Igor Guberman

In 1979, Guberman was arrested on a falsified charge of buying stolen icons and sentenced to five years in prison. Not wanting an excess political process, the authorities were judged by Governor as a criminal under the article for speculation. In addition, his collection of icons faced one official.

Governor himself said about his criminal case: "At that time, a huge number of people were planted in a criminal article. I remember I was called to the KGB and offered to put the chief editor of the Jews in the USSR magazine, with which I then collaborated, or sit down myself. I was not. Immediately found criminals who have shown that I bought five knowingly stolen icons from them. And since when searching, I didn't find them, which in general it is clear, I was also judged for sales of stolen. In general I got a maximum of a year and a half. But the investigator admitted me that I would rejuvenate full five years, because the director of the museum in Dmitrov really liked my collection of icons. And you could only confiscate it, giving me such a long time. "

He confiscated a large collection of painting, which he collected 12 years: oil paintings, tempera. In addition, icons, sculptures, a large number of books.

He fell into a corporate labor camp, where he was lying. He recalled that in the chamber wrote on the shreds of paper, which kept his models in boots and shoes. Then he was able to transfer to freedom through the deputy chief according to the Volokolam Prison regime. "I met different people in prison, but I was very good for me. In general, it is very good for fools in Russia! By the way, I even had a professional. So she was behind me on the stage and stretched. Because I am for everyone I gave way to crosswords. And for this, I cried tobacco on a walking courtyard for me, "he recalled.

In 1984, the poet returned from Siberia. Long could not register in the city and get a job. He told: "I was not prescribed in Moscow. But my wife with children immediately, I was just a year later, I registered David Samoilov - in Pärnu. In the same place I took off myself. The police came regularly and checked where I".

In 1988, Governor emigrated from the USSR to Israel, lives in Jerusalem. Often comes to Russia, speaking at poetic evenings.

In Israel, he again began to collect and collected a rather good collection of painting.

Widely fame and popularity got it "Gariki" - aphoristic, satirical quatrain. Initially, he called his poems Damzibao (during the cultural revolution in China was so called large slogans). But in 1978, friends issued his book in Israel, calling "Jewish Damzibao." Then he decided to change the name of his quatrain. About how this name appeared, he said: "Together with me. My name is Igor, but at home they were always called Garik. Grandma uttered my name remarkably:" Garinka, every word is superfluous! ".

The whole story tells us
What the Lord is tirelessly creating.
Each age appears Nick
Unknown earlier species.

Is a supporter of informal vocabulary: "After all, without it, the Russian literature is simply impossible!".

"I am as a non-optimistic optimist, it's hard to upset. Old age is typing.

Igor Guberman - Gariki

Personal life Igor Guberman:

Married. Spouse - Tatyana Guberman (in the Libidanskaya Maiden), daughter of writers Yuri Lybdition and Lydia Lybditions. As Governor said, all his life he was happy in marriage. "I don't know how my wife, but her choice is simply not. On the advice of one of my friend, I have when filling in the questionnaire in the column" marital status"I write - hopeless," he joked.

Two children were born in marriage: Daughter Tatyana Igorevna Guberman and Son Emil Igorevich Guberman.

Daughter - teacher in children's garden, I used to engaged in cybernetic machines. Son is a programmer processor.

Guberman has three granddaughters and grandson.

Bibliography Igor Guberman:

1965 - Third Triumvirate
1969 - Wonders and Tragedies of the Black Box
1974 - Third Triumvirate
1977 - Bekhterev: Life Pages
1978 - Igor Garik. "Jewish da Tzu-Bao"
1980 - Jewish Damzibao
1982 - Boomerang
1988 - Walking around the barrack
1988 - "Gariki (Datsibao)"
1992 - Garics for every day
1994 - Second Jerusalem Diary
1994 - Jerusalem Garics
1994 - Strokes to the portrait
1998 - Garics from Jerusalem
2002-2010 - Anthology of satire and humor of Russia of the XX century. T.17
2003 - Okun A., Governor I. Book about tasty and healthy life
2004 - Garica penultimate. Garics from Atlantis
2006 - Second Jerusalem Diary
2006 - evening ringing
2009 - Governor I., Okun A. Guide to the country of Zion wise men
2009 - Strand Book
2009 - Notes from the road
2009 - Elderly Notes
2010 - in love all ages are prompt
2010 - Garics for many years
2010 - art of aging
2013 - Eighth Diary
2013 - Jerusalem diaries
2014 - Dar Levolynity Sad
2015 - Ninth Diary
2016 - Botany Love
2016 - Garics and Prose
2016 - Jewish Melodies

Garica Igor Guberman:

Preferring to be romantic
During painful solutions,
I always tied a bantle
Ends of love relationships.

Let's, Lord, solve according to
Having determined each other role:
Do you love sinners? Perfectly.
And I love the sins for me.

Was a single - dreamed of Odaliski,
Vakhanka, whores, geisha, pussy;
Now the wife lives with me,
And at night there is silence.

Now I understand very clearly,
And I feel, and see very simmary:
It doesn't matter that the moment is fine,
And it is important that it is unique.

I love me Zagldyaev for
blissful spirit like a seal
that there is no villain
And make the dirtiness to be lazy.

and oil smelling caviar
there is nothing more expensive laughter
Love, sadness and games.

We flow the river for Raint,

how stupid it is to die
For someone's gore and ambition.

I'm glad I'm sick with you again,
Now we will open the bottle,
We declared drunkenness battle,
But you have to drink before the fight.

Sybko is layered and anxious,
easy to return us to return us

The idea is found not by me,
But this is a valuable farewell:
To live in harmony with his wife,
I argue with her in her absence.

Experience did not improve anyone;
Those who have improved, lie godlessly;
Experience is knowledge of
What is already impossible to fix it.

My sadness, like the world, old:

Has hanging the mirror in the morning?

There is nothing sad
Than in the evening, I breathe cold darkness,
shovels a cigarette
think that I do not want to go home.

I highed the concept of simple:

Live, the rest is expensive, -

so that the soul was fresh
It is necessary to do what is scary.

And I took a laugh on the run:

And Zano his shore.

Watch with burning interest
For many years of a long time.
Angel is fighting in me with a demon,
And I sympathize with both.

Unable to live collectively:
by the will of the pain
me with idiots - disgusting
And among the smart - lonely.

Very sometimes interferes from me to fall asleep
exciting, if neither turn,
Opening me suddenly the essence
Some unthinkable garney.

With God, I communicate without whining
and not causing concern;
stupid to the device of being
Complain to the author of the device.

what kind of enema tomorrow
Fate decided to deliver to us.

Excellent loyalty spouse
Hardened marriage unwette -
Such a family draws a circle
What the beach is dreaming a triangle.

I love women's words
And women's thoughts round
Since we are smart from books,
And women - directly from nature.

Beauty I loved not very
And not a meager thing:
Beauty even among the night
Worries how they lie.

With stubbornness stubborn
Everything in the light time;
Than innocent people friendship with the lady,
The faster she is pregnant.

There are ladies: stone, like marble,
And cold like mirrors
But a little softened, these ladies
In the future, liput like a resin.

It fell in the soul of my phase
Simplifying life drama:
I am not afraid of the lady
And I'm afraid I am the consent of the lady.

Soul and bodies cooling
I redeemed my roar:
I still look at the delicate virgins
And for what - I do not remember.

Who is looking for the truth, hold on
At the paradox on the edge;
Here are women: give us life,
And after living we do not give us.

Baba dress up now
I remember that he had heard from girlfriends:
Purpose of the woman's dress - showing,
What and without him she is no worse.

On his own hump and strangers
I highed the concept of simple:
It is pointless to go on a tank with a knife,
But if I really want, it is worth it.

For the joy of love sensations
one day acute pain paying
We are so afraid of new hobbies,
What we carry on the soul of the condom.

Live, the rest is expensive, -
Presno, dim, prostroprious;
so that the soul was fresh
It is necessary to do what is scary.

Yesterday I ran to grasp the tooth,
And I took a laugh on the run:
All my life I'm dragging my future corpse
And Zano his shore.

In our age of artificial fur
and oil smelling caviar
there is nothing more expensive laughter
Love, sadness and games.

Our whole tendency to optimism -
from the inability to imagine
what kind of enema tomorrow
Fate decided to deliver to us.

There are personalities - holy simplicity
playing their actions, as notes,
Naivety - excellent trait,
Inherent in creators and idiots.

We flow the river for Raint,
To bug into the ground by persons;
how stupid it is to die
For someone's gore and ambition.

All the weakens are assisted by people
mutual learning relationships
What too climb in other people's fate
Perhaps only for personal invitations.

A layer of man in us a little
Sybko is layered and anxious,
easy to return us to return us
Raise back very difficult.

We have kept all loosening
former Russian generations
but they added odch
His spiritual discharge.

Alas, but I'm not delicate
and eternally with the arrogance of cynical
I'm interested in the form of spots
On the nimbach holiness of various.

He steals power, stealing the man,
thief loves the thief to root;
You can safely believe in Russia
But she is dangerous to trust.

I traveled in different countries,
My sadness, like the world, old:
what a scoundrel everywhere above the crane
Has hanging the mirror in the morning?

The man's tight node is consumed,
But if the flame is bubbles in it,
always from woman will achieve
What a woman wants.

I am my squeamishness road,
I have long been a guide:
even to spit into the enemy
I am not gaining shit in my mouth.

Living in mysterious debris
from night a day dozens of years,
We drink for the Russian lifestyle,
where there is an image, but there is no life.

I loved books, drinking and women
And the larger of God did not ask.
Now Azart is reduced by my age,
Now there is no strength on the books.

I love me Zagldyaev for
blissful spirit like a seal
that there is no villain
And make the dirtiness to be lazy.

Leaders Russia their people
In the name of honor and morality
Again your name go ahead
And where before, they selected again.

The whole story tells us
What the Lord is tirelessly creating:
Each year appears Nick
Unknown earlier species.

We are incomprehensible hate
In the roulette of joys and trouble.
We are even sense in death,
Although it is not in life.

When, swallowing blood and teeth,
I will ride
I ask you, eyes and lips,
Do not let and smile.

Dedicated to Julia Kitaevich - a favorite friend, the author of many of my poems

The flesh is covered.

Evaporates fervor.

The years have come out

for slow dinner.

And pleasantly think

what was still

and someone was even needed.

1
How to take away freedom from the people: it is just necessary to trust the people

* * *

Marx sorry for me: his inheritance

fell to Russian font:

here the goal justified the funds,

and the means crap the goal.

* * *

For the benefit of the GEGEMEM class

so that it is unrepreted rules he,

in every moment there is a shmont

separated hegemon.

* * *

A layer of man in us a little

sybanko and anxiously washed;

easy to return us to return us

raise back very difficult.

* * *

Forever we have erected a monument

madness, crashes and loss,

putting an experiment on blood,

bringing a negative result.

* * *

I am young, in the remnants of the nozzles,

i'm afraid of shaking life like a pear:

in the shower dark they, like in the ass,

and in the ass - itching to swee the soul.

* * *

dummy, smile and fraction,

fear reproduces itself

growing and feeds itself.

* * *

When stories of drafts

whistles souls and powers,

one - crawling in Noura Slug,

another - swells.

* * *

Good, not rejecting the means of evil,

on them and reaps the results;

in paradise where the resin is used,

archangels hoofs and horns.

* * *

When the fear is pitch

and the darkness pierces Lai vessels,

blessed Anyway

do not blew fire.

* * *

We are a question in the phrase

hostile life and nature

when non-free scum and evil

free to the shepherd comes out.

* * *

Freedom, looking impartially,

then only being done

when inside me space

extensive camera outdoor.

* * *

Blood penetrated before the roots,

penetrating the air of the sky

the car dismisses us stronger

what is the most disturbing freedom.

* * *

We got from grandfathers today

indifferent shadow of fatigue -

historical fatigue

bad generation.

* * *

The spirit of time although not warful,

still bloody his surf;

ending your life suicide

utopias are pulling us.

* * *

Feather and eyes holding in the union

i am not in vain bread I eat:

Russia - Gordies Sanzel

the most acute problems.

* * *

I'm afraid of any fractures of the pipe,

virginating usually and soberly:

good, Sterquea in Azart Fight,

he shoves cool and tearing.

* * *

I was lucky: I knew the country,

one-sole in the world

in his own captivity

in his living apartment.

* * *

Where lie and yourself, and each other,

and memory does not serve the mind

history walks in a circle

from blood - in dirt - in darkness.

* * *

Blooming terry and stubbornly

fruits of progress Seeds:

snobism of Plebea, Chvania Hama,

high Gavna.

* * *

During the year, raising, lies and fear

narrow pervolted sphere:

forbidden jokes below groin

and thinking above Her.

* * *

With a story is not close, but a sign,

i see our fame very clearly:

we have become a negascique lighthouse,

shining at the rate where dangerous.

* * *

Heading party and classes

the leaders were not taken in a sense.

that the idea thrown into the masses is -

this is a girl thrown into the regiment.

* * *

The usual, silent peoples,

silent mooring of the roosters;

we are designed for happiness and freedoms,

like fish - for flight and oars.

* * *

All social systems -

from the hierarchy to the brotherhood -

knocking foreheads about problems

freedom, equality and glory.

* * *

Assigned a cup on time to eat

Russia - everyone in the lesson and anxiety -

crucifested as Christ to redee

universal mortal sin of reorganization.

* * *

In pitch situations of any

confusing, disturbing and hot,

calm confidence blind

floorly confused moisture.

* * *

That not a century, clear to us and heard

through the breakdown of liberal war

no dangerous and no harmful

the freedom is completely without convoy.

* * *

We are a book of life of the Darkness of Conference

disconnects in each line,

and those who know does not know the disputes -

those of us fuck one.

* * *

In us a pulse beats at the temple

spiritual turmoil evil coolness;

in the rudent of Russian there is longing,

easily clone in luty.

* * *

Closing the eyes, pressing the ears,

counting life for challenge

we break when you do not smash

rezaku like blessing.

* * *

Having a dream, food and work,

the fate and the authorities will not reprove

and we are ruthless fuck,

for which they are then treated for free.

* * *

Roads to Russian bad weather

flowed through faith and fun;

than the collective way to happiness

the much the total hangover.

* * *

Years of unrighteous persecution

find invisible supposition

and in the spirit of the coming generations

creep deaf metastases.

* * *

Personally, I and Rabolenna, and cruel,

and as long as my nature,

democracy - artificial flower,

unsuitable without security and care.

* * *

Live and easy, and interesting

although it is volatilely unheard

when everything is clear in the epoch

and everything is just as hopeless.

* * *

There is one mysterious topic

to our relative souls:

the insanery drains system

thus, it is dangerous to destroy it.

* * *

Comfort and rest grace

the simplest limited limit:

danger black to call black,

and white is dangerous white.

* * *

Fate of Russian Evil Chara

with science is friends today,

small and thinner Yanychara

and they wear the staff.

* * *

Russian temper is glorified in the world

he is examined everywhere,

he is so wondering

that himself hurts on the cord.

* * *

Winter does not go right away in the summer,

on the rivers Icewater in the spring fuckers,

and bridges rushed, and remember it

useful for Russian optimists.

* * *

Dreams that cherished ancestors,

until the deadline was fed and us

and it is a pity that alone smoke

they remain now.

* * *

His life has a different shade,

and their lives

when the shy is involved

in all phenomena it.

* * *

Unable to us neither laughter nor sin

collapse from the path of brave

we build happiness at once all,

and we do not care about everyone.

* * *

The outskirts, soul province,

where is the abomination of our, lowness and dwarf,

for years waiting for the moment. And descendants

then you guess how fascism arose.

* * *

I am afraid that where the darkness of the club

where the springs are secret and inputs,

mass instinct suicide

freedom tree roots.

* * *

Any can

start with the young people of Glłopan

which second world

already a little confuses with Trojan.

2
Among the unthinkable victories of civilization we are alone, like a crooked in the sewage

* * *

Of us, anyone until he died,

he lies in parts

from intelligence, sex, humor

and attitude to the authorities.

* * *

Someday, afterwards, then,

but even in the bukvari, the line is placed,

what made by Skop and Gurt

everyone is broken down alone.

* * *

From the birth, I'm sworn

silent from extreme to the end,

my mother is harmony,

and dissonance - native father.

* * *

Between rumors, fairy tales, myths,

just lies, legends and opinions

we are enrave the hotter Scythians

for the nanity of misconceptions.

* * *

Teach aging children

all tragedy and drama,

and I look at the performances of these

and lonely, like Her Adam.

* * *

I can not continue this life

and break with her - painfully difficult;

it is difficult to leave

to us from there, where it is impossible to live.

* * *

In the hearts someone rude

terribly probably

once come out of yourself

and do not fit back.

* * *

Everyone himself is the deaf doors,

myself criminal and judge

myself and Mozart, and Salieri,

himself and Acorn, and Pig.

* * *

We have addiction to words -

not at all and not mania;

words need to us

for lies mutual understanding.

* * *

Then enjoying, then sorrow

holding ways to anyone

be yourself, not that you

plant for another.

* * *

In the image and spirit to your

The creator looked us, creating origins,

and we store the similarity to him

and maybe because so alone.

* * *

Do not jump with a century on a par,

be human;

will not be in Gavne

together with the century.

* * *

I look, not complaining how in the fall

revenge the eyelids on the strands of white,

and I see with the same pleasure

fortune Buttocks ripe.

* * *

Running in the earth's stream

holding random coincidences

any of us is so alone

what is happy from any connections.

* * *

Do not vain not knowing the useless

are we drowning your spirit?

In those who look into the abyss,

she looks too.

* * *

There is a lot of happiness in a clear faith

with her heavy cargo light,

yes pity that in a clean atmosphere

nemeless my heavy light.

* * *

Although sweety excitement

by immediately two roads,

you can not single dealer

play and with the devil, and with God.

* * *

Not easy - think about high

steam soul in the worlds of interstarials,

when around under the sideways

covered, gnaw and spoil the air.

* * *

We divide time and cash,

we divide vodka, bread, overnight,

but the more distinct person,

that is a single person.

* * *

And Merzko, and naughty, and so

and fear that you get silent,

and cattle is knocked into the code

and happily scotch unity.

* * *

None of the closest in captivity

in my experiences are not entry,

store your soulful corn

from loving portion galoshes.

* * *

Separation whistle at the door,

i sit at the table lonely,

guys of champagne blood

become beer barrels.

* * *

Cultivating the spirit of the garden,

groafitis humanitarian elite,

dortgrates the people

and migraine and colitis shifts.

* * *

With the success of sciences is irrelevant,

and whitewings - and try the drill -

my inoperable ulcer

at the bottom of a non-existent soul.

* * *

This thought is a stolen flower,

just rhyme does not hurt her:

a man is not at all alone!

Someone always follows him.

* * *

With a soul, split like hoof

both are alien I will deposit -

jew, where the gone is anti-Semitis,

and Russian, where sin by sionanism.

* * *

Close circle. All less than a meeting.

Losses and separations fly;

there are no other things, but those distant,

and who weakened, goes into bitch.

* * *

The God of Technology is different than God of Science;

the art of God is different than the God of War;

and god of love weakening hands

over them extends from the embroidered.

* * *

For so many have to pay,

as long as being occurs,

what should fate thank

for the events where you pay for your own.

* * *

In our jungle, ferocious and stone,

i am not afraid of vintage villains,

and I'm afraid of innocent and righteous,

disinterested, saints and innocent.

* * *

Sons are leaving, taking tails,

and the daughters are languishing, sitting at home;

we are seed seeds, grow flowers,

and after only the buttocks see.

* * *

When there is a circle of nonsense,

putting his cliché on life,

elititude is hidden in the ethitism,

very useful soul.

* * *

I'm sorry for the sky this blue,

sorry the land and the life of the fragments;

i'm scared that full pigs

scary than hungry wolves.

* * *

Friends are always a little quit.

And they have a leaning.

Friends are always a bit annoying.

Like loyalty and certainty.

* * *

The Lord sowed us as a garden,

but in the thickets of plants, they are growing,

we share on many breeds,

partially incompatible.

* * *

I live alone and sutul,

friends were soiled or served

and where harmony shine to me

others simply discovered the ass.

* * *

With my departure seams soak

crunetary

the country that will remain

and the one that is in me.

* * *

I suddenly lost the feeling of the elbow

with a crowd of a sisite people

and bad me like a spoonful

it should be bad in a barrel of honey.

* * *

On a friendly quiet, sitting Trenna,

i thought the ashes shake in a saucer,

as often losers in life

in centuries in death remain.

* * *

Where passions where rage and horror

where to rail to rails

blessed, in whom enough courage

on the pipe quietly play.

* * *

Ridiculous how luu drives us

in the attachment of the gomon and a pyr

fear remain once again

in the desert of its own world.

* * *

Fathers with children - pledge

those constant changes

in which something is looking for God,

playing generations.

* * *

Your features, strokes and glare

in the soul of everyone and all

but deliberately solid

we are alone equally.

* * *

Changing goals and names

changing shapes, styles, species, -

as long as the consciousness will grow

slaves take pyramids.

* * *

Funny when a man blooming is thick

with a native salt of salt

suddenly detects sadly

what seems to have long fucked.

* * *

Blessed who is in the care of the body

all my life laid for bread,

but the sky is lighter over those

who is occasionally looking at the sky.

* * *

The glow of the soul is diverse,

invisibly, noticeably and shrill;

spiritual poisonment is infection

sincere health is infection.

* * *

Leave. And live in safe warmth.

And remember. And suffer at night.

The soul approach to this style land,

threw into this lifeline soil.

* * *

In everything that sees or hears

preposition for sadness finding

bore - something like roofs

current even without rain.

* * *

My friends! Forever you gently loyal

i am the generosity of your mental recovery;

i hope I will not be dedicated

and this debt will not be charged.

* * *

It is descended from the height

from the view of a bird's eye

that happiness of the dream of a dream,

then a drop of liquid litter.

* * *

There lived a person in a neko era,

helped with his stubbornness,

she killed a man

and he became pride her.

* * *

There is no disastrous in the life of trouble,

what separation with your favorite bulkatics:

man without a familiar medium

very quickly becomes friday.

* * *

Simply our psyche complexity,

no harder than before:

hope is important than the opportunity

something to come true.

* * *

We are smart, and you are alas,

what is sad if

ass above the head

if the ass in the chair.

* * *

Call late at night to me, friends,

do not be afraid to stop and wake;

nightmare close time when it is impossible

and there will be no place to call.

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In the fight for the population I was a foreign body

* * *

In the country slaves, sowing slavery,

among the glowing glowing,

sage lives anachore

in the wind, Her holding at the same time.

* * *

As not easy to sit down,

hesitating even if right

your fate is the foggy text -

read, without translating anywhere.

* * *

Planting yourself poems

and the eyelids shook like a day

i grab his hands

then echo, then the smell, then the shadow.

* * *

For all what is happening

and I think: it is burning fire;

but too, I do not go out,

since the kingdom of God is inside.

* * *

Having half a century day after day

and wisely since the birth

now I'm easy to rise

only for the joint fall.

* * *

Beautiful, smart, slightly sutul,

puts off the worldview

yesterday I looked

and came out with disgust.

* * *

Live life stubbornly believed

in a simple reason and in wisdom jokes,

and all the high matter

the whiskers crossed the skirts.

* * *

Fat, sinters and chrome,

horror, whores and beauties

as parallel straight lines

in my soul intersect.

* * *

I'm not ashamed that an ardent skeptic

and the soul is not light, but darkness;

doubt - the best antiseptic

from getting a mind.

* * *

Future - the taste does not spoil me

i tremble for the future laziness;

think every day about the black day -

so do black every day.

* * *

I am my squeamishness road,

i have long been a guide:

even to spit into the enemy

i do not gain shit in my mouth.

* * *

I was lucky and lucky

judged and thought enlightened,

and not one adorable bra

when I rummaged rapidly.

* * *

My sky is crystally clear

and full of rainbow paintings

not because the world is beautiful

and because I am a clutter.

* * *

The yard is the era,

and in the corner there is a bed,

and when I'm bad with a woman,

i don't care on the era.

* * *

I hold the loyal line

with temper time cool;

it is better to be a broken cynic,

what ancestral saints.

* * *

I waited for joy

from fuss and whistle

and turn to old age

in a housexual.

* * *

I live - you will not think better,

properly props myself

myself lonely fellow traveler

i myself do not consist with you in anything.

* * *

I do not write a frozo, but uneven;

to work too lazy, and the idleness is angry.

I live with a Jew lovedly,

although the soul is an anti-semit.

* * *

I like lying

and in the ceiling of obli

that I do not want to interfere

cry my fate.

* * *

All Eternal Jews are sitting in me -

prophets, Volnodumtsy, Torgashi,

and, the vigor of gesticulating, GalDyat

in the darkness of a unsettled soul.

* * *

I don't need anything in the world

i do not want any honors, nor fame;

i enjoy my peace

gentle as in paradise after the plaid.

* * *

Not yet supplied by enema,

i am alive and quite alive;

goat of my optimism

feeding through Tryn Grass.

* * *

From two ends, I burn my candle,

do not spare flesh and fire,

to, when forever wander,

close to be bored without me.

* * *

Nothing in the heroes are not gung -

neither spirit nor face

and only alone is slightly proud -

what the cross is carried with the captain.

* * *

I am to those who are crane and frantic

lost former interest:

than aggressive progressors,

those no more progress.

* * *

Let gonochita bazaar in vain

who sees the goal. And I personally

she hid in life so private

as the faces are deprived of partially.

* * *

I suddenly understood that I live correctly,

what is clean and, thank God, discontinued,

in feeling that in a dream and reality

for everything that happens, grateful.

* * *

This happiness is a palace to build on the sand,

do not be afraid of prison and suma,

indulge in love, surrender,

saw in the epicenter of the plague.

* * *

My mind honestly serves heart

always whispering that was lucky

that everything could be much worse

even the hell could be.

* * *

I live, I do not believe without a residue,

polax, do not regret the crash candle,

i'm silent about the find, silently about the loss,

and the rest of all about hope is silent.

* * *

I swear by the compotation of my childhood

and the old warmers swear

that i'm not scared anything

by chance, if truths touched.

* * *

What to grow from some moment

we stop - a big pity:

i possibly, two only centimeters

before Prudence left.

* * *

In life collision any

no pity without narrowing eyelids,

hard watching

think good about man.

* * *

I do not believe in the gathering

oh lumen in the darkness of a meal.

I desperately. And therefore

became a desperate optimist.

* * *

On all the cakes that are passed,

held, wishing me happiness,

steel hugs of the Motherland

and my neck, and wrists.

* * *

On the tree of their genealogy

my character looking for ancestors,

i guess sadly I, that many

swing in the loop on these branches.

* * *

Inclined to touch the eye

mind shallow my mind, but reached,

except in politics

i did not inspire deeper than the sole.

* * *

In all with all on a par

like a droplet in dew,

in only one was different than everything, -

i could not live in Gavna.

* * *

Any lot of royal is possible,

just the courage is sufficient to get into the role,

where destroyed is better than insignificant

humiliated - as the lowland king.

* * *

For the fact that laughter prevails

above the mind of life battles,

fortune me generously award

the opposite side of their medals.

* * *

Closed, light and carefree

i vita in my own smoke;

common chain sought by chance

only a neighbor I am in my own way.

* * *

In this strange parliament -

how do I live? What breathe?

Noise and Ham reign in space,

noisy ham and khamsky noise.

* * *

Someday I will become famous

for me, I will surround the brand Papiros,

and find out linguist anti-semite

that I was the Baltic Eskimo.

* * *

I didn't come to this life then

to enter the Senate on horse

i am pleased with everything

what no one envies me.

* * *

By no means a mannequin,

however, it was not in ballet;

i am that nobody who was nobody

and it was very pleased with this.

* * *

There is a dream with me, take care

i will the fortress of her infusion:

when will rebuild books again,

let my fire rewind.

* * *

That I became proletaria - I am proud of;

without tired, without rest, without false

i try, strain and worry,

like a young lieutenant - on the general.

* * *

Medium to the noisy life desert,

where is the passion, and gonor, and fight,

in me enough pride,

to withstand humility.

* * *

What is he, perfect my reader?

I see him clearly:

he is a skeptic, loser and dreamer,

and it is a pity that nothing reads.

* * *

Lord - Tracto playing with me,

and I - over him slightly joking,

to taste my rope,

here I am my feet and dry.

* * *

All youth loved the train,

therefore, that hour is unknown to me,

when my happy star

he sat down and did not find me on the spot.

* * *

Prison was not by paradise,

but I often thought, smoking,

what, as you know, God is not a franger,

so, I'm not in vain.

* * *

A set of what dirty time

darkness of events, vague and vile,

i easily find seed

in own judgments and feelings.

* * *

Blud of world reorganization

and nonsense fusion in ecstasy -

have a lot of common properties

with a scratch wash in the toilet.

* * *

Era, me for morality proud,

so that everyone was done everywhere,

wins my name forever

on the cloud, in the wind, on the rain.

* * *

Where by death the soul will take

i am not a bark with God;

in paradise much softer climate,

but better society in hell.

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Governor Igor Mironovich (pseudonyms I.Mironov, Abram Khayam, etc.) (r. 1936) - Russian writer, poet.

Born July 7, 1936 in Kharkov. Childhood spent in Moscow. He graduated from the Moscow Institute of Transport Engineers (MIIT). After graduating from the Institute, he worked in the specialty. I got acquainted with A.Ginzburg - editor of the Samizdatsky magazine "Syntax".

The happiness of the family relies on prudence at least one of the spouses.

Guberman Igor Mironovich

He also meets the group of so-called. "Lianozovtsev" experimented in the topic of household prose. Guberman becomes the hero of Fakeleon R. Karpel Madozhka No. 8 ("Moscow Komsomolets", September 29, 1960): "... Engineer Igor Guberman, known for the fact that he was one of the inspirationors and organizers of dirty handwritten sheets of" syntax ".

This "Worker", which is loud, as an empty barrel, apparent and narcissist, who cannot really connect two words, still nourishes hope for recognition "(see also Lianozovskaya school).

For a while, Guberman combined the work of an engineer with literary activities. I wrote popular science and documentary books (wonders and tragedies of the black box - about the work of the brain and modern psychiatry, 1968; Bekhterev. Pages of life, 1976, etc.), as well as scenarios for documentary cinema.

Fused pigs are terrible than hungry wolves.

Guberman Igor Mironovich

Over time, the poetic miniatures of the governor begin to appear in Samizdate, and later the name "Gariki". (Garik is his home name). In the 1970s, he is an active employee and the author of the Samizdat magazine "Jews in the USSR".

People who made this magazine saw their task in distributing among the Jews of knowledge about religion, about the history and language of their people; The question of emigration was considered to be a personal matter of everyone.

In 1978 in Israel, "Gariki" were collected in the hands of the hands and published a separate book. In 1979, Guberman was sentenced to 5 years in prison. Artistic hypothesis about the causes of arrest - in his book of strokes to the portrait.

In Paradise, much softer climate, but better society in hell.

Guberman Igor Mironovich

In conclusion, he won the diary, from which the book of walking around Barack (1980, published in 1988 was born. "Let only lovers of detectives, sharp plot and swirling plots will immediately postpone these scattered notes aside, - warns

Only this is another problem. Boredom, longing and disgusting - the main thing that I experienced there. " But the content of the book is the story of a man who managed to stay by a person where humiliation, fear and boredom / person can be reduced into cattle. Clear consciousness helped: the century is underlying, the more honor / one who is not at the same time. And the ability to see human even in the thief, robber and murderer.

(Guberman was sitting in a criminal camp). Three Heroes of the Books: Writer, Sleannik and Delag - Three Ipostasi Author - help to keep the sense of humor and not to give in to malno, nor Gordin.

It is impossible to improve a person, and we are great hopeless.

Guberman Igor Mironovich

He returned from Siberia in 1984. Regardless not managed not only in Moscow, but also in small towns, remote from the capital by more than 100 km. However, the poet D. Samamilov registered it in his house in Pärnu.

He worked on the Leningrad Documentary Studio. Soon the governor was invited to OVIR and reported that he was considering it appropriate to leave his family to Israel. It is harder to leave from there, / where it is impossible to live, "he wrote later. Since 1988 lives in Jerusalem.

In Israel, Guberman wrote a roman strokes to the portrait (the first edition in Russia - in 1994). In 1996, his memoirs of elder notes were released in Jerusalem, in 2001 the book of wanderings.

Who understood the life of the meaning and sense, has long been closed and silent.

Guberman Igor Mironovich

But the glory created, of course, "Gariki". The number of "Garikov" exceeded five thousand, together they form a kind of "hypertext". Artistic techniques of his verses are typical for postmodernism: ironic periphyras of famous expressions (... I thought, the investigator, but I exist), giving the phraseological units of the exact opposite sense (... was born in the shirt that in Russia / always led to the strait shirt), Centon (there is Women in Russian serenities - not on the shoulder one), the abundance of obscene ("abnormative") vocabulary.

Not all critics and not all readers are delighted with the governor. He himself takes it as due - "... right who praises me, and right who splashes Hulu"