Maya Carmen Biography

Did you know that? It was a year. He walked right towards me, they closed the road, blinded me how did you manage to avoid a collision? I have never been some kind of ace, he just told me what to do. He said: Twist to the right to the very end, now gas, and turn back, back, back. And we slipped along the very edge of the road. You entered the literature so beautifully, instantly, you can say, starting to write like no one wrote.

Work of consciousness or hand drove? I imitated Kataev. Then we were friends with him, and he was very proud that we were so friendly and I have the impression that you first started, then he came to his senses and began to write in a new way. He told me: old man, you know, everything goes so cool with you, but you are in vain on the plot, you don’t have to develop the plot. There was already Metropol, and he, speaking on his flying on TV, said: you know, I am so grateful to our party, I am so grateful to the Writers' Union for the last time I drove along the Kyiv road and saw it - he stood so big, and looked at the road if there was no threat to my novels, I would still not leave.

“Burn”, “Island of Crimea”, a lot of ideas were written. All this could not be printed here and began to be printed in the West. And in the West, when I began to write my big novels, such a story happened. My main publishing house Random House was sold to another publishing house. My publisher told me: do not worry, everything will remain the old way. But they appointed a person who first looked closely, and then said: if you want to make a profit, you must drive out all the intellectuals.

Just like ours. This man became vice president of the publishing company, and I realized that my books will no longer be there. And I suddenly realized that I was returning to Russia, because again I save my literature. The main thing is that I returned to the country of my language. What is better for life here and here? This, of course, is not what it was in the USSR, but I have been published in circulations of 75 thousand, 55 thousand incredibly comfortable, cozy.

In France, not as comfortable as in America. They are located for you, they smile at you, do they help you? There are many things. There, the university takes on a lot of your worries and is engaged in all this body, which the formalities of life represent, it is terribly convenient. I really like the language. I can’t say anything else. It was monstrous. And yet the monster somehow gave me the opportunity to survive.

Mom served, father sat. When I was exposed that I hid the information about my mother and about my father, I was expelled from Kazan University. Then they restored. I could actually rattle in jail. Then such a successful combination of the 10ths, “thaws” and everything together - it hardened and raised me. But I never felt like a Soviet man. I came to my mother in Magadan for the settlement, when I was 16 years old, we lived on the very outskirts of the city, and these convoys dragged past us, I looked at them and understood that I was not a Soviet person.

Absolutely categorically: not Soviet. I even aimed at Stalin once. I walked with the guys from the construction institute in Red Square. We walked, and I saw the Mausoleum where they stood, black figures on the right, brown on the left, and in the middle - Stalin. I was 19 years old. And I thought: how easily you can aim and get it from here.