Present everyone fans of A. A. Akhmatova was made in 2012 by the Yalta historian and local historian Zinaida Georgievna Livitskaya. As a result of many years of searching, she found in the State Archives in the Autonomous Republic of Crimea the parish book of the Yalta Holy Assumption Church, which was located in the lower Autka, with a record of the death and funeral of Anna Akhmatova's close friend, Nikolai Vladimirovich Nedobrovo (1882-1919).
We bring to the attention of readers an electronic copy of this entry (GA ARC, f. N 142, op. N 1, file N 1120, pp. 288-289).
An entry in the register of births testifies that “hereditary nobleman Nikolai Vladimirov Nedobrovo”, 35 years old, died on December 2 and was buried on December 5, 1919 at the Autskoye cemetery. In the column "From what he died" it is indicated: "Pulmonary tuberculosis." The burial ceremony was performed by Archpriest of the Holy Assumption Church Sergei Shchukin and Deacon Timofey Izotov. The entry was made in the church metric book, therefore, the dates are indicated according to the old style. According to the new style, N.V. Nedobrovo died on the 15th and was buried on December 18th.
The clergymen mentioned were eminently worthy people who had a bright and tragic fate. The name of Father Sergius (Sergei Nikolaevich Shchukin, 1872-1931) is found more than once on the Yalta pages of the life and work of A.P. Chekhov, an inhabitant of the upper Autka, with whom the priest was on friendly terms for many years. Archpriest Shchukin enjoyed extraordinary popularity among the Yalta residents, which saved him more than once during arrests after the revolution. He continued to serve in the Holy Dormition Church until 1930, when it was closed and destroyed shortly thereafter. Father Sergius left for Moscow, where his children lived. There he continued to serve as a priest until his imminent death, gaining authority among new parishioners. October 8, 1931, on the day of his angel, he was knocked down in the street truck and died two or three hours later without regaining consciousness.
Deacon father Timothy (Timofey Spiridonovich Izotov, 1875-1938) was a native of Simferopol, came from the townspeople, graduated from a parochial school. From 1909 he served as a psalmist at the Alexander Nevsky Cathedral in Simferopol. In 1912 he was ordained a deacon. In 1916, Deacon Timothy was transferred to the Holy Assumption Church in Autka, at the same time he served in the Greek Church of St. Great Martyr Theodore Tyron. In 1921 he returned to Simferopol and served as a priest in the cemetery of All Saints Church. In September 1936, Fr. Timothy is transferred to Alushta as rector of the church of the Holy Great Martyr Theodore Stratilates. In 1938, on February 8, "citizen Izotov" was arrested. Seven days of interrogation "with passion" will not break him, he will not plead guilty, will not slander anyone. On February 15, the "troika" of the NKVD will sentence him to capital punishment with confiscation of property. The sentence will be carried out immediately. The Church will rank the new martyr among the locally venerated Crimean saints.
Let us return, however, to NV Nedobrovo.
For more than 90 years it was believed that he died on December 3, 1919. The source of this information was the testimony of contemporaries. Most often, the researchers referred to the letter of Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya, who on January 19, 1920 reported to M. A. Voloshin: “On the third of December, Nikolai Vladimirovich Nedobrovo died from kidney disease, which was unexpectedly discovered only in early November.” Similar information was contained in a letter to M. A. Voloshin from the widow of Nikolai Vladimirovich - Lyubov Alexandrovna Nedobrovo, which is also dated January 19, 1920.
The letters of M. A. Voloshin testify that Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya had already informed him of the death of N. V. Nedobrovo earlier - through the journalist E. A. Fidler, who was traveling from Yalta to Feodosia. M. A. Voloshin, according to him, sent L. A. Nedobrovo with E. A. Fidler returning to Yalta a “short letter”, but it did not reach the addressee. It is characteristic that information about the death of the poet was distributed only through correspondence and stories of acquaintances. None of his contemporaries ever indicates that he received information about his death from newspapers. A. A. Akhmatova, according to her own testimony, learned about the death of her friend from O. E. Mandelstam in December 1925.
The lack of documentary evidence of the date of death led to the emergence of all sorts of alternative points of view: “Nedobrovo’s best friend and in the recent past, the person closest to him, Boris Anrep “buried” Nedobrovo in 1918 and did not doubt the correctness of this dating almost until the end of his days, until 60s". Moreover, there were different points of view even about where the poet was buried. So, M. A. Struve back in 1930 believed that N. V. Nedobrovo rested in Gurzuf.
The newly found entry in the register of births puts an end to this discord. By the way, the entry in the book has a number - 118. These are only men. For women, the book had its own numbering. It is easy to calculate, taking into account the number of churches in Yalta and the tragic circumstances of the repeated change of power in the Crimea in 1919, how rich in death the outgoing year was only for Orthodox believers in this small southern city! And to this we must add victims from among the believers of other faiths who died on the battlefield, shot without trial and drowned in the sea ...
Separately, it is worth mentioning the Autsky cemetery itself. Once it was one of the most honorable in Yalta. In August 1901, the popular populist writer G. A. Machtet was buried there. On June 9, 1918, the wife of F. M. Dostoevsky, Anna Grigoryevna, found her last shelter here, in January 1919, the mother of A. P. Chekhov, Evgenia Yakovlevna, and in February 1920, the outstanding builder and excellent explorer of the Crimea, Major General A. L. Berthier-Delagard. This list can go on and on.
After the revolution, the cemetery began to fall into disrepair. If O. E. Mandelstam in August-September 1923 (the year was given to us by Z. G. Livitskaya), while relaxing in Gaspra, found the grave of N. V. Nedobrovo, then A. A. Akhmatova, who, according to some assumptions, visited Autskoye cemetery in September 1929 (rested in the same Gaspra), she was no longer found.
There is an explanation for this story. The monument on the grave, as you know, is installed in a year. Apparently, he was not at the grave of N.V. Nedobrovo. The poet was buried on December 5 (18), 1919, and from October 1920 a mass evacuation from the Crimea began, which ended on November 3 (16) with the departure of the last ships from Kerch. Among those who left their homeland were L. A. Nedobrovo and Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya. Both of them emigrated to Italy, where Lyubov Alexandrovna soon died of tuberculosis.
Consequently, on the grave of N.V. Nedobrovo could only be wooden cross installed at the time of burial. In 1923, O. E. Mandelstam, apparently, was still looking for him. In 1929 the cross was gone.
In the 1930s, the idea of closing the cemetery and using its territory for other purposes began to be discussed in the leadership of Yalta for the first time. It was this that prompted Maria Pavlovna Chekhova to rebury her mother's ashes in the city cemetery in 1936, where members of the writer's family rest. After the Great Patriotic War the city authorities actually began to fight with the cemetery. The most eminent "guests" were exhumed and transferred to other necropolises. This was done in 1968 with the ashes of A. G. Dostoevsky: he was transferred to Leningrad, to the Alexander Nevsky Lavra, and laid to rest next to the grave of F. M. Dostoevsky. The remains of other famous dead (in particular, G. A. Machtet) were transferred to the Polikurovsky memorial (the former St. John Chrysostom cemetery) in Yalta. True, the old-timers say that this was done very conditionally: only the tombstone and part of the earth were transferred to a new place, without bothering to reburial the remains themselves. It can be fairly confidently asserted that, in fact, many of the dead remained lying in the former cemetery, which in the 1970s was transformed into the city square named after N. N. Baturin. Right across the cemetery, lawns were laid out and paths were laid, for the paving of which gravestones were used.
At the end of January 2013, we wandered with the oldest employee of the A.P. Chekhov House-Museum in Yalta, A.V. Khanilo, through the square-cemetery located on Chernov Street. The newest authorities more than once diligently cleaned it of fragments of tombstones, but again we saw these fragments concreted into paths and supporting walls. In one of these walls, a part of the tombstone with an inscription in Greek and the year of death of the deceased - 1893 is cemented upside down...
The ashes of N.V. Nedobrovo were not among those taken out of the Crimea, nor among those transferred to another cemetery. His grave, like many others, is now lost. We know one thing for certain: the poet continues to lie in the land of Autka, which has become his last refuge.
Now that some mysteries have gone into oblivion, others are on the agenda: where did N.V. Nedobrovo die? Why is there no record in the church register of who unctioned him and communed him before his death? Why are the data of the metric book about the date of his death and the testimony of his relatives so significantly different?
The itinerary of N. V. Nedobrovo's stay in the Crimea from 1916 to 1919 is still very poorly studied. According to the testimony of A. A. Akhmatova, which is devoid of detailed accuracy, in 1916-1917 her friend was in Alushta. Regarding 1916, her testimony can be trusted: in September of this year, she met with the poet in Bakhchisarai. The poem “Demerdzhi” written by him in 1916 also confirms this.
Letters from L. A. and N. V. Nedobrovo document their residence in Sochi from January to April 1917. And already from the beginning of July 1917, N.V. Nedobrovo was again in the Crimea. For some time he lives in Yalta: M. A. Voloshin reports in correspondence about the “Yalta conversations” with the poet in the autumn of 1918 and even gives his address: Autskaya, 69. From a letter from L. A. Nedobrovo dated October 13, 1919, we learn that the couple rented a room at this address in the apartment of the Gorbovs. The poet’s wife, in a letter to M. A. Voloshin dated July 28, 1919, gave the most negative description of their housing: “<...>here opposite the electric station was one of the worst places in the city.<...>and we stayed in this damned damp and cold room, in the cat.<орой>You couldn't sit without a coat."
In the summer of 1919, the Nedobrovo spouses, according to Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya and M. A. Voloshin, live in Magarach. A letter from L. A. Nedobrovo gives an exact indication of the place where they rent a room in this suburb of Yalta: Ustinov's dacha. This refers to the Vasil-Saray estate of Major General M. M. Ustinov (1841-1917), located in the Magarach tract. "Dacha Ustinov" has survived to this day.
Then, apparently, the Nedobrovo spouses briefly moved to Gurzuf. At least, this is evidenced by the poem by M. A. Struve “In the Crimea”. It was written in 1930, in Paris, dedicated to the memory of Nikolai Vladimirovich and has a distinct memoir character:
Into the yellow cuts, into the rocky shore
The sea let in blue fairings.
Above the sea is a white house. Chinar
And laurel bushes are a solid flock
Crowded on the porch. Behind the house - up
A bald one will be stretched to the first highway,
Stone-strewn wasteland.
Shelter of Gnarled Cork Oaks
And dried wormwood. Above the highway
Gently rising in squares,
The vineyard is gone. Between two
Such squares, clay path
I went to the dacha, to the veranda,
Where on the couch, under the shaggy blanket
Nedobrovo was dying in consumption.
My poor friend. I remember now
That golden autumn coolness
Fragrant.<...>
A poem by M. A. Struve testifies that N. V. Nedobrovo in the autumn of 1919 lives for some time in Gurzuf, where the author of the poems visits him. Moreover, from the further text it follows that M. A. Struve was sure that his friend rests in the same Gurzuf:
I envy you. my wanderings
There is no end in sight, and the native land
For us, fragments of a collapsed state,
Closed. You are calmer. Are you sleeping now
Sweet Tauris. Gurzuf wind,
Which Pushkin once breathed,
Trembles over the grave hill. Waves
Those who greeted him with a mighty roar,
Noise drawling, cherish your dream,
Cypresses uplift black flames
In the azure air And the birds are chirping
In Russian.
This imaginary picture is, of course, erroneous. She only says that M. A. Struve himself did not witness either the death or the funeral of N. V. Nedobrovo. These events did not have a wide resonance at that difficult time. It is significant that O. E. Mandelstam, who returned to the northern capital from the Crimea, could not tell A. A. Akhmatova even the exact date of the death of the poet - only a month and a year.
With the advent of winter, the Nedobrovo spouses are back in Yalta. At first they live in their former room at 69 Autskaya Street. Then L. A. Nedobrovo finds another accommodation at 8 Knyazheskaya Street. This house has survived to this day. This is where the poet died. From here, Nikolai Vladimirovich was taken to the nearest church, the Holy Dormition Church, for a funeral service. Local historians from Yalta are going to install a board dedicated to the memory of the poet on this house.
The already cited letter from Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya explains the lack of information about the unction and communion of the deceased in the metric record. Julia Leonidovna writes:<...>he had no fear, although the desire to live was very great. He died quietly, early in the morning. Among "everyday believers" there is still a superstitious prejudice that a person is unction only before death. Taking into account the cheerful mood of the patient's spirit, N. V. Nedobrovo's relatives, naturally, until the last hour drove away thoughts of his imminent death. Therefore, they did not invite a priest. As a result, the death of Nikolai Vladimirovich took them by surprise.
Archpriest Sergei Shchukin, "father of the people" and "father of the intelligentsia," buried him. “Service and voice” made him an “enlightening and calming” impression on the widow and made him regret that the poet had not previously been acquainted with Fr. Sergius.
All the same letter from Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya (as some local historians believed) allegedly gave a hint in which part of the cemetery one should look for the poet's grave. Here is what she writes: "Buried in the Aut cemetery not far from the church." The “Church,” the researchers concluded, is, of course, a cemetery chapel; in a dilapidated state, it remained in the 30s. She stood to the left of the entrance. Therefore, somewhere in this part of the cemetery (today the square) N.V. Nedobrovo must lie.
But this assumption is wrong. A man of pre-revolutionary upbringing could not confuse a church and a chapel. Yu. L. Sazonova-Slonimskaya had in mind, of course, the Holy Assumption Church, where N. V. Nedobrovo was buried. And the cemetery was really located quite close to it - 200-300 meters.
All these and some other questions require new searches, and searches will undoubtedly lead to new discoveries. After all, we are still only “approaching”, slowly and difficultly approaching understanding last days poet and man.
N. V. Nedobrovo sleeps, as his friend wrote, “in sweet Taurida.” From Chekhov's Autka one could see the sea, which he loved so much. Therefore, I would like to end the conversation about his death with a sonnet about the beauty and fullness of life. The sonnet is named after the mountain towering over Alushta - "Demerdzhi". N. V. Nedobrovo wrote it on March 2, 1916, six months before his meeting in Bakhchisarai with A. A. Akhmatova. The same meeting during which Anna Andreevna will say goodbye to him forever.
Do not be afraid; come; give me a hand; stand on the edge.
How it squeezes the chest from a sense of height.
How bizarre features of these sharp rocks!
Flying around their pinkish ledges,
There, deep below, a flock of eagles is spinning.
What power and game under the haze of beauty!
And silence all around; but in the wind you hear
Scraps crumpled either by the creaking of the arb, or by the bark?
They tremble, covered with a jet of unsteady heat,
And the sea seems to be full of peace:
Turns blue, even, shines - like heaven ...
But look: a strip is whitening along the shore;
That is the foam of a formidable - inaudible - surf.
In this poem - all our poet. Endowed with the gift of prophecy (he is not deceived by the "peaceful" sea, he sees a strip of "inaudible", but "terrible" surf!). Accurate not only in visual details, but also in the musical transmission of the surrounding world. Finally, brave, devoid of fear of the power and wild force that fills life, calling on all of us not to be afraid of it.
This courage - in last time- he proved his death.
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V. P. Kazarin, M. A. Novikova
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Nikolai Vladimirovich Nedobrovo (1882-1919) belonged to an old noble family, his father was a military man. He spent his childhood on his mother's estate in the Kursk province, in the late 1890s the family moved to Kharkov, where N. Nedobrovo studied at the gymnasium. He began to study at Kharkov University, graduated in 1906 from St. Petersburg (Faculty of History and Philology, simultaneously with A. Blok). At the same time, he met artists and critics of the World of Arts and began to write notes about exhibitions of paintings in the newspaper Rech.
During the years of the first Russian revolution, he joined the Cadets; in 1908-1916 served in the office of the State Duma.
He began to write poetry in his gymnasium years, but he began to publish late because of the high demands on himself: the first poems appeared in Russian Thought in 1913 (later the poet is published mainly in the same publication).
During the life of N. Nedobrovo, not a single book of his was published. In 1914, he published in Russkaya Mysl a short story, The Soul in a Mask; the tragedy in verse "Judith" appeared in the same magazine after the death of the author.
N. Nedobrovo's "jewelry" attitude to the form of poetry was combined with "symbolically realized inner experience" (according to autocharacteristics); the poet remained out of directions, attended the "Academy of Verse" Vyach. Ivanova, supported friendly relations with the “Young Symbolists”, had a deservedly high reputation among the Acmeists, and at the same time, in 1913, organized (together with Yu. N. Verkhovsky, V. Piast, A. Skaldin) a circle of “poets of all directions” opposing the Acmeists - Society of Poets.
Abstracts and reports on modern literature and on the theory of verse, read by N. Nedobrovo at meetings of various circles (for example, in the Society of Zealots of the Artistic Word), aroused the constant interest of the audience, they were remembered years later.
He knew how to attract attention to himself, his judgments were extremely authoritative, and many of Nedobrovo's ideas, although not formalized in articles and books, but collectively constituting a single aesthetic system, later turned out to be productive for the development of critical-philological thought.
According to A. Akhmatova, "all our formalists learned from Nedobrovo in one way or another." The poetess herself considered his article “Anna Akhmatova” visionary, the best of everything written about her work (they were neighbors in Tsarskoye Selo, he dedicated several poems to Akhmatova).
In 1915, due to illness, Nedobrovo retired from literary affairs and went to Yalta. In difficult living conditions, deprived of the opportunity to be treated, he died of tuberculosis.
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Nikolai Nedobrovo 1882 - 1919 "Word that conquered death"
Nikolay Nedobrovo
"Death Conquering Word"
Nikolay Nedobrovo - close friend Anna Akhmatova, one of the best critics of her works. Several poems of the poetess are dedicated to him and a digression in the "Poem without a Hero", ending:
Won't you tell me again
The word that conquered death
And the clue to my life?
Akhmatova said that Nedobrovo considered himself "one of the central figures in the picture, which was later called the Silver Age, he was sure that his letters would be published in separate volumes."
Nikolai Vladimirovich Nedobrovo lived a short life, only thirty-eight years old. During his lifetime, not a single collection of his poems was published. But among writers he was known as a brilliant connoisseur of poetry. So, in 1911, Alexander Blok sent him his book “Night Hours” and received a response: “Dear Alexander Alexandrovich, let me thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending “Night Hours”. A true zealot of literature, I, of course, found several external errors in the book, but I reveled in the natural melodiousness of the verses. You can rhyme the same verb 3 times and, contrary to the rules (for those to whom they should replace ears), make poems charming with just that.
His close friend Yulia Sazonova-Slonimskaya (literary critic, theater and ballet historian) left such an unusual verbal portrait of Nedobrovo. He combined external restraint (reaching almost coldness) and an internal capacity for love and friendship, almost pathetic, reaching the flame. He was extremely thin. I remember his hands of rare beauty and expressiveness. The dazzling porcelain sheen of his skin. The sharp outlines of his manly face. In anger, his eyes became large and blue, and the truth of the indignant spirit was always felt in this angry brilliance:
With you apart from your poems
I can't leave my soul.
How to be able? Their singing, not your words
With you in separation, you can revel!
And I'd rather not hear about them!
Your soul beats like a bird
In my chest at the heart of every verse,
Nikolai Nedobrovo wrote a lot about the relationship of poetic rhythm with the breath of a person and his soul. He believed that poetic rhythm directly "feels" the heart and lungs of the listener. That is why poets probably read poetry to someone with whom spiritual communication is easy - to some extent they control the speed of the heart and breathing of another person, influencing something close to the spirit: “What beautiful sounds are formed in the depths of the voice: "breath, soul"!
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Nikolay Vladimirovich Nedobrovo(August 20 (September 1), Razdolnoye estate, Kharkov province - December 2 (15), Yalta) - Russian poet, critic, literary critic. Creativity Nedobrovo had a great influence on Anna Akhmatova.
Biography
He spent his childhood on his mother's estate in the Kursk province, in the late 1890s the family moved to Kharkov, where Nedobrovo studied at the gymnasium. After studying two courses at Kharkov University, he graduated from the Faculty of History and Philology of St. Petersburg University, at the same time as Alexander Blok. At the same time, he met artists and critics of the World of Art and began to collaborate with the cadet newspaper Rech.
During the years of the first Russian revolution, he joined the party of the Cadets; c - served in the office of the State Duma. With was ill with consumption; in he left for treatment in the Caucasus, having received leave for the duration of his illness. He lived in Sochi, from where he first moved to the Caucasian village of Krasnaya Polyana, and then to Yalta, where he died of consumption. He was buried at the Autskoye cemetery in Yalta on December 5 (18).
Creative activity
The poetic heritage of Nedobrovo, which is not adjacent to any direction, close to acmeism, was published only in the city.
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Literature
- Orlova E. I. Literary fate of NV Nedobrovo. - Tomsk, M.: Aquarius Publishers, 2004. - 320 p. - ISBN 5-902312-17-5
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He lay down on the sofa and wanted to fall asleep in order to forget everything that had happened to him, but he could not do it. Such a storm of feelings, thoughts, memories suddenly arose in his soul that he not only could not sleep, but could not sit still and had to jump up from the sofa and walk around the room with quick steps. Then he imagined her for the first time after her marriage, with bare shoulders and a tired, passionate look, and immediately next to her he saw Dolokhov’s beautiful, arrogant and firmly mocking face, as it was at dinner, and the same face of Dolokhov, pale, trembling and suffering as it was when he turned and fell into the snow.“What happened? he asked himself. “I killed my lover, yes, I killed my wife's lover. Yes, it was. From what? How did I get there? “Because you married her,” answered the inner voice.
“But what is my fault? he asked. “In the fact that you married without loving her, in the fact that you deceived both yourself and her,” and he vividly imagined that minute after dinner at Prince Vasily’s, when he said these words that did not come out of him: “Je vous aime.” [I love you.] Everything from this! I felt then, he thought, I felt then that it was not that I had no right to it. And so it happened." He remembered the honeymoon, and blushed at the memory. Especially vivid, insulting and shameful for him was the memory of how one day, shortly after his marriage, at 12 o’clock in the afternoon, in a silk dressing gown, he came from the bedroom to the office, and in the office found the chief manager, who bowed respectfully, looked at Pierre's face, on his dressing gown and smiled slightly, as if expressing with this smile respectful sympathy for the happiness of his principal.
“And how many times have I been proud of her, proud of her majestic beauty, her worldly tact,” he thought; he was proud of his home, in which she received all of Petersburg, was proud of her inaccessibility and beauty. So what am I proud of? At the time I thought I didn't understand her. How often, pondering over her character, I told myself that it was my fault that I did not understand her, that I did not understand this eternal calmness, contentment and absence of any predilections and desires, and the whole clue was in that terrible word that she was a depraved woman: yourself this terrible word, and everything became clear!
“Anatole went to her to borrow money from her and kissed her bare shoulders. She didn't give him money, but she let him kiss her. Her father jokingly aroused her jealousy; she said with a calm smile that she was not so stupid as to be jealous: let her do what she wants, she said about me. I asked her once if she felt any signs of pregnancy. She laughed contemptuously and said that she was not a fool to want to have children, and that she would not have children from me.
Then he remembered the coarseness, the clarity of her thoughts, and the vulgarity of her expressions, despite her upbringing in the highest aristocratic circle. "I'm not some kind of fool ... go and try it yourself ... allez vous promener," [get out,] she said. Often, looking at her success in the eyes of old and young men and women, Pierre could not understand why he did not love her. Yes, I never loved her, Pierre said to himself; I knew she was a depraved woman, he repeated to himself, but he did not dare to admit it.
And now Dolokhov, here he is sitting in the snow and forcibly smiling, and dying, perhaps with some kind of feigned youth answering my repentance!
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Nikolay Vladimirovich Nedobrovo(August 20 (September 1), Razdolnoye estate, Kharkov province - December 2 (15), Yalta) - Russian poet, critic, literary critic. Creativity Nedobrovo had a great influence on Anna Akhmatova.
Biography
He spent his childhood on his mother's estate in the Kursk province, in the late 1890s the family moved to Kharkov, where Nedobrovo studied at the gymnasium. After studying two courses at Kharkov University, he graduated from the Faculty of History and Philology of St. Petersburg University, at the same time as Alexander Blok. At the same time, he met artists and critics of the World of Art and began to collaborate with the cadet newspaper Rech.
During the years of the first Russian revolution, he joined the party of the Cadets; c - served in the office of the State Duma. With was ill with consumption; in he left for treatment in the Caucasus, having received leave for the duration of his illness. He lived in Sochi, from where he first moved to the Caucasian village of Krasnaya Polyana, and then to Yalta, where he died of consumption. He was buried at the Autskoye cemetery in Yalta on December 5 (18).
Creative activity
The poetic heritage of Nedobrovo, which is not adjacent to any direction, close to acmeism, was published only in the city.
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- Orlova E. I. Literary fate of NV Nedobrovo. - Tomsk, M.: Aquarius Publishers, 2004. - 320 p. - ISBN 5-902312-17-5
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– And you are still here?!.. – I whispered, looking around in horror.I could not even imagine that he had existed here like this for many, many years, suffering and "paying" his guilt, without any hope of leaving this terrifying "floor" even before his hour of return to the physical came. Earth! .. And there he will again have to start all over again, so that later, when his next “physical” life ends, he will return (perhaps right here!) With a whole new “baggage”, good or bad, depending on how he will live his “next” earthly life... And he could not have any hope to free himself from this vicious circle (whether it be good or bad), since, having begun his earthly life, each person “dooms” himself to this endless, an eternal circular "journey"... And, depending on his actions, returning to the "floors" can be very pleasant, or very scary...
“And if you don’t kill in your new life, you won’t return to this “floor” anymore, right?” I asked hopefully.
“So I don’t remember anything, dear, when I return there ... It’s after death that we remember our lives and our mistakes. And, as soon as we return to live back, the memory immediately closes. Because, apparently, all the old “deeds” are repeated because we do not remember our old mistakes ... But, to be honest, even if I knew that I would be “punished” again for this, I still would never stood aside if my family suffered... or my country. All this is strange... If you think about it, then the one who "distributes" our guilt and pay, as if he wants only cowards and traitors to grow on earth... Otherwise, he would not punish scoundrels and heroes equally. Or is there some difference in punishment?.. In fairness, there should be. After all, there are heroes who have accomplished inhuman feats... Songs have been composed about them for centuries, legends live about them... They definitely cannot be "settled" among ordinary murderers!.. It's a pity there is no one to ask...
“I also think it can’t be!” After all, there are people who performed miracles of human courage, and they, even after death, like the sun, for centuries illuminate the path for all those who survived. I really like to read about them, and I try to find as many books as possible that tell about human exploits. They help me live, help me cope with loneliness when it gets too hard ... The only thing I can't understand is: why on Earth heroes always have to die so that people can see them right? .. And when the same the hero can no longer be resurrected, everyone is finally indignant, human pride that has been dormant for a long time rises, and the crowd, burning with righteous anger, demolishes the “enemies” like dust particles that have fallen on their “right” path ... - sincere indignation raged in me , and I probably spoke too quickly and too much, but I rarely got the opportunity to talk about what "hurts" ... and I continued.
- After all, even their poor God, people first killed, and only then they began to pray to him. Is it really impossible real truth see even before it’s too late?.. Isn’t it better to save the same heroes, look up to them and learn from them?.. Do people always need a shock example of someone else’s courage so that they can believe in their own?.. Why it is necessary to kill, so that later you can erect a monument and praise? Honestly, I would prefer to erect monuments to the living, if they are worth it ...
