Biography of the poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko. Yevgeny Yevtushenko: biography and obituary of Yevtushenko in recent years
Mikhail Morgulis, a friend of the poet, announced on Saturday.
“Five minutes ago, Evgeny Alexandrovich passed away into eternity,” he said. - His son Zhenya called me and told me this sad news. Masha, unfortunately, cannot talk now.”
A friend of the poet also noted that almost until the very last minutes of his life, Yevgeny Yevtushenko was conscious: “He heard everything, reacted and, of course, understood that so many people were worried about him.”
With the poet, who was hospitalized on March 12 in the city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, his wife Maria Novikova was all this time. Two of their sons, Dmitry and Evgeny, who arrived at the hospital, also managed to say goodbye to him.
According to the general producer of the festival, which was to be held in Moscow for the anniversary of the poet, Sergei Vinnikov, Yevgeny Yevtushenko asked to be buried in the Russian writers' village of Peredelkino, next to Boris Pasternak.
The producer noted that on March 29, the wife of the poet Maria called him and connected him with Evgeny Aleksandrovich.
“Sergey, I am in a very serious condition in the clinic, doctors predict my imminent departure,” Vinnikov told a TASS correspondent of his words. “I apologize to you for letting you down so much. But at the same time, I ask you very much that the projects we planned together - an evening in the Great Hall of the Conservatory and a performance in the Kremlin Palace - take place without me.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko was supposed to have turned 85 on July 18. He planned to conduct a tour of the cities of Russia, Belarus and Kazakhstan. Also, the main stage venues in Moscow were to become the venue for the main anniversary events: the P. I. Tchaikovsky Concert Hall, the Great Hall of the Moscow Conservatory and the State Kremlin Palace. Three weeks ago, the poet took part in a TASS press conference on the occasion of his jubilee via video bridge.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko was born in 1932 in the family of a geologist and amateur poet Alexander Gangnus. His first poem was published in the Soviet Sport newspaper, and his first book of poems Scouts of the Future was published in 1952, when he became the youngest member of the Writers' Union of the USSR. In 1963 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
In 1991, having signed a contract with the American University in Tulsa, Oklahoma, he left with his family to teach in the United States, where he lived the last years of his life.
ForumDaily made a selection of his most famous poems.
Babi Yar
There are no monuments above Babi Yar.
A steep cliff, like a rough tombstone.
I'm scared. Today I am as old as the Jewish people themselves.
I think now - I'm a Jew.
Here I am wandering through ancient Egypt.
And here I am, crucified on the cross, dying, and still on me are traces of nails.
I think Dreyfus is me. Philistinism is my informer and judge.
I'm behind bars.
I got into the ring. Hounded, spat on, slandered.
And the ladies with Brussels frills, screeching, poked their umbrellas in my face.
It seems to me that I am a boy in Bialystok. Blood pours, spreading across the floors.
The leaders of the tavern stand are outrageous and smell of vodka with onions in half.
I, thrown off by a boot, am powerless.
In vain I pray to the pogromists.
To the cackle: “Beat the Jews, save Russia!” - the meadowsweet rapes my mother.
Oh, my Russian people! - I know you
Essentially international.
But often those whose hands are unclean rattled your purest name.
I know the goodness of your land.
How vile that, without flinching, the anti-Semites pompously called themselves the “Union of the Russian People”!
It seems to me - I am Anne Frank, transparent, like a twig in April.
And I love. And I don't need phrases.
I need us to look at each other. How little you can see, smell!
We can't have leaves and we can't have sky.
But you can do a lot - this is gently hugging each other in a dark room.
Are they coming here? Do not be afraid - these are the hums of spring itself - it is coming here.
Come to me. Give me more lips. Break down the door? No, it's ice...
The rustle of wild herbs over Babi Yar.
The trees look menacingly, in a judicial way.
Everything screams silently here, and, taking off my hat, I feel myself slowly turning gray.
And I myself, like a continuous silent cry, over thousands of thousands of buried.
I am every shot old man here.
I am every shot child here.
Nothing in me will forget about it!
Let the "Internationale" thunder when the last anti-Semite on earth is buried forever.
Jewish blood is not in my blood.
But I am hated by hardened malice to all anti-Semites, as a Jew, and therefore - I am a real Russian!
And it's snowing, and it's snowing...
And it's snowing, and it's snowing
And everything around is waiting for something ...
Under this snow, under quiet snow,
I want to say to everyone:
"My most important person,
Take a look at this snow with me -
He is pure, like what I am silent about,
What I want to say."
Who brought me my love?
Probably a good Santa Claus.
When I look out the window with you
I thank the snow.
And it's snowing, and it's snowing
And everything flickers and floats.
Because you are in my destiny
Thank you snow.
This is what's happening to me
Here's what's happening to me:
my old friend does not go to me,
but walk in petty fuss
different are not the same.
And he goes somewhere with the wrong people
and he understands it too
and our discord is inexplicable,
and both suffer with it.
Here's what's happening to me:
not at all the same comes to me,
puts his hands on my shoulders
and steals me from another.
And that one - tell me, for God's sake,
who should put their hands on their shoulders?
The one from whom I was stolen
in retaliation, too, will steal.
Doesn't answer right away.
but will live with himself in the struggle
and unconsciously marks
someone far away.
Oh, how many nervous and sick,
unnecessary connections, unnecessary friendships!
I already have a sense of urgency!
Oh somebody come break
strangers connection
and disunity of close souls!
New York elegy
In the Central Park of New York City
in the middle of the night, chilled, nobody's,
I spoke to America quietly -
we are both tired of her speeches.
I spoke to America in steps.
Tired steps do not lie to the earth,
and she answered me in circles
from dead leaves falling into the pond.
It was snowing. He felt uncomfortable
along the bars that continue the revelry,
sitting down on swollen neon veins
at the sleepless city on the forehead,
to the cheerful smile of the candidate,
trying to get in not without difficulty,
where I don’t remember, I remember that somewhere, -
but the snow didn't care where.
And in the park here he fell untroubled,
and, as on colorful rafts,
snowflakes fell gently
on slowly sinking sheets,
on a balloon, pink and unsteady,
about the stars sleepily rubbing cheek,
sticky with chewing gum
to the pine trunk with a childish hand,
on someone's forgotten glove,
to the zoo that sent away the guests,
and on a bench with a sad inscription:
"Here is a place for lost children."
The dogs were licking the snow.
Squirrels flickered by cast-iron vases
among the trees lost by the forests,
lost beady eyes.
Keeping in itself sullenly and hidden
silently questioning reproach,
heavy blocks of granite lay
lost children of the former mountains.
Zebras chewed hay behind bars,
staring lost in the dark
Walruses, lifting their snouts from the pool,
caught snow with a mustache on the fly
The walruses looked bitter and hazy,
in their own way regretting, as they could,
lost children of the ocean,
people children of the lost land.
I wandered alone, and only far behind the thicket,
as if the night is a staring pupil,
floating invisibly in front of the face
floating red firefly cigarettes.
And it seemed like I was looking for guilt,
not knowing that I'm praying for this,
someone's unknown loss
a loss similar to mine.
And under the silent white snowfall,
united by its secret,
America sat next to me
to a place for lost children.
White snows are coming...
White snows are falling
like sliding on a thread...
To live and live in the world,
but probably not.
Someone's soul without a trace
dissolving away,
like white snow
go to heaven from earth.
White snows are coming...
And I'll leave too.
I don't mourn death
and I do not expect immortality.
I don't believe in miracles
I am not snow, not a star,
and I won't do it again
never ever.
And I think sinful
Well, who was I?
that I am hasty in life
love more than life?
And I loved Russia
with all the blood, the ridge -
her rivers in flood
and when under the ice
the spirit of her five-walls,
the spirit of her pine forests,
her Pushkin, Stenka
and her elders.
If it was hard
I didn't bother too much.
Let me live uncomfortably
for Russia I lived.
And I hope
(full of secret worries)
that at least a little
I helped Russia.
Let her forget
about me without difficulty,
just let her be
forever, forever.
White snows are falling
like at all times
as under Pushkin, Stenka
and how after me
Big snows are coming
painfully bright
both mine and others
covering their tracks.
Being immortal is not possible
but my hope
if there is Russia,
so I will be.
01/04/2017 - 22:39
Yevgeny Yevtushenko died on Saturday, April 1, 2017, surrounded by family and friends. The cause of Yevgeny Yevtushenko's death has already been named - he died of cardiac arrest in an American hospital.
The biography and personal life of Yevgeny Yevtushenko are such that he was born on July 18, 132. The real name of the poet is Gangnus, his father was a Baltic German by birth. The future poet was brought up in the family of a geologist. Mother Yevgeny Yevshutenko in 1944 changed his surname to her maiden name after returning from evacuation.
Yevtushenko published his first poem in the Soviet Sport newspaper at the age of 17. He quickly became famous and in 1952 became the youngest member of the Writers' Union. From 1952 to 1957 he studied at Gorky University, but was expelled because of his convictions. In particular, due to the fact that he supported Dudintsev's novel "Not by Bread Alone." In 1952, Yevtushenko published his first book of poetry.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko repeatedly opposed the Soviet regime, criticized some of the actions of the government. In 1991, he signed a contract with the US University in Tulsa and moved to live in America. It was in America that Yevtushenko spent the last years of his life.
The personal life of Yevgeny Yevtushenko is not a secret with seven seals. He was married four times. The first wife was the poetess Bella Akhmadulina. The second wife is Galina Sokol, from whom Yevtushenko has a son, Peter. In the third marriage with the Irishwoman Jen Butler, sons Alexander and Anton were born. In 1987 he married Maria Novikova, with whom he lived for the rest of his life. She gave birth to Yevtushenko's sons Yevgeny and Dmitry.
In the last years before his death, Yevtushenko's health deteriorated. In 2013, he underwent an amputation of his right leg, pain in which had been bothering him since 1997. In 2015, due to a weak heart, he was implanted with a pacemaker. On March 31, 2017, he was admitted to the hospital, where he died of cardiac arrest. Quietly, in a dream, next to loved ones.
Yevtushenko died on April 1.
There is nothing to say that the era of the sixties finally died with him.
Contradictory era, conflicting people.
Yevtushenko was born in 1932. The place of his birth is the city of Zima in the Irkutsk region, but he grew up in Moscow.
His parents were geologists. They divorced early, the future poet changed his last name from Gagnus to Yevtushenko, but he talked with his father.
Paternal great-grandfather is a glass blower. Paternal grandfather - a Baltic German, a teacher of mathematics, wrote two textbooks, was repressed in 1938, later released. The poet's father died in 1976.
In addition to geology, my parents were fond of the arts. His father wrote poetry, his mother was an actress.
Wikipedia says that Zinaida Ermolaevna Yevtushenko is an Honored Cultural Worker of the RSFSR. But I remember that for many years she worked with the Soyuzpechat kiosk near the Belorusskaya metro station, at least in the late 80s anyone could buy a newspaper from her. She had an unkind character, she did not communicate with the journalists who besieged that kiosk.
Yevtushenko complained at concerts that his mother did not accept his help, she wanted to live independently. Yevtushenko has a younger sister, born in 1945.
Zinaida Ermolaevna died at the age of 92, in 2002. 
In early photographs, his childhood looks prosperous, although the child looks frowningly.
Yevtushenko began to print early, became a member of the joint venture at the age of 20. He became famous very quickly.
In those years, poets collected stadiums
Mikhail Svetlov, Andrei Voznesensky, Bella Akhmadulina, Evgeny Yevtushenko
By the time I remember myself, it had already become something of a monument.
A song based on his poems “Do Russians Want Wars” often sounded on the radio. There are lines: “Ask my wife” - which of the wives should have been asked? He was married to the poetess Bella Akhmadulina, 
Then on her friend Galina Lukonina (surname after her first husband, poet Mikhail Lukonin).
Interestingly, both women did not have their own children. With Lukonina, Yevtushenko adopted the boy Peter in 1968. Despite the fact that the marriage broke up, Yevtushenko helped his adopted son until the end of his life. And he died in 2015 in a psychiatric clinic. After the death of his mother, Galina, Peter drank a lot.
The third wife was an Irish woman - a fan of the poet. She gave birth to two sons.
Yevtushenko lived cheerfully, stormily.
His relationship with the authorities was complicated. Either Yevtushenko wrote something very patriotic, or something with a touch of seditiousness.
For example, in 1961 Yevtushenko wrote the poem "Babi Yar". She made a lot of noise. The fact is that he raised the topic of the Holocaust in it, while in the USSR they believed that all Soviet victims of the war were equal.
The editor of Literaturnaya Gazeta, where the poem was published, was fired. But Shostakovich wrote a symphony to Yevtushenko's poems, and Yevtushenko gained worldwide fame.
Since then, how many poets, directors, etc. have come out with the theme of the Holocaust? So tell me after that that Yevtushenko was not a genius. Moreover, according to him, he composed “Babi Yar” without any ulterior motive: just, being in Kyiv, he saw that there was no monument at the burial site, that garbage was being dumped there, and was indignant. Came to the hotel and wrote poetry.
Then Yevtushenko had to go, one might say, to his historical homeland, to Siberia, and write the poem "Bratskaya HPP" about the feat of socialist construction. Well, where is the Bratsk hydroelectric power station now? Who needs electricity in this very Siberia? Why do we need our own production, if you can buy everything in China?
For all this, Yevtushenko was strongly disliked by both patriots and Westerners, communists and anti-communists, especially since he did not get out of business trips abroad.
Yevtushenko loved public speaking and read his own poetry well. I was at one such performance in 1985. He was then about to divorce his foreign wife. Rather, he divorced in 1987, but he was suspiciously cheerful and read a poem about a meeting in the taiga with a girl who had a mosquito net on her face, and he liked this girl so much that he had already destroyed 2 families and is ready to destroy another one.
The last wife, Maria, is the mother of the poet's two younger sons. 
Aldanochka
Long-awaited Aldanochka
looks:
guest or zhigan!
On her shoulder
berdanochka,
where in any trunk -
jacan.
That the guest
made sure
pounded the moss with a sock,
and not to trust
and tried on with an eye.
She has the habit of a sable.
Vigilantly sat on the porch
and adapted to the fan
capercaillie wing.
And soft in all movements,
signorita of the three courts
looks askance, waving
camarilla mosquitoes.
And a mosquito net mantilla
trembles a little,
Well, I'm silent
how small
albeit an old one.
It's hard to build a self-roll -
I'm not an expert at this.
I'm talking jokes
and without words like this:
"I'm almost gone.
I lost the address.
I got into a trap
from Buenos Aires.
The one who burned down two houses is the one
happy and shalash.
The third house is about to burn down
and I do not extinguish.
I'm not a slacker at all
but in your hut
don't let it take a bite -
and I will burn her.
I forgot who I am.
I am a total wreck.
I'm not from the clouds
but rather from the pits.
I am in the taiga among the snags,
dainty knife,
from special vagabonds -
wandering in myself.
And there are swamps
not a hole,
sluggishness,
but something blue
blooms slowly.
So much messed up in life
everything that he did - everything is not right,
and I'm all - from forget-me-nots.
I can't forget anything.
Destroyed everything, destroyed everything
but believe me, I'm lying:
didn't love anyone
I don't love anyone.
The locust crumbles
how not to shake it!
Love is not in love, aldanochka,
there is still dislike.
you are so young now
and beautiful for the time being
and chasing after you
mosquitoes eat you.
I'm a little old
but this porch
let me stand
next to your face."
Directly, I can see how he famously stamps his foot while reading.
I was then surprised that Yevtushenko was wearing some kind of colored jacket.
Subsequently, wherever he performed, he was always dressed in something unimaginable. Nobody else dressed like that.
I remember him at the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR - he then represented Kharkov, and wore an embroidered shirt on this occasion. He behaved defiantly: apparently, he felt that the time of the USSR was coming to an end. Didn't he bring embroidered shirts into fashion?
Then Yevtushenko liked to tell that his biggest shock was the entry of Soviet troops into Prague in 1968.
I still don’t understand why this struck the sixties so much. The suppression of the Hungarian uprising did not impress, the execution of workers in Novocherkassk did not impress, but Prague did.
And today it is clear that if the troops had not been sent then, the USSR and the Warsaw Pact would have collapsed already in 1970. Would that be good?
I never really liked Yevtushenko's poems, but I remember one thing:
Every case has a random boy.
Such fate did not give talent,
and to them with the cool unkindness of stepmothers
favorite things are.
They take it hard
fighting for their rights for years
but, as before, they look immature
treacherously ruddy words.
They have a lot of anxiety about everything.
They live without doubt
and, stepchildren, they cannot be silent,
when sons are silent about something.
They are alien to those who are only glad for peace,
who is not averse to running away from himself.
They feel with their whole skin what they need,
but they can't help it.
When sometimes, trying to no avail,
ruining the whole thing with mediocrity,
goes to fight for the truth mediocrity,
talent, I'm ashamed of you.
1954
I wonder if he is talking about himself?
In addition, Yevtushenko understood and loved other people's poetry and compiled an excellent anthology of Russian poetry. I have it, and when I open it, I remember the compiler with gratitude.
Yevtushenko enriched the treasury of Russian aphorisms with the expression "A poet in Russia is more than a poet." He tried to put it into practice: he interfered in many cases, helped someone, drew the attention of the authorities to some outrages.
Another well-known aphorism does not belong to him, but is associated with him. Iosif Brodsky hated Yevtushenko, and when he heard that Yevtushenko was in favor of liquidating collective farms (this was during Perestroika), he declared: "If Yevtushenko is against collective farms, then I am for it."
All the talents of Yevtushenko cannot be listed: he wrote prose, directed films, and starred in them himself. He said that Pasolini wanted to shoot him in the birth of Christ, but our authorities did not allow it.
A separate story - songs on the verses of Yevtushenko. Probably everyone knows them and sometimes they even sing, for example, "It's snowing." For some reason, I always want to sing "For this snow in my destiny, thank you, party, to you."
Well, the man lived a bright, eventful life. And he did not give up, although in recent years he was seriously ill. 6 years ago he had a kidney removed, 4 years ago his foot was amputated. But he came to Russia that year, and this summer, on the occasion of his 85th birthday, he was going to arrange a big tour. But did not live.
For some reason, he is being blamed for having lived in the United States since 1991. He found a teaching job there. At that time, he still had small children, and his age was no longer young.
But Yevtushenko never declared himself an emigrant and a fighter against the regime, he never said nasty things about Russia. And he bequeathed to bury himself in Peredelkino, near the grave of Pasternak, whom he respected very much.
Once again, I cannot help but recall the amazing style of clothing that the poet adhered to. Why did he want brightness so much? All these flowers surprisingly do not fit with his stern face.
I remember that he once complained about a poor childhood (which he had exactly the same, if not better, than that of all other Soviet children) and told a story. He dressed up in one of his colored suits, and some simple woman like a cloakroom attendant said to him: “Man, you have such a poor face!”
Probably, he still wanted to get as far away from any asceticism as possible. His feature was shirts with prints, colored jackets, which came with caps made of the same fabric, rings and bracelets. Even under winter clothes, he wore crocheted scarves in the form of a flower garland.
Here is a selection of his outfits.
On April 1, it became known about the death of Yevgeny Yevtushenko, one of the last representatives of the era of the sixties and, perhaps, the most widely read poet from the famous cohort that appeared on the wave of the thaw of the fifties. During his creative life, he composed twenty poems and hundreds of poems, many of which became songs. Yevtushenko is known not only in Russia and post-Soviet countries, but also far beyond the borders of the former USSR. The sad news came from the city of Tulsa (Oklahoma, USA), where the poet lived almost constantly for more than a quarter of a century.
Sixties
The poets of the era that began after the 20th Congress of the CPSU, which stigmatized the Stalinist cult of personality and exposed many crimes of totalitarianism, for the most part were not carriers of anti-Soviet and anti-communist sentiments. On the contrary, they, like the predominant part of the population of the USSR (who are interested in politics), were possessed by a romantic mood and the belief that the country was going in the right direction, and the troubles that befell their parents, friends and relatives were the result of a monstrous deviation (distortion, departure and etc.) from the line conceived by Lenin. Hence the “dusty helmets of commissars” by Okudzhava, and disbelief in Voznesensky’s “cog people”, and Voinovich’s “dusty paths of distant planets”, and many other manifestations of romantic and poetic optimism.
In this sense, Yevgeny Yevtushenko was both lucky and unlucky at the same time. He began to publish early, even under Stalin, and dedicated many of his youthful poems to the leader, whose authority was indisputable in those days. Talent was noticed, and not only because of the "correctness" of the content - it took place objectively. Later, critics who had “seen the light” in a timely manner reproached the poet for this and reminded him of his early opus about “killer doctors”. It should be borne in mind that many of the sixties glorified Stalin in their creations, some of them forcedly, and some of them out of inner conviction. As the "father of nations" himself said, - everyone is smart in hindsight.
What is it like to be a semi-dissident?
Covering the death and recalling the biography of the departed poet, today some Western, and even domestic information resources, call him a “semi-dissident”. Such attempts seem, perhaps, somewhat unnatural. An interesting opinion on this subject is Valeria Novodvorskaya, who believed that Yevtushenko did not cross the “fatal line”, after which the authorities in the USSR began persecution, at least openly, limiting himself to hints in poetry. He expressed rejection when Brodsky, Sinyavsky, Daniel were tried, troops were sent to Czechoslovakia, but, unlike Solzhenitsyn, Aksenov, Voinovich or Galich, he, albeit with a stretch, was referred to as “their own”. Such was the fate of the few talented people who lived in the 60s-80s in the Soviet Union. Some prominent poets, musicians, writers, directors, sculptors and representatives of other creative professions of the post-Stalin era criticized the actions of the authorities, but they were not unnecessarily severely punished for this for various reasons, including fear of complications in foreign policy relations. Among them was Yevtushenko. Sometimes, however, pressure was applied, and paradoxically, it may have had a beneficial effect. Later, when almost everything became possible, there were no more outstanding works. Rather the opposite...
Biography
The father of Yevgeny Yevtushenko was the Baltic German Alexander Rudolfovich Gangnus, a geologist who had a penchant for versification, so the love of poetry was in his blood. The mother, actress Zinaida Ermolaevna, decided to change her son's surname in 1944. There are some discrepancies with personal data, in particular, in terms of place and date of birth. Some sources indicate the Zima station, others indicate the city of Nizhneudinsk, Irkutsk region. Everything is clear with the year - 1932, but 1933 was recorded in the passport. This was done deliberately to avoid red tape with documents in wartime. The first poem was published by the poet at the age of seventeen. After school - Literary Institute. A. M. Gorky, but Yevtushenko did not finish it, but was expelled, as it is believed, for the book “Not by Bread Alone” by Dudintsev, which was controversial at that time, was found in his possession. At that time, the first collection of the author, Scouts of the Future, had already seen the light, and he himself had already become a member of the USSR Writers' Union, and the youngest, so there was no special need for a diploma. Yevtushenko himself did not appreciate his youthful creations, he wanted to write differently.
Zenith
It is believed that the poetic boom continued in the USSR until the 80s, but this is not entirely true. In the fifties and sixties, many people were really fond of poetry, but later pop stars came to the fore in popularity. And before them, indeed, poets and bards gathered huge audiences, which even today's rock musicians can often only dream of. Collections of poems were published in seven-figure circulations, and the point in this case was by no means the notorious planned economy - all these volumes were sold out and read. The peak of Yevtushenko's fame came at this time. Between 1956 and 1962 seven of his books were published. The most significant metropolitan poetic events of the sixties were the meetings of authors with the general public in the assembly hall of the Moscow Polytechnic University. Rozhdestvensky, Akhmadulina, Okudzhava, Yevtushenko and other poets performed. After a long reign of treasury, it was like a breath of fresh air.
Yevtushenko and abroad
After the publication in 1961 of the poem "Babi Yar" in many languages, Yevtushenko gained wide popularity abroad. Few of the Soviet authors could travel to different countries like he did. The poet went where an ordinary Soviet citizen, dreaming of a trip to Bulgaria or Poland, was deliberately ordered to go: Europe, South and North America, in general - from Paris to the Amazon. In the United States, the poet was received by President Nixon, although it is not known whether he ever read his poems. Yevtushenko positioned himself as a "Siberian poet" who came to art practically "from the plow", but his behavior abroad irritated the Soviet leadership. The statement about a future united Germany (prophetic) irritated Ulbricht, who had just built the Berlin Wall. In general, he said a lot of things in the West, and he dressed in a completely different way than befits a Soviet poet. For a while, even the visa was closed, but after the poem "Bratskaya HPP" they were forgiven. Yevtushenko knew how to regulate relations with the authorities.
Poet and politics
Yevgeny Yevtushenko, along with other prominent representatives of the Soviet creative intelligentsia, has been participating in the work of the Congress of People's Deputies of the USSR since 1989. He was a deputy elected from the city of Kharkov until the collapse of the USSR. In the late eighties, he also worked in other areas of public life, mainly related to art:
- 1986-1991 - Secretary of the Board of the Writers' Union of the USSR.
- 1991 - Secretary of the Board of the Commonwealth of Writers' Unions.
- 1989-1991 - one of the leaders of the literary association "April".
- 1988-1991 - work in the "Memorial" society.
Then the Soviet Union collapsed.
IN THE USA
The poet went to America in order to give lectures on art history to students and graduate students of the University of Tulsa. Basically, in recent years, Yevtushenko lived in Oklahoma with his family, coming from time to time to Russia, where his creative projects were implemented, for example, the rock opera “White Snows Are Falling”, written by Gleb May to the poet’s verses. There were also tour performances, during which the atmosphere of the sixties awakened. In recent years, Yevtushenko could not often visit his homeland - his state of health did not allow.
Problems
In 2013, Yevgeny Yevtushenko's leg was amputated - the titanium ankle joint did not take root. A year later, in Rostov-on-Don, he became very ill, and only an emergency operation to install a pacemaker saved his life. Treatment of cancer six years ago gave results, but the disease returned after the doctors were forced to remove the kidney. On the last day of March, the state of the body became so complicated that Yevtushenko had to be urgently hospitalized. Medicine was powerless.
Return
The talented poet expressed his last will: he wanted to be buried next to Boris Pasternak in Peredelkino. The will will be fulfilled.
The previously famous Soviet and Russian poet died at the age of 85.
This was announced by a friend of the poet Mikhail Morgulis.
"Evgeny Alexandrovich passed away into eternity," Morgulis said, citing information from the poet's son. Almost until the last moment, Yevtushenko remained conscious, he added.
On the eve of Yevtushenko was hospitalized in serious condition in a hospital in Tulsa (Oklahoma).
According to the press secretary of the President of the Russian Federation Dmitry Peskov, he has already expressed deep condolences to the widow, relatives and friends of Yevtushenko.
"He was a great poet, his legacy is an integral part of Russian culture," Peskov said.
Yevtushenko asked to be buried in Peredelkino, near Moscow, next to, and also not to cancel the concerts that were planned to be dedicated to his anniversary. This was announced by the general producer of the anniversary festival Sergey Vinnikov.
Yevtushenko was supposed to have turned 85 on July 18. He planned to conduct a tour of the cities of Russia, Belarus and Kazakhstan. Also, the main stage venues in Moscow were to become the venue for the main anniversary events: the P.I. Tchaikovsky, the Great Hall of the Moscow Conservatory and the State Kremlin Palace.
In the summer of 2015 in Moscow, doctors of the Central Clinical Military Hospital named after P.V. Mandryka performed a successful operation on Yevtushenko's heart. To eliminate problems with the heart rhythm, the poet was given a pacemaker during the operation. Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a famous poet, prose writer, screenwriter and film director.
Born in 1933 in the Irkutsk region. His first poem was published in the Soviet Sport newspaper, and his first book of poems, Scouts of the Future, was published in 1952. In total, more than 150 books written by Yevgeny Yevtushenko have been published. Among his most famous creations are the poems "Bratsk Hydroelectric Power Plant", "Mother and the Neutron Bomb", a collection of poems "Citizens, listen to me." He is also the author of journalistic works, memoirs. Yevtushenko published an anthology of Russian poetry "A poet in Russia is more than a poet."
Since 1991, Yevgeny Yevtushenko has lived permanently in the United States, where he taught at the University of Tulsa, lectured on Russian poetry and European cinema at other American educational institutions.
