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Marina Alexandrovna Koroleva(born April 1, 1960 in Moscow, USSR) - Russian journalist, radio host, TV presenter, philologist (candidate of philological sciences), writer, playwright.
Member of the Russian Language Council under the Government of the Russian Federation. permanent member jury of the Pushkin competition for teachers of the Russian language in the CIS countries and far abroad. Author of the weekly column "We speak Russian" in the "Rossiyskaya Gazeta", dedicated to the Russian language.
Biography
In Rossiyskaya Gazeta, since 2000, Marina Koroleva has been running the weekly column Speak Russian.
Married to the doctor and poet Yuri Kheifets (pseudonym Boris Berg).
Works
Books
The materials of the broadcasts and columns of Marina Koroleva formed the basis three books about Russian: “We speak Russian with Marina Koroleva”(M., "Word", 2003), "We speak Russian correctly"(M., " Russian newspaper”, 2007) and "Pure Russian"(M., Studio Pagedown, 2014).
Plays
Interview
As part of the Echo of Moscow radio programs, Marina Koroleva's guests were prominent figures in politics and culture. In particular, Vladimir Lukin, Alexander Lebedev, Grigory Yavlinsky, Alexander Prokhanov, Chairman of the Moscow City Duma Vladimir Platonov, sociologist Oleg Yanitsky, sociologist Vladislav Inozemtsev and others.
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Notes
- Pavel Basinsky: . "Rossiyskaya Gazeta", No. 4459 of 09/06/2007
- . Rospechat. Retrieved 22 February 2016.
- "Our Environment":
- . Government of Russia (June 25, 2015). Retrieved 22 February 2016.
- . "Russian newspaper". Retrieved 22 February 2016.
- "Russian newspaper":
- . Electronic Library of the RSL (January 31, 2008).
- . Echo of Moscow. Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- . Echo of Moscow. Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- . Echo of Moscow. Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- . Echo of Moscow. Retrieved 22 February 2016.
- . Echo of Moscow. Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- "Lenizdat.ru": 22.10.2004
- TV channel "Carousel":
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- Slone Magazine: . 24.12.2015
- . www.colta.ru Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- . Electronic library system.
- . Theater Library of Sergei Efimov. Retrieved 4 February 2016.
- . Yabloko: Orenburg (November 3, 2003). Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- . "Echo of Moscow" (May 30, 2007). Retrieved 22 February 2016.
- . Official website of the Yabloko party (September 22, 2003). Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- [http://osoboe-mnenie.classic.rpod.ru/ Special opinion: Alexander Prokhanov]. RussianPodcasting (March 3, 2010). Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- Marina Koroleva. (unavailable link - ). Official website of Vladimir Platonov (September 5, 2008). Retrieved March 4, 2010.
- Alexander Shurshev.. Journal "Ecology and Law" (June 29, 2009). Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- ON THE. Borisenko// Electronic newspaper "Russian language". - Korolev, Moscow region: September 1, 2002.
- Marina Koroleva.(2006). Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- Marina Koroleva.. - Modern dramaturgy, 2007. - No. 2.
- . Radio station "Echo of Moscow". Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
- . Retrieved March 4, 2010. .
Links
- LJ-author - Koroleva, Marina Alexandrovna in "LiveJournal"
- on twitter
- in social network Facebook
- on radio "Echo of Moscow"
- on radio "Echo of Moscow"
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An excerpt characterizing Koroleva, Marina Aleksandrovna
“But you said that you don’t have friends, and how many of them are there?! ..” Stella asked, surprised and even a little upset.“These are not real friends. These are just the guys I live next to or study with. They are not like you. But you are the real one.
Stella immediately shone... And I, "disconnected" smiling at her, feverishly tried to find some way out, absolutely not knowing how to get out of this "slippery" situation, and I was already starting to get nervous, because I didn’t want to offend your best friend, but for sure I knew that soon my “strange” behavior would definitely begin to be noticed ... And stupid questions would again fall, to which I had not the slightest desire to answer today.
- Wow, what a treat you have here! - delightedly looking festive table Stella chirped. - What a pity, I can’t try it anymore! .. And what did you get today? Can I have a look? .. - as usual, questions poured out of her.
- They gave me my favorite horse! .. And a lot more, I haven’t even looked yet. But I will definitely show you everything!
Stella just sparkled with happiness to be with me here on Earth, and I got more and more lost, unable to find a solution from the created delicate situation.
- How beautiful it all is! .. And how delicious it must be! .. - How happy you are - there is such a thing!
“Well, I don’t get that every day either,” I laughed.
My grandmother was watching me slyly, apparently amused from the bottom of her heart by the situation that had arisen, but so far she was not going to help me, as always, first waiting for what I would do myself. But, probably, from today's too stormy emotions, as if it were evil, nothing came to mind ... And I was already seriously starting to panic.
- Oh, and here is your grandmother! May I invite mine here? - Stella suggested happily.
- Not!!! - I immediately mentally almost screamed, but it was impossible to offend the baby, and I, with the happiest look that I managed to portray at that moment, joyfully said: - Well, of course - invite me!
And right there, at the door appeared the same, now well known to me, amazing old woman ...
- Hello, dear, I was going to Anna Fedorovna here, but I ended up right at the feast. Forgive the intrusion...
- Yes, please come in! Enough space for everyone! - Dad kindly offered, and very attentively stared straight at me ...
Although my grandmother didn’t look like my “guest” or “school friend” Stellin, but dad, apparently sensing something unusual in her, immediately “dumped” this “unusual” on me, because for everything “strange” that was happening in our house, I usually answered ...
I’m embarrassed that I can’t explain anything to him now, even my ears turned red ... I knew that after, when all the guests left, I would definitely tell him everything right away, but so far I really didn’t want to meet dad’s eyes , since I was not accustomed to hiding something from him and felt strongly “out of my element” from this ...
"What's wrong with you again, honey?" Mom asked quietly. - You're just hovering somewhere ... Maybe you are very tired? Do you want to lie down?
Mom was really worried, and I felt ashamed to tell her lies. And since, unfortunately, I couldn’t tell the truth (so as not to frighten her again), I immediately tried to assure her that everything was really, really perfectly fine with me. And she was frantically thinking about what to do after all ...
- Why are you so nervous? Stella suddenly asked. Is it because I came?
- Well, what are you! I exclaimed, but when I saw her gaze, I decided that it was not fair to deceive a comrade.
- Okay, you guessed it. It's just that when I talk to you, to everyone else I look "frozen" and it looks very strange. This especially frightens my mother ... So I don’t know how to get out of such a situation so that everything is good for everyone ...
“But why didn’t you tell me?! ..” Stella was very surprised. “I wanted to make you happy, not upset!” I'll leave now.
But you really made me happy! I sincerely objected. It's just because of them...
- Are you coming back soon? I'm bored... It's so uninteresting to walk alone... It's good for my grandmother - she's alive and can go wherever she wants, even to you....
I felt wildly sorry for this wonderful, kindest girl ...
“And you come whenever you want, only when I’m alone, then no one can interfere with us,” I sincerely offered. - And I will come to you soon, as soon as the holidays are over. You just wait.
Stella smiled happily, and again “decorating” the room with crazy flowers and butterflies, she disappeared ... And without her, I immediately felt empty, as if she had taken with her a piece of joy that this wonderful evening was filled with ... I looked at my grandmother, looking for support, but she was talking very enthusiastically with her guest about something and did not pay any attention to me. Everything again seemed to fall into place, and everything was fine again, but I did not stop thinking about Stella, about how lonely she was, and how unfair sometimes our Fate is for some reason ... So, having promised myself as soon as possible to return to my faithful girlfriend, I again completely “returned” to my “living” friends, and only dad, who had been watching me very carefully all evening, looked at me with surprised eyes, as if trying hard to understand where and what is serious he once “blinked” with me so insultingly ...
When the guests had already begun to go home, the “seeing” boy suddenly began to cry ... When I asked him what had happened, he pouted and said offendedly:
- And where is the girl? .. And the bowl? And no butterflies...
Mom only smiled tightly in response, and quickly took away her second son, who did not want to say goodbye to us, and went home ...
I was very upset and very happy at the same time! .. This was the first time I met another baby who had a similar gift ... And I promised myself not to calm down until I could convince this "unfair" and unhappy mother how her baby was a truly great miracle ... He, like each of us, should have had the right to free choice, and his mother had no right to take it away from him ... At least until he himself will begin to understand something.
I looked up and saw my dad, who was leaning on the door frame, and all this time he was watching me with great interest. Dad came up and, affectionately hugging me by the shoulders, quietly said:
- Come on, let's go, you will tell me why you fought so hotly here ...
And then I felt very light and calm in my soul. Finally, he will know everything, and I will never have to hide anything from him again! He was mine best friend, who, unfortunately, did not even know half the truth about what my life really was ... It was not fair and it was unfair ... And I only now realized how strange it was to hide from dad all this time my “second” life only because it seemed to my mother that my father would not understand ... I should have given him such a chance even earlier and now I was very glad that I could do it at least now ...
Sitting comfortably on his favorite sofa, we talked for a very long time ... And how much I was delighted and surprised that, as I told him about my incredible adventures, my father's face brightened more and more! .. I I realized that my whole “incredible” story not only does not scare him, but, on the contrary, for some reason makes him very happy ...
“I always knew that you would be special with me, Svetlenkaya ...” when I finished, dad said very seriously. - I'm proud of you. Can I help you with something?
I was so shocked by what had happened that for no reason, I burst into tears uncontrollably ... Dad cradled me in his arms like a small child, quietly whispering something, and I, from happiness that he understood me, did not I heard, only I understood that all my hated "secrets" were already behind, and now everything will definitely be fine ...
I wrote about this birthday because it left in my soul a deep trace of something very important and very kind, without which my story about myself would certainly be incomplete ...
The next day, everything seemed normal and everyday again, as if that incredibly happy birthday didn’t happen yesterday ...
The usual school and household chores almost completely loaded the hours allotted for the day, and what was left - as always, was my favorite time, and I tried to use it very "economically" in order to learn as much useful information as possible, and as much as possible "unusual" in to find yourself and in everything around you ...
Naturally, they didn’t let me near the “gifted” neighbor boy, explaining that the baby had a cold, but as I later learned from his older brother, the boy felt absolutely fine, and apparently “sick” only for me ...
It was very unfortunate that his mother, who at one time had probably gone through a rather “thorny” path of the same “unusual”, categorically did not want to accept any help from me, and tried in every possible way to protect her sweet, talented son from me. But this, again, was only one of those many bitter and hurtful moments of my life when no one needed the help I offered, and I now tried to avoid such “moments” as carefully as possible... Again, it is impossible for people there was something to prove if they didn't want to accept it. And I never considered it right to prove my truth “with fire and sword”, so I preferred to leave everything to chance until the moment when a person comes to me himself and asks for help.
From my school girlfriends, I again moved away a little, because in recent times they almost constantly had the same conversations - which boys they like best, and how it would be possible to “get” one or the other ... Frankly, I could not understand why it attracted them so much then, that they could ruthlessly spend such free hours, dear to all of us, on this, and at the same time be in a completely enthusiastic state from everything that was said or heard to each other. Apparently, for some reason I was still completely and completely not ready for this whole complex epic “boy-girl”, for which I received an evil nickname from my girlfriends - “proud” ... Although, I think that it was the pride I wasn’t in any way ... But it was just that the girls were infuriated that I refused the “events” they offered, for the simple reason that honestly it still didn’t interest me in any way, but throwing away my free time In vain, I did not see any serious reason for that. But naturally, my schoolmates didn’t like my behavior in any way, since, again, it singled me out from the general crowd and made me different, not the same as everyone else, which, according to the guys, was “inhuman” according to the school. ..
Marina Koroleva, a well-known radio journalist who worked as deputy editor-in-chief at Ekho Moskvy radio, unexpectedly left the popular radio station. Six months have passed since then. Marina kindly agreed to give an interview to CHAIKA magazine.
Irina Chaikovskaya. Marina, six months have passed since you left the radio station ECHO MOSCOW. We still hear your voice on it, your program “How is it right” is on repeat, but you are not on ECHO. Not tormented by "phantom" pains? Don't you regret? Was it a conscious decision or spontaneous?
Marina Queen. I can only repeat what I said immediately after leaving: the decision was swift, there was a specific reason. But I didn’t throw out a letter of resignation in the hope that they would persuade me, stop me. I specifically then gave myself a day to “think” - and during this time I thought through all the consequences, asked myself all the questions. I realized: I can no longer work as Venediktov's deputy, under any circumstances. Such work is a matter of trust (or distrust). If I came to "Echo" from time to time, as a guest or as an author, I might not have asked this question, come-work-leave. But I was a deputy, so for me trust in my boss was a key issue. In this sense, the departure was conscious. Not a hysteria, not a vzryk. Yes, I can't do that.
About “regret / do not regret”: no, I don’t regret for a second, neither then nor now. Yes, there was a specific situation, a specific reason, but there were also the last few years at Echo when I toiled from the lack of prospects and development. I am not at all ready to engage in endless self-replication, to release the same programs year after year, no matter how wonderful they may be. I know that they are good - if only because they are copied and even stolen, which means there is something to steal. Or now there are repetitions of my programs on Echo - well, let them go for now. And as long as I'm alive and working, I'm not going to stop. It was no longer possible to develop inside Echo, neither creatively, nor administratively, nor financially. So you need to say thank you to what happened, and move on.IC. Tell me about your business today. I saw your video tutorials on the Rossiyskaya Gazeta website - I liked it: professionally, clearly, beautifully. Will you continue?
MK. Rossiyskaya Gazeta has been publishing a column about the Russian language for fifteen years already, and in a weekly issue, and it has some kind of exorbitant circulation, about 3 million. And the column there is “for everyone”, popular. I know that many people cut it out and kept it when there was no column archive on the site. My favorite academician Vitaly Kostomarov, for example, still carves. At a meeting, he always winks: you supposedly know where to look for your archive, if anything! I will support this column as long as I can, it is useful. Answers specific questions that are still being asked through every possible channel. And some time ago, I suggested to RG that they try to shoot video columns based on newspaper ones: they tried it, it seemed to work out. There are people who are more comfortable reading, and there are those who like to watch and listen more, they perceive information better this way. Now there is a choice: either a printed column (it is also available on the site: https://rg.ru/), or a video in the same place, on the site. I think we will continue this.
But the column is not new. The new one is the “Marina Koroleva Bureau”, which I opened in March, these are projects that are related to consulting on issues of speech correctness, corporate training, “Russian for adults”, you can call it that. On the one hand, it also seems to be nothing new for me: there were radio programs, now there are seminars, classes, webinars. The difference, perhaps, is that we meet with the audience live, face to face, and with an audience that is not random, interested, of high quality, very interesting. In many ways, completely new to me. You know, radio and TV are chasing ratings, websites are chasing hits, social media is chasing likes. These six months taught me, in particular, that two hundred, one hundred, fifty, and sometimes even ten high-quality interlocutors are no less interesting than a million listeners. And one can be more important than a million. The emotional return from a conversation with such an audience is definitely greater. And now it really doesn't matter to me how many of them I have, listeners.
IC. You are not only a journalist. Excerpts from your novel "Vereshchagin" were published in our magazine. Are there any plans to continue writing prose?
MK. Here I am superstitious, sorry. Until you are driven to the computer by the impossibility of NOT WRITING and you put off all your business for this, there is nothing to talk about at all. It's like a gun to the temple, I went through it three times, and with two plays, and with "Vereshchagin". Plans are plans, but this impossibility usually breaks all plans, including working ones. Let's see. I don't want to plan anything. It seems to me that Vereshchagin, despite having sold two print runs and many eminent readers, has not yet been properly read in Russia.
IC. Have you added any other activities to the ones you already have? Nevertheless, time was freed up, there was a relative freedom to dispose of it ...
MK. I mean, have I started cross stitching? Not yet. And it doesn't look like I'll start. Now, after a hurricane half a year of a completely different life, I have a short summer break, but already for September, the Marina Koroleva Bureau (that is, I have) has several applications for corporate classes, and not only. This means that planning and preparation begins in August. And the freedom and mobility of the Bureau is just the opportunity not to be closed for weekends, holidays and vacations. There was a question - please, here is the answer. In social networks, where I have a total of about 30 thousand subscribers, I almost daily “post” the answer to some interesting question.
There was also a completely unexpected, also new experience for me - participation in an expert council theater festival“Around the Classics” when I spent almost a week in Novouralsk, one of the closed cities of Rosatom. Provincial theaters gathered there, with performances based on classical literary works. The finale was a talk show that I held on the stage of the Novouralsk Theater - under TV cameras, with spectators and participants of the festival. Both radio and television skills came in handy here.
IC. It seems to us from abroad that in Russia the state's pressure on citizens, the free press, and freedom of expression is constantly growing. More and more repressive laws are being passed. Do you feel it yourself? How do you solve this situation for yourself?
MK. I am free. I don’t have my own media, I don’t work in the media, except for the language column in Rossiyskaya Gazeta. In my Facebook and Twitter accounts, I can write whatever I think. This is how I decided for myself.
IC. How do you feel about the ECU of Moscow and its editor-in-chief today?
MK. Without heart. This is the past for me. Sometimes I turn on "Echo", but very precisely, I remember when it is best to listen to the news there, if I suddenly did not have time to open them on the Internet. As I said, sometimes I get on repeats of my programs “How to do it right” and, by God, it seems to me that my voice has changed in these programs. Already after the fact has changed. Still, a voice left unattended by a person is a mystical entity, your will.
IC. Don't you think that ECHO has a fear of saying the wrong word, of speaking too directly?
MK. Here I definitely cannot be an expert, I do not follow the "Echo" jealously and intently, as regular listeners do. I worked there, now I don’t work, but I listen occasionally and only to the news. Programs are not. It’s just that for me the degree of predictability of programs, guests, the very intonation there is such that it’s not very interesting for me. I know exactly what I will hear on the air at such and such an hour, at such and such. There are people who like it, predictability. I don't, I don't like it at all.
IC. Is there a threat, in your opinion, that ECHO will be closed?
MK. Listen, there has been such a threat for the last fifteen years, for various reasons. At first we were still scared, then we got used to it. When I was working, it didn’t matter at all what was outside, it didn’t frighten me. Well, if they closed it, I would find another job, even if not a journalistic one. What happens inside the editorial office was much more important for me. And I left because of what was inside, not outside.
Another thing is that I worry about my former colleagues from the Echo website, of course, when I read that they are being dragged to interrogations and face-to-face confrontations for reprinting blogs. I'm worried and I really want them to be fine.
IC. Radio is a powerful drug. Are you thinking of continuing your work on some radio channel, already existing or newly created?
MK. Good question, about ether as a drug. I'm not even going to deny it. But what is important here is to be aware of this. I gave. I knew that it would take some time for the ethereal addiction to disappear. Maybe it also helped that for me, any addiction is like death, and this one was no exception. In general, I told myself that "for the dose" (in this case- a dose of ether) I will never work, and calmly passed this difficult period, since it was very short. Almost immediately, I began to work in a slightly different capacity, and they give a microphone at performances, which is already.
Other radio - there will be worthy proposals, why not work. No - it's okay, quoting Bulgakov, "our equipment is always with us." Who wants to find me, he will find.
IC. I was deeply impressed by the arrest of Nikita Belykh, the way it was framed and presented in the media. I infinitely sympathize with Nikita Yuryevich and I can imagine any honest person in his place. In the game that the state is playing with people, it is difficult not only to justify itself, but also to utter some words in your defense so that they are heard, not distorted and not misinterpreted. Hence his hunger strike. What do you think?
MK. It was terrible. We crossed paths with Nikita Yuryevich many times on Echo, we were on the air together, including in that Minority Opinion on February 27, 2015, before last broadcast Boris Nemtsov, a few hours before his assassination. I have already told you: N.Yu. and I went out to the Ekhovskaya guest room, Nemtsov was there with the hosts Larina and Dymarsky. Belykh and Nemtsov hugged, and before that they had not seen each other for a year ... This is what comes to mind first of all when you look at some crazy shots with illuminated banknotes, you see the eyes of Nikita Belykh ... And you don’t understand anything. Whatever it is, he's having a hard time right now. And I don't understand, just like in the case of Khodorkovsky at one time, why people are kept behind bars on economic grounds, as if there were no other ways to control those under investigation.
IC. What do you pin your hopes on for a change in the situation in Russia?
MK. You know, I really love the “Yasin formula”, as we called it in the program “The Choice is Clear”. Free enterprise, free competition, rule of law. Good formula. But it seems to me that none of this will happen until this damned pyramid turns over in the minds of people - when the interests of an individual are at the very bottom, and the state (or those who appear to be the state) puts pressure on him with all his weight. Until each individual person learns to say to himself and to everyone: there is nothing more important than me and people like me. And the state is for me, not me for him. I would fight with all my might for this coup, and not for Putin to leave, because - well, he will leave, but the pyramid will remain. And another will come, with a different surname, and this pyramid will be built under him. Evil infinity.
IC. You have many friends among American readers. What can they expect from you in the future? How will you please or surprise them?
MK. Just say hello to them. And I’ll work for now, I’ve been surprising myself lately, where can I surprise others.
Washington - Moscow
The opposition radio station "Echo of Moscow" continues to part with the key shots of its editorial.
The other day it became known that "Echo" is leaving another "veteran" of the editorial team - the deputy editor-in-chief of "Echo of Moscow" Marina Koroleva who has worked at the radio station since 1994.
The Queen spoke about the reasons for her sudden decision in an interview with COLTA.RU.
The main factor that prompted the Queen to leave Echo was her relationship with the editor-in-chief:
“The fact that we broke up with the chief editor did not happen in one day, of course. We had professional differences, both personal and financial, we went through several difficult points. Alexei Alekseevich is a flexible person, everyone knows that, much more flexible than I. And I'm not scandalous, everyone knows that too. At the same time, one must understand that I was not in the informal "inner circle" of my boss. Neither initially, nor later. We worked together - yes. I trusted his professional instinct for many years But here in last years I could not explain to myself many decisions of the editor-in-chief. By personnel, by the editorial management system, by air. For myself, finally, for my programs, broadcasting and salary"- said Marina Koroleva.
Wherein, the former deputy Venediktov has no complaints about the brawler, which, as Defector wrote earlier, caused the dismissal of several old personnel of Ekho Moskvy, for example, Sergei Korzun.
“About Lesya Ryabtseva, let’s answer the way I answered everyone in jest: who is it? But the truth is, we didn’t know her very well. I remember Lesya the trainee, completely ordinary, not very talkative, shy. , where they invite guests), several times a week. The same story, unremarkable. What happened to her next, in general, had nothing to do with the editorial office ", said the Queen.
In her opinion, the hype around Ryabtseva is associated solely with her "promotion" by Venediktov:
"It may sound strange - with such a loud "external" promotion - but it was so. Lesya was the personal assistant to the editor-in-chief, Venediktov and she herself talked a lot about this in various interviews, appeared on the air, on television, all this was on it was loud, with scandals, but internal editorial work is different. I have no questions for Lesya and now, I told the editor-in-chief. There are no questions for her, all questions are for him ", said the Queen.
As Marina Koroleva noted, "Echo" is experiencing today a historical turning point in editorial policy:
"This time is changing. The music of the time, the intonation is changing. Already the crunch is standing, it is changing like that. I am telling you this as a person with absolute pitch. The entire orchestra is being retuned. This is a painful process, in fact. Echo will catch this change in intonation - will remain, no - there will be something else".
, radio host, TV presenter, philologist (candidate of philological sciences), writer, playwright.
Member of the Russian Language Council under the Government of the Russian Federation. Permanent member of the jury of the Pushkin competition for teachers of the Russian language in the CIS countries and far abroad. Author of the weekly column "We speak Russian" in the "Rossiyskaya Gazeta", dedicated to the Russian language.
Biography
In Rossiyskaya Gazeta, since 2000, Marina Koroleva has been running the weekly column Speak Russian.
Married to the doctor and poet Yuri Kheifets (pseudonym Boris Berg).
Works
Books
The materials of Marina Koroleva's broadcasts and columns formed the basis of three books about the Russian language: “We speak Russian with Marina Koroleva”(M., "Word", 2003), "We speak Russian correctly"(M., Rossiyskaya Gazeta, 2007) and "Pure Russian"(M., Studio Pagedown, 2014).
Plays
Interview
As part of the Echo of Moscow radio programs, Marina Koroleva's guests were prominent figures in politics and culture. In particular, Vladimir Lukin, Alexander Lebedev, Grigory Yavlinsky, Alexander Prokhanov, Chairman of the Moscow City Duma Vladimir Platonov, sociologist Oleg Yanitsky, sociologist Vladislav Inozemtsev and others.
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“Sonya, you go wake him up,” said Natasha. - Say that I call him to sing. - She sat, thought about what it meant, that it all happened, and, without resolving this issue and not at all regretting it, she was again transported in her imagination to the time when she was with him, and he, with loving eyes looked at her.“Oh, I wish he would come soon. I'm so afraid it won't! And most importantly: I'm getting old, that's what! There will be no more what is now in me. Or maybe he will come today, he will come now. Maybe he came and sits there in the living room. Maybe he arrived yesterday and I forgot. She got up, put down her guitar and went into the living room. All the household, teachers, governesses and guests were already sitting at the tea table. People stood around the table - but Prince Andrei was not there, and there was still the old life.
“Ah, here she is,” said Ilya Andreevich, seeing Natasha come in. - Well, sit down with me. But Natasha stopped beside her mother, looking around, as if she was looking for something.
- Mother! she said. “Give it to me, give it to me, mother, hurry, hurry,” and again she could hardly restrain her sobs.
She sat down at the table and listened to the conversations of the elders and Nikolai, who also came to the table. “My God, my God, the same faces, the same conversations, the same dad holds a cup and blows the same way!” thought Natasha, feeling with horror the disgust that rose in her against all the household because they were still the same.
After tea, Nikolai, Sonya and Natasha went to the sofa room, to their favorite corner, in which their most intimate conversations always began.
“It happens to you,” Natasha said to her brother when they sat down in the sofa room, “it happens to you that it seems to you that nothing will happen - nothing; that all that was good was? And not just boring, but sad?
- And how! - he said. - It happened to me that everything was fine, everyone was cheerful, but it would occur to me that all this was already tired and that everyone needed to die. Once I didn’t go to the regiment for a walk, and there was music playing ... and I suddenly became bored ...
“Ah, I know that. I know, I know, - Natasha picked up. “I was still little, so it happened to me. Do you remember, since they punished me for plums and you all danced, and I sat in the classroom and sobbed, I will never forget: I was sad and felt sorry for everyone, and myself, and I felt sorry for everyone. And, most importantly, I was not to blame, - said Natasha, - do you remember?
“I remember,” Nikolai said. - I remember that I came to you later and I wanted to console you and, you know, I was ashamed. We were awfully funny. I had a bobblehead toy then and I wanted to give it to you. Do you remember?
“Do you remember,” Natasha said with a thoughtful smile, how long, long ago, we were still very young, our uncle called us into the office, back in the old house, and it was dark - we came and suddenly it was standing there ...
“Arap,” Nikolai finished with a joyful smile, “how can you not remember? Even now I don’t know that it was a black man, or we saw it in a dream, or we were told.
- He was gray, remember, and white teeth - he stands and looks at us ...
Do you remember Sonya? Nicholas asked...
“Yes, yes, I also remember something,” Sonya answered timidly ...
“I asked my father and mother about this arap,” said Natasha. “They say there was no arap. But you do remember!
- How, as now I remember his teeth.
How strange, it was like a dream. I like it.
- Do you remember how we rolled eggs in the hall and suddenly two old women began to spin on the carpet. Was it or not? Do you remember how good it was?
- Yes. Do you remember how daddy in a blue coat on the porch fired a gun. - They sorted through, smiling with pleasure, memories, not sad senile, but poetic youthful memories, those impressions from the most distant past, where the dream merges with reality, and laughed quietly, rejoicing at something.
Sonya, as always, lagged behind them, although their memories were common.
Sonya did not remember much of what they remembered, and what she remembered did not arouse in her that poetic feeling that they experienced. She only enjoyed their joy, trying to imitate it.
She took part only when they recalled Sonya's first visit. Sonya told how she was afraid of Nikolai, because he had cords on his jacket, and her nanny told her that they would sew her into cords too.
“But I remember: they told me that you were born under cabbage,” said Natasha, “and I remember that then I did not dare not to believe, but I knew that this was not true, and I was so embarrassed.
During this conversation, the maid's head poked out of the back door of the divan. - Young lady, they brought a rooster, - the girl said in a whisper.
“Don’t, Polya, tell them to take it,” said Natasha.
In the middle of conversations going on in the sofa room, Dimmler entered the room and approached the harp in the corner. He took off the cloth, and the harp made a false sound.
“Eduard Karlych, please play my favorite Monsieur Filda’s Nocturiene,” said the voice of the old countess from the drawing room.
Dimmler took a chord and, turning to Natasha, Nikolai and Sonya, said: - Young people, how quietly they sit!
“Yes, we are philosophizing,” said Natasha, looking around for a minute, and continued the conversation. The conversation was now about dreams.
Dimmler began to play. Natasha inaudibly, on tiptoe, went up to the table, took the candle, carried it out, and, returning, quietly sat down in her place. It was dark in the room, especially on the sofa on which they sat, but the silver light of a full moon fell on the floor through the large windows.
“You know, I think,” Natasha said in a whisper, moving closer to Nikolai and Sonya, when Dimmler had already finished and was still sitting, weakly plucking the strings, apparently in indecision to leave or start something new, “that when you remember like that, you remember, you remember everything , until you remember that you remember what was even before I was in the world ...
“This is metampsikova,” said Sonya, who always studied well and remembered everything. “The Egyptians believed that our souls were in animals and would go back to animals.
“No, you know, I don’t believe that we were animals,” Natasha said in the same whisper, although the music ended, “but I know for sure that we were angels there somewhere and here, and from this we remember everything.” …
- May I join you? - Dimmler said quietly approached and sat down to them.
- If we were angels, why did we get lower? Nikolai said. - No, it can't be!
“Not lower, who told you that it was lower? ... Why do I know what I was before,” Natasha objected with conviction. - After all, the soul is immortal ... therefore, if I live forever, so I lived before, lived for eternity.
“Yes, but it’s hard for us to imagine eternity,” said Dimmler, who approached the young people with a meek, contemptuous smile, but now spoke as quietly and seriously as they did.
Why is it so hard to imagine eternity? Natasha said. “It will be today, it will be tomorrow, it will always be, and yesterday was and the third day was ...
- Natasha! now it's your turn. Sing me something, - the voice of the countess was heard. - Why are you sitting down, like conspirators.
- Mother! I don’t feel like it,” Natasha said, but at the same time she got up.
All of them, even the middle-aged Dimmler, did not want to interrupt the conversation and leave the corner of the sofa, but Natasha got up, and Nikolai sat down at the clavichord. As always, standing in the middle of the hall and choosing the most advantageous place for resonance, Natasha began to sing her mother's favorite play.
She said that she did not feel like singing, but she had not sung for a long time before, and for a long time after, as she sang that evening. Count Ilya Andreevich, from the study where he was talking to Mitinka, heard her singing, and like a pupil in a hurry to go to play, finishing the lesson, he got confused in words, giving orders to the manager and finally fell silent, and Mitinka, also listening, silently with a smile, stood in front of count. Nikolai did not take his eyes off his sister, and took a breath with her. Sonya, listening, thought about what an enormous difference there was between her and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be in any way as charming as her cousin. The old countess sat with a happily sad smile and tears in her eyes, occasionally shaking her head. She thought about Natasha, and about her youth, and about how something unnatural and terrible is in this upcoming marriage of Natasha to Prince Andrei.
Dimmler, sitting down next to the countess and closing his eyes, listened.
“No, countess,” he said at last, “this is a European talent, she has nothing to learn, this gentleness, tenderness, strength ...
– Ah! how I fear for her, how I fear,” said the countess, not remembering to whom she was speaking. Her maternal instinct told her that there was too much in Natasha, and that she would not be happy from this. Natasha had not yet finished singing, when an enthusiastic fourteen-year-old Petya ran into the room with the news that mummers had come.
Natasha suddenly stopped.
- Fool! she shouted at her brother, ran up to a chair, fell on it and sobbed so that she could not stop for a long time afterwards.
“Nothing, mother, really nothing, so: Petya scared me,” she said, trying to smile, but tears kept flowing and sobs squeezed her throat.
Dressed-up servants, bears, Turks, innkeepers, ladies, terrible and funny, bringing with them cold and fun, at first timidly huddled in the hallway; then, hiding one behind the other, they were forced into the hall; and at first shyly, but then more and more cheerfully and amicably, songs, dances, choral and Christmas games began. The countess, recognizing the faces and laughing at the dressed up, went into the living room. Count Ilya Andreich sat in the hall with a beaming smile, approving the players. The youth has disappeared.
Half an hour later, in the hall, among the other mummers, another old lady in tanks appeared - it was Nikolai. The Turkish woman was Petya. Payas - it was Dimmler, the hussar - Natasha and the Circassian - Sonya, with a painted cork mustache and eyebrows.
After condescending surprise, misrecognition and praise from those who were not dressed up, the young people found that the costumes were so good that they had to be shown to someone else.
Nikolay, who wanted to give everyone a ride on his troika along an excellent road, suggested that, taking ten dressed-up people from the yard with him, go to his uncle.
- No, why are you upsetting him, the old man! - said the countess, - and there is nowhere to turn around with him. To go, so to the Melyukovs.
Melyukova was a widow with children of various ages, also with governesses and tutors, who lived four miles from the Rostovs.
“Here, ma chere, clever,” said the old count, who had begun to stir. “Now let me dress up and go with you.” I'll stir up Pasheta.
But the countess did not agree to let the count go: his leg hurt all these days. It was decided that Ilya Andreevich was not allowed to go, and that if Luiza Ivanovna (m me Schoss) went, the young ladies could go to Melyukova's. Sonya, always timid and shy, began to beg Louisa Ivanovna more insistently than anyone else not to refuse them.
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