Alexander Sevostyanov Biography

Disable on the page of Alexander Nikitich Sevastyanov to disconnect on all pages of the authors to preserve the biography - Alexander Sevastyanov Alexander Nikitich Sevastyanov - writer, journalist, art critic, sociologist, political scientist and public figure. Candidate of Philology. Member of the Union of Journalists, the Union of Writers, the Union of Writers, the Slavic Union of Journalists, the Association of Art historians.

The author of the multi-part popular science film “Both Crafts and Inspiration”, books and about publications in magazines, newspapers and networks from a year. Father is a participant in the Great Patriotic War, the son of a White Guard officer, executed by false denunciation in the city of an English teacher. In the city of G. in the gg. Co-chairman of the National Party of Russia, devoid of the Ministry of Justice of Registration of the year.

Based on the decisions of the Meshchansky District Court of Moscow from an autobiography: I was born on April 11 in Moscow, on the Square of the Belorussky Station, in the house where famous pilots and aircraft builders lived. My mother’s adoptive father, S. Kocherigin, in whose apartment we and I were then, was one of the first Russian test pilots, and later a well-known aircraft designer, a close employee of Ilyushin.

My father, Nikita Borisovich Sevastyanov, demobilized in the fall of the year his last front - taking Budapest with a complete orphan. His father, a White Guard officer, who returned to the city of his father, was a greatcoat burned at the front -line bonfire; The first years of living together, he and his mother removed corners throughout Moscow. A round excellent student of the Stalin scholarship, father immediately entered the graduate school of Mosrybvtuz and, shortly before my birth, became a candidate of sciences.

But there was no housing, therefore, when in the year his father was offered to move with the institute to Kaliningrad and head the pulpit there, he agreed. In April, he stormed Koenigsberg and willingly went to this, with his participation, the region - East Prussia. There he, a world -famous scientist, worked until the end of his life; Today in Kaliningrad there is a street of Professor Sevastyanov.

Since childhood, I have a very tenacious memory: I remember how they put me on medical scales, how they took me out of the street to the balcony in a stroller to fill up, how my mother fed me with my chest. She sang a lot to me Russian songs, lullabies, sang romances and even opera arias, tried to develop my hearing and taste to her native melody.

I read a lot aloud to me, especially Russian fairy tales, Pushkin, and poems in general. At the age of four to five years, I took me to the Tretyakov Gallery especially remembered from the feather time “Night on the Dnieper” of Kuindzhi, “Evening after the battle of Igor Svyatoslavich with the Polovtsy” Vasnetsov, “Tamerlan’s doors” and “Apofoose of the war” Vereshchagin.

The early vaccination of Russian culture played a large role in my life. The Kaliningrad region is an amazing, in many respects, a reserved and magical land with a piercingly beautiful nature, where romantic traces of former civilizations - the German and Slavic Prussian itself are found everywhere. This is my small homeland, very beloved and memorable forever, which I once bypassed with a camera in search of architectural monuments of the medieval Order Gothic.

The intellectual community of the capital of the region was international, which was taken for granted, because everyone was visiting, non -named, “immigrants”. Arriving in Moscow, in fact, she was a aunt of my native grandfather, who adopted my mother, when he married a second time for school holidays, I partially detached, but very acutely-in contrast-perceived all the Russian aesthetic and cultural signs of the main city of the Russian people.

Then he still seemed like that, completely Russian, even emphasized by the Russian city. I remember Moscow very Russian and I want my children and grandchildren to return this again. Everything is known in comparison. In Moscow, I got on Wednesday of the old in the literal and figurative sense, ethnically and spiritually exclusively Russian intelligentsia.

My many straight and cousins ​​and grandmas were engineers, doctors, civil servants of the previous, pre -revolutionary sourdough; Many fought-some not only in the second world, but also in the first and in Finnish, had officer ranks and awards. But the memory of a happy pre -Soviet childhood and youth, like the memory of the terrible Bolshevik years, when everything and everything that was dear to them died around in conversations, was also transmitted to me.

The combination of unaccounted huge patriotism and frankly anti -Soviet spirit was organic, natural for my relatives. I unconsciously learned to feel that Russia is something much more, more eternal, interesting and precious than its Soviet political modification. There were fewer relatives along the father’s line, but specifically Sevastyanov was not preserved at all. Father tried to find the brothers of grandfather Boris, but the eldest died in German, and the younger ones, as he found out, did not dare, having a terrible example of his brother before his eyes, to have families and died childless.The large and viable clan of the Don Cossacks of the Zabugins, to which my grandmother belonged at the front, took us cheerfully and with love.

There were also engineers and doctors, including front -line. Life in Kaliningrad unexpectedly turned into trouble: in the year, his father left for another family. This was accompanied by so tragic circumstances that it poisoned my life for many years. Mom was ill, going from the hospital to the hospital. With living parents, I at the age of 13 remained an orphan, in fact unattended.

I forbade my father to appear in the house, interrupted the relationship. Many years later, brutally punished by fate, his father returned to our family, to his mother, when I myself already had two children ... these years, with their bitterness, not to cross out, not to restore anything. I, a boy who immediately from childhood, bypassing youth, to adulthood, could not understand: for what this punishment was for me.

Now I only understand: I paid an advance for my future family happiness, for the early comprehension of unshakable true values ​​of life, among which family and children are in the first place. A cruel lesson, but perhaps necessary in our immoral time with its shaken foundations. The drama also consisted in the fact that, except for this tragic error of temporary dug, the father earned as a man, a citizen and a scientist of the greatest respect and love.

And he always used in society as such. He was an exceptional person in many respects; He painted well, wrote good verses, as, by the way, his father, was smart and widely educated, inquisitive, could be the soul of the company, and he was a perfect workaholic. At the front, he entered the Communist Party and was not only crystal clean and decent, but also a person’s sincere in his communist beliefs.

And even tougher: “I hate property! We brutally argued with him, I thought and consider the communist doctrine through the false, false, ignoring and incorrectly interpreting the very nature of man and society. But it is precisely thanks to the personal example of my father that I understand that, although communism as a doctrine is a lie, the Communists themselves can be excellent people ...

I completely grabbed premature “adulthood”: at the age of 13 - the first cigarette, at the age of 14 - the first woman, the first glass of pure alcohol at the age of 15. Fortunately, over time he threw smoking, but did not add up to alcohol. After the eighth grade, in order to slightly facilitate the mother of worries and at the same time “get acquainted with the people”, I then read the socialists Fourier and Saint-Simon, worked on someone else's passport in the town of Neman: the roof winged, placed and plastered the walls, and awarded the Malyar and the carpenter.

I earned my boots and the first suit in my life. After the ninth grade - and I was a hefty small, strong, physically developed - worked in the Kaliningrad shopping port on unloading bags with Cuban sugar ... True, by the tenth grade I already had a different source of earnings: I was a passionate I even dreamed of white balls in the green field and a gifted player on billiards.

Adult uncles willingly got up to play with me, hoping to get a little to cash in a arrogant boy, and left with empty pockets. At 16-17, I already traveled to play Riga, Vilnius, Leningrad. Money was not a problem for me. Subsequently, having married for the first time at the age of 18 and fulfilling my wife’s demand, I quit the game and then could no longer restore this gift.

However, I still love billiards, I play as far as possible. Amazing sport, honest and incredibly beautiful! I have never seduced any other, except for a smart game - Prefiraz, to which I fundamentally teach all my children. Sometimes I play roulette, only with the aim of winning. I win, but not a lot. In the year, my mother and I returned to Moscow, I transferred to the correspondence department of the Faculty of Philology of Moscow State University.

I went to work: the first position was - the Explorer of the elevator of the scientific library of Moscow State University. I took the bride with him from Kaliningrad. Her father was a Russian engineer, but her mother was a Jewish. I then did not attach any importance to this. And only having lived in this unsuccessful fortunately, a childless marriage for five years, having looked closely on the almost exclusively Jewish environment of my wife, I learned to perfectly understand the peculiarities of the national psychology of Jews and the intricacies of Russian-Jewish fundamental incompatibility.

All our patriots would have such a tough school - they would have escaped many false steps, get rid of the mass of illusions! And they would have learned something useful. Over the years of unsuccessful cohabitation, I understood so well what the marriage should not be and what my wife should not be, that when I met her Lucy, then the summer, only who ended the theatrical and art technical school for the Russian girl, who was in the whole opposite of my wife, I did not hesitate to run away from home.

For the recklessness of my first marriage, I had to pay a family apartment on Gorky Street: I got off cheaply! For more than thirty years, Lucy and I have been together, this is a happy union, which, in fact, has done my whole life.My wife is a reliable support that shares my views on life and politics. Thanks to her, her tireless worries about the house, about children, my hands are untied.

We deliberately cultivate the Russian family, support in it the Russian spirit, the Russian cultural atmosphere, which I managed to get from the older generation of ancestors and friends. We have six children and three grandchildren. The five -room state apartment received a four -room apartment as large in the year, then exchanged. The eldest son is a lawyer, died under unclear circumstances, he has a widow and a son.

The eldest daughter is an artist in fabric, married to an officer, they have a son and daughter, they live, alas, far from Moscow. The middle son is an architect, the middle daughter is an artist, a wide profile designer, married to a businessman. Two younger children are still living with us, the youngest son is still a schoolboy. The son is a year older than the older grandson ...

They all love each other, care, help each other, live together. We always explained to them that there is no one closer in the world, there is no more reliable support than our own family. My mother, fortunately, is alive, keeps a clear mind, a high soul, a kind heart. He does not want to go with us, appreciates independence in his 87 years! He also helps his grandchildren, and he is engaged in English great -grandchildren ...

And for many years they lived in our house, replacing one another, dogs; Now we are going to take a cat. Many times in my life I changed my job, I searched every time only that would allow you to develop, study, learn new things, create. At one time he dreamed of a career as a film director, but the marriage of Lus did it impossible: the movie and the family are poorly compatible.