Poet Sergei Nyrkov. On the work and life of the author

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…I once believed that it was impossible

To live on earth without turning to the sky…"

Boris Avsaragov

Childhood

In 1961, on December 7, on the day of the great martyrs Catherine and Mercury, in the first-aid post of the city of Sasovo, Ryazan region, before reaching the maternity hospital from the village of Berestyanka, a boy was born, the future poet Sergey Ilyich Nyrkov. His father, Ilya Ivanovich Nyrkov, and his ancestors were natives of these places, his mother, Maria Akimovna Kunitsa, comes from Ukraine. The poet spent his childhood in the same places, the village of Berestyanka and the city of Sasovo. After graduating from high school, in 1980 he entered the Mordovian State University. Ogareva N. P. to the Faculty of Philology, Department of Journalism. Unfortunately, the children's photos of the poet Sergei Nyrkov could not be found in public information.

The start of the journey

The craving for reflection on paper of the experienced appeared at school. First attempts, first successes. His children's work in 1976 was published in the regional newspaper. Alreadyas a student, he published in newspapers and republican magazines of Mordovia. And even in 1984 he participated in the All-Union Conference of Young Writers of the USSR.

Publications

In 1988, the collection of works "The Hospitable Land", published in Saransk, also included the first book of poems by the poet Sergei Nyrkov "My forests will never burn out …". Its name is a line from the poem "Message", which was written by a young author, perhaps as a reminder of himself in the future, which will never burn out, "… and my road will not be washed away by the rains …". A real poet sometimes penetrates through time with his inner gaze. And only then the meaning of the thought that came is clear. "I did not sing, but only sang along. And, closing my eyes, I waited for the melody…". A reminder that if hard times come, knocking you down, you need not despair, because everything that is expensive, everything is inside, in the soul and "… the smell of lilacs … and the quiet murmur of abandoned gardens …", friend, teacher, parents, relatives, beloved, the land on which he was born and raised, will never disappear as long as the thought is alive and unchanged. And evil can't read minds, so it won't be able to change them.

In 1994, already in Moscow, the second book of poems by the young author "Angry Angel" was published. Before the publication of this book, an important event took place in the life of the poet, which greatly influenced his further life and work. In 1991, he met and became friends with Boris Avsaragov, then head of the poetry department at the Literaturnaya Rossiya newspaper. Friend and teacher of the author, wise and kind, wonderful poet and thinker,treated young poets like children. "Embryos of the infant light… fearless birds. They had no will, no prohibition. And I led them to the attraction of the light…"

The first books of the poet Sergei Nyrkov were immediately noticed and caused a lot of positive feedback. The essayist Irina Sheveleva wrote about his work in her work "The Poet from the Russian Night", Smorodina Anna and Konstantin in their story "The Golden World of Glory". Academician, historian and literary critic Kozhinov V. V., speaking well of the works of the poet, recommended him to join the Writers' Union of the USSR.

In 1997, the author's third book en titled "Alone with Earth and Sky" was published in Moscow.

Return

The next book of the poet will be released in 15 years, in 2013, and he called it "Captured by the alphabet". Creative destiny does not run parallel to a career, everyday achievements, it is undulating, with its own amplitude. "It so happened that for many years I was outside the literary process. But now the time has come …", the author will write much later. The poetess Natalya Laydinen played a huge role in the return of the poet Sergei Nyrkov to creative activity.

Creativity

One of the important tasks of a poet is to remind a person not to forget in his worldly bustle, in worries about daily bread about the most important thing - about love.

Probably, we do not come into this world alone. And the great mercy of God is the miracle of meeting and the joy of recognizing the nativesouls, and then earthly life is not so difficult. The image, character, look, manner of talking, similar fears, sorrows and joys, a feeling of complete peace and mutual dissolution, happiness and confidence, every soul remembers all this and strives all his earthly life to find his love, sometimes making mistakes, but gaining experience that will allow forgive and understand all the flaws, sins and shortcomings of a loved one. “I carved every gesture of yours on a stone…” In the comments to the poem “Christ’s Bride,” which the poet Sergey Nyrkov dedicated to Svetlana Evstratova, he writes: “It is impossible to deceive God. … I tried to express this love, which would be enough for all those living on this planet…"

Getting acquainted with the works of the author, one can understand a little the character, thoughts, and life of the poet, hidden in the soul. Restless between two worlds - past and present, with many questions, how to connect two lives, how to reconcile them in the soul, how to achieve peace and get used to it. "How to find the lost connection with the past and what is happening, … to recover from bad weather and leaflessness and nourish the foliage with the May downpour …". "Why did a friend stay with a cross and incense? At the temple of a sick country with an inflamed wound.." And sometimes despair is heard "Whitish from shallow waters, my river is useless, like an empty bottle, I will bury my nose in a cobblestone …". It seems that the poet sometimes loses faith in himself. But "…my forests will never burn out…".

And the author himself writes that everything will be fine. "A quiet light streams through the groves, in the garden in the evening they meltsounds. When there is no meaning in words, they stretch out their hands to you …"