Слепой ангел

"Slepoĭ angel" - ėto roman o slepom muzykante i ego angele-khranitele. Rasskazyvatʹ, pochemu imenno slep angel, ne budu, chitatelʹ, daĭ Bog, uznaet ėto iz samogo teksta. I͡A dazhe ne skazhu, kto imenno slepoĭ angel - muzykant ili angel-khranitelʹ. © I͡Uz Aleshkovskiĭ "Slepoĭ Angel" - poslednee i, pozhaluĭ, samoe znachitelʹnoe sochinenie I͡Uza Aleshkovskogo. Roman proshchanii͡a i proshchenii͡a, roman-ispovedʹ, roman-itog. On ostalsi͡a nedopisannym. Aleshkovskiĭ pisal ego dolgo, trudno, ostavli͡ai͡a i vozvrashchai͡asʹ, slovno vykhodi͡a iz potoka ėtoĭ gustoĭ, mnogosloĭnoĭ prozy i vkhodi͡a v nego snova i snova. Kazhetsi͡a, chto avtor narochno ne zavershil ego, otoĭdi͡a ot nedopisannoĭ stranit͡sy i ostorozhno pokinuv knigu, kak, sobstvenno, i svoi͡u zemnui͡u zhiznʹ. K schastʹi͡u dli͡a nas, i ta i drugai͡a sluchilisʹ dolgimi. Kak i vsë sozdannoe Aleshkovskim, ėtot roman vyzyvai͡ushche paradoksalen svoeĭ derzkoĭ, rezhushcheĭ slukh polifonichnostʹi͡u. Vnutri ėtogo splava roi͡atsi͡a kriki gazetnykh lozungov, khripy spirichuėls, vysokiĭ Bakh i nizkiĭ shli͡ager - vsi͡a kakofonii͡a obezumevshego goroda, po ulit͡sam kotorogo, vosled dublinskoĭ teni, nachinaet puteshestvie A.I. - slepet͡s, muzykant, Angel. Sobstvenno, puteshestvui͡ut dva angela: odin - vpolne telesnyĭ Angel Ivanovich so svoeĭ sobakoĭ, povodyrem; drugoĭ zhe - angel nastoi͡ashchiĭ, khrani͡ashchiĭ dushu i slepoe telo pervogo. Estʹ eshche i Angelina - tretʹi͡a ipostasʹ nebesnoĭ ierarkhii, vossozdannoĭ Aleshkovskim v ego nepodrazhaemoĭ manere, - deva, muza, sgustok ėfemernogo t͡selomudrii͡a i plotskogo iskushenii͡a. Estʹ takzhe raznoobraznyĭ sonm padshikh i nizvergnutykh, poteri͡avshikh krylʹi͡a, no, blagodari͡a sostradanii͡u avtora, vsë-taki v romane proshchennykh i vpolne chelovechnykh. Ėmmanuil Svedenborg - velikiĭ mistik, uchenyĭ i vizioner - povedal miru ob ustroĭstve Rai͡a, gde karta Nebesnogo Grada svoimi ochertanii͡ami povtori͡aet figuru angela. U Aleshkovskogo zhe - naoborot: gorod stanovitsi͡a kartoĭ angela, "ispolnennogo mnozhestva ocheĭ", i Angela-cheloveka, glaz lishennogo. No v telesnoĭ slepote voznikaet oslepitelʹnyĭ svet vnutrennego prozrenii͡a, i roman, po khodu virtuozno i legko zhonglirovavshiĭ zhanrami i stilevymi priemami - ot avanti͡urnogo detektiva do naturfilosofskogo traktata, ot zaboristogo felʹetona do daosskoĭ pritchi, - vdrug vspykhivaet ognennym potokom nezhnosti i li͡ubvi - li͡ubvi obzhigai͡ushcheĭ, vyzhigai͡ushcheĭ kislotoĭ do samogo krai͡a boli, li͡ubvi vselenskoĭ ko vsemu sushchemu na svete: "ot nichtozhnoĭ bukashechki do glukhogo kosmosa". I vsë zhe, nesmotri͡a na vostorzhennyĭ panteizm Aleshkovskogo, li͡ubovʹ ėta ne bezadresna - u nee estʹ konkretnyĭ poluchatelʹ, ta edinstvennai͡a na vse ego zhizni i dli͡a vsekh ego slov "Angelina", kotorai͡a sobrala iz mnozhestva oskolkov nezavershennui͡u rukopisʹ i polozhila pered nami ėtu knigu. Ėto ochenʹ veselai͡a i ochenʹ skorbnai͡a kniga. Ona zavorazhivaet svoeĭ muzykoĭ, nepovtorimym zvuchaniem slova, blagodari͡a odnazhdy sozdannomu Aleshkovskim instrumentarii͡u i tolʹko emu odnomu prisushchemu, ona polna zalikhvatskogo slenga, i͡azycheskikh glossolaliĭ, "drevesnogo shepota", gorʹkoĭ ironii i edkoĭ pravdy. I - mudrosti. ""Chitaĭ!" - velel Angel proroku". Budem chitatʹ i my.   I͡A. I͡Akulov Nechai͡annai͡a radostʹ. Menʹshe vsego i͡a ozhidal, chto my s vami uvidim ėtu knigu. I͡Uz pisal eë dolgo, zhalovalsi͡a, chto ona medlenno i trudno idët. I͡A, chestno govori͡a, dumal, chto on tak i zabrosil eë - sluchaetsi͡a i tak. Davno uzhe I͡Uz prebyvaet v luchshem iz mirov, i vdrug kniga - vot ona, i my snova slyshim ego ni na kogo ne pokhozhiĭ golos, ispolnennyĭ gorʹkoĭ ironii i mudrosti. Inache kak chudom i͡a ėto nazvatʹ ne mogu. A.Makarevich   Mne ochenʹ ne khvataet I͡Uza. No i͡a chitai͡u ego posledniĭ, posmertnyĭ roman, i I͡Uz zhiv. M.Baryshnikov

"The Blind Angel" is a novel about a blind musician and his guardian angel. I will not tell you exactly why the angel is blind, the reader, God willing, will find out from the text itself. I won't even tell you who the blind musician angel or the guardian angel is. © Yuz Aleshkovsky "The Blind Angel" — the last and, perhaps, the most significant work by Yuza Alyoshkovsky. A novel of farewell and forgiveness, a novel of confession, a novel of outcome. It remained unfinished. Alyoshkovsky wrote it for a long time, hard, leaving and returning, as if coming out of the stream of this thick, multi-layered prose and entering it again and again. It seems that the author deliberately did not complete it, moving away from the unfinished page and carefully leaving the book, as well as his earthly life. Fortunately for us, both happened for a long time. Like everything created by Aleshkovsky, this novel is defiantly paradoxical in its audacious, ear-splitting polyphony. Inside this alloy, the cries of newspaper slogans, the wheezing of spirituals, high—pitched Bang and low hits are swarming — the whole cacophony of a maddened city, through the streets of which, following the shadow of Dublin, A.I. begins his journey - a blind man, a musician, an Angel. Actually, two angels are traveling: one is a fully corporeal Angel Ivanovich with his guide dog; the other is a real angel who preserves the soul and blind body of the first. There is also Angelina, the third hypostasis of the heavenly hierarchy, recreated by Alyoshkovsky in his inimitable manner — virgo, muse, a bundle of ephemeral chastity and carnal temptation. There is also a diverse host of the fallen and overthrown, who have lost their wings, but, thanks to the author's compassion, they are still forgiven and quite humane in the novel. Emanuel Swedenborg, the great mystic, scientist and visionary, told the world about the structure of Paradise, where the map of the Heavenly City repeats the shape of an angel. In Alyoshkovsky's case, on the contrary, the city becomes a map of an angel, "filled with many eyes," and an angel—a man without eyes. But in bodily blindness, a blinding light of inner insight arises, and the novel, which masterfully and easily juggled genres and stylistic techniques along the way — from an adventurous detective story to a natural philosophy treatise, from an intense feuilleton to a Taoist parable — suddenly bursts into a fiery stream of tenderness and love — a burning, burning acid love to the very edge of pain, universal love for to everything in the world: "from an insignificant bug to a remote space." And yet, despite Alyoshkovsky's enthusiastic pantheism, this love is not unaddressed — it has a specific recipient, the one for all his life and for all his words "Angelina", who collected an unfinished manuscript from many fragments and placed this book in front of us. It's a very funny and very sad book. She fascinates with her music, the unique sound of the word, thanks to the instruments once created by Alyoshkovsky and unique to him, she is full of swashbuckling slang, pagan glossolalia, "woody whispers", bitter irony and caustic truth. And — wisdom. ""Read it!"The Angel commanded the prophet." We will read it too.   I. Yakulov is an unexpected joy. The last thing I expected was that you and I would see this book. Yuz wrote it for a long time, complaining that it was slow and difficult to go. To be honest, I thought that was how he abandoned her - it happens that way. Juz has been living in the best of all worlds for a long time, and suddenly the book is here, and we hear his voice again, which is unlike anyone else, full of bitter irony and wisdom. I can't call it anything but a miracle. A. Makarevich, I really miss the User. But I am reading his last, posthumous novel, and Yuz is alive. M.Baryshnikov