Evgeny Marysaev Biography

Alessandro de Filippo yesterday, after a monthly break, disconnecting for non -payment, entered the Internet and first of all scored a new book about geologists in the search line - “Sun and Wind Brother”. I wanted to clarify the lyrics of the song and to figure out the cases: how to sing correctly - “sun and wind ...” or “sun and wind ...”. The opened site offered several dozen options for the text of the song with and without pictures.

It turns out that I have violated the order of words: instead of “sun and wind, brother” must be written “Wind and Sun Brother” or “Brother’s Wind and Sun”. Who likes what the case more like ... And another pleasant surprise was opened on me on the Internet: the story under the title of “Wind and the Sun” was already written by Evgeny Cleonovich Marysaev, the year of birth. The book about geologists was published in the year, pages, copies of copies, in a solid cover, with illustrations, ISBN is absent ...

Marysaev wandered a lot in his youth, he worked as a storm, an explosive, a route worker ... Litin's institute finished in absentia, wrote 9 books. He did not live long, died in the year ... Now I need to select another title for the book, because the “brother” is already busy with the Sun and the Wind. It’s good that I looked on the Internet. We will look for ...

But in terms of the content of poems for the song "Geologists" I have something to say, and I will do it on these pages. Let us clarify: A. Pakhmutova wrote music, and two authors wrote the lyrics: S. Grebennikov, I don’t know who they were in life, these poets, maybe geologists, only in their text there are some misunderstandings. From the point of view of a professional geologist.

I remember how Anna German performed this song. She sang well. But I did not like poetry, or rather, separate places in the text, and at every opportunity I criticized them. Especially in our festive feasts, when after the fifth toast “for geologists” someone necessarily started “You left for hot steppes, I went to reconnaissance in the taiga ...”. Many picked up, and I never. In choral performance, this song was not in love with me at all.

A dull motive and some kind of pity for a poor geologist ... No, this is not for me. To the often questioned question why I do not sing along with everyone, I answered briefly: - I do not want to. Almost everyone lagged behind at once, except pretty much and stupid. I answer for my words right here on these pages. There are already questions to the first verse: why did the poets divorce lovers so far - her “in the sultry steppes”, and his “for reconnaissance in the taiga”?

If he and she are still students, and went to practice, then such a variety is allowed: her south, and his north. And if they are already geologists “We are both geologists with you”, then ... in love with the university or stupa, the students, as a rule, entered into marriage, and left in the direction of the same expedition as a family. They came there like young specialists, and in a decent expedition they were put in line for an apartment.

This was the advantage of married couples over bachelors. In the second piece of bathing, so beautifully written, the invented romanticism simply goes off scale. I can’t recall such that one of us swore allegiance to his future wife ... "Polar Star." Of course, some kind of romanticism in us young people was, but not to the same extent that he would take off to star heights.

And the time was so pragmatic that all sorts of oaths were not in fashion. Although ... maybe it's me such a thick -skinned pragmatist that I can’t express ardent feelings ... maybe ... Then excuse me, romance, if something said wrong. Indeed, why should I play for everyone? We move on to the third verse in which you are singing about professionalism. I admit that he and she knew well of his job and knew how to “distinguish expensive ore from the breed.” Then, in E, good specialists were trained in the country.

Both school and higher and average professional education were on top. But, to be proud of the ability and in life to understand, as in mineralogy is hardly. Not worth it. Life sets such tasks that most of us do not have enough time to resolve them until the end of our life. I also have questions and doubts to the content of the fourth verse. For some reason, the geologist, that is, not a geologist, but the poet decided for him that from long separation “hardened by the wind” love only grows stronger.

The experience of life, and your humble servant served 40 years in geology, sings us another song. When in separation, and even in Dol-Goy, he and she-young, strong, healthy-live and work nearby and even go to routes together with other young and healthy men and women, then ... how to resist? The question, of course, is interesting.

For backfill. So we approached the chorus that sounds in the song four times. I agree only with the first and fourth lines. Yes, the routes sometimes occurred and long, there were even three -day with night -air nights, and of course, by the fire. But why can not be turned back? It also happened that we returned from work earlier, not reaching the site of work.

For security reasons. Heroism, dangerous to life, in the days of our service in geology, was not welcomed. Either the rain will cut off, then the bridge will demolish the bridge over the river, then the landslide will block the road ... That's it.They returned back to the base of the geoparty. Stalin's orders - “only forward! They began to protect people. For industrial accidents, the authorities punished severely.

And two poets again turn us in the Stalin era. Let's not go. But this appeal “Hold on, geologist, a geologist, ...” generally sounds plaintively, as if they were tortured and tormented by a geologist at work from morning to evening, and seven days a week. A different romantic will sake or listen to the heavy share of geologists-filling and he will notice in geologists, because their life there is not sugar there.

As far as I can remember, to work in the field, in April-month I traveled with pleasure. The desktop sitting really tired me. And he went to the routes with pleasure, asked for the most distant ones, so that in new places ... he did not like to go to the route with the authorities: a feeling of freedom disappeared. You follow him, as attached, and do what you order: give it, bring it, beat off there a sample there, take a sample ...

fortunately, I rarely got such a lack of free walking. In the route, I felt completely free, and this, I will tell you, great grace for a person! Nowhere and I have never had such a wonderful feeling of freedom as in geological routes! All myself, all myself ... I choose a direction, focus on the terrain, put the exposure of breeds on the map, give the commands to the accompanying where and how many samples, I sign them ...

For rest, I choose elevated places to admire the mountains from the mountain. And no one is a decree to me, where and how to go. All by itself, everything itself ... Tourism is the best rest. Well said. And in geologists, in my opinion, in general - tourism at the state expense. Combining the pleasant with the necessary. Pesenician poets urge geologists to hold on and attach.

Thank you guys! I won’t say for everyone, but you definitely don’t have to worry for me - everything is fine, a wonderful marquise. Everything is fine, everything is fine!