Le Météore de Sibérie (French Edition)

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Amazon Drive Cloud storage from Amazon. Alexa Actionable Analytics for the Web. He was an incredible poet since so many of his songs are examples of powerful, poignant poetry with deep often hidden meaning - rather than simple entertainment. He was a gifted stage actor , performing "Hamlet" under the direction of the amazing Yuri Lyubimov.

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He was a movie actor who was usually only allowed to play villains by the Soviet censors - the villains that as a result were loved more than the protagonists. His music spoke to the very heart and soul of the Soviet people.

And, like a meteorite, he was burned out and gone prematurely, at the age of Shadows and light alternate on your face. I see your eyes - shining and tender, hair cut short, face unshaven for two days, cheeks sunken from exhaustion. You are not beautiful, your appearance is quite ordinary, but your gaze is extraordinary.

Right after we arrive at Max's, you take the guitar. I am amazed by your voice, your strength, your scream. And also - because you're sitting by my feet and singing for me alone. Eventually I begin to understand the meaning, the bitter humor and the depth of your songs. You explain to me that theater is your craft, and poetry is your passion.

And right then, without any transition, you tell me that you have loved me for a long time. It is written with so much love and admiration for his genius, his larger-than-life personality, for his work ethics - but also without glossing over the difficulties of living with Vysotsky, without toning down the demons that tortured him. You see, for most of his life, Vysotsky struggled with vicious alcoholism, unable to tame and control the vice.

In the last years of his life, drugs followed. The battles with addiction colored the years of Vlady and Vysotsky's life together, and I appreciated Vlady's loving honesty which tried to show Vysotsky as he was, an amazing person but still painfully human, without nigh-deifying him as people are prone to do when great ones leave us prematurely. After a day or two, you try to convince me no matter what that you can drink like everybody else, that a glass or two will not hurt you, that you are not sick - and the apartment becomes empty. Soon, you disappear as well. And the most difficult part begins: I lock myself in the apartment with you to pry you away from the bottle.

Two days of shouting, moaning, threats, two days of stuck in one place, loss of balance, jumps, falls, spasms, puke, insane headache. I pour all the liquor out, but if, unfortunately, there is a mere drop of alcohol anywhere in the apartment, I'm racing you to it to pour that out, too, before you can take a gulp.

Her narrative is not linear, meandering a bit, skipping back and forth between significant events in their lives, commenting with sad surprise on the realities of Soviet life that were mundane to Vladimir but strange to a wealthy French beauty. She gives us the glimpse into Vysotsky's creative process, giving context to some of his well-known songs.

She tells us about so many people that came up to Vysotsky completely convinced that he had been in a war with them, that he had been mountain-climbing with them, that he even had been imprisoned with them. It was unbelievable to people that he could write with such passion and truth about things that he hasn't experienced - but that was the unparalleled genius of Vladimir Vysotsky.

These people, whom you love deeply, find in your songs the echoes of the tragedy that had not spared a single family: At your concerns, the adorned with medals veterans cry. The young people are serious and immersed in thoughts. Your songs do more for peace and the memory of the dead than all the movies, documents, monuments and official speeches all put together.

But, having been born in , you haven't taken part in the war. Vlady shows us his impressions of the great abroad the one that particularly resonated with me was his disbelief and tears when he saw the way people lived in Germany, the country that was the aggressor towards the Soviet Union and was defeated by it, and still enjoyed the unbelievable to Soviet people standards of living.

He loved seeing other places, he enjoyed playing concerts to emigrants and 'natives' alike, but at no time did he ever consider abandoning the Soviet Union for good.

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You see, he was not chasing some elusive idea of freedom if it meant giving up his roots, the land that he loved, the people whom he loved and who adored him, who sustained him and his creativity. And for this, I admire him and his inner strength and integrity. You will condemn all that in your songs.



Crushed by the banality surrounding you, marked by the historical situation - 'do not judge the winners' - you are crippled and broken not physically, like your friends, but mentally, in your soul. Also, a link to the 60 Minutes video with him, in English. View all 16 comments. I love Vladimir Wesocki poetry and songs. They are set so deep in Russian culture and relism of communism era: Wysocki's sarcasm got him in trouble many times. Wouldn't be Marina, his only escape would be vodka Different worlds, differents cultures Max Zur rated it it was amazing Nov 03,