The dramatic fate of Nina Green - the widow of the writer Alexander Green (11 photos). The love story of Alexander and Nina Green Who was Green's 1st wife

Alexander Green with his wife Nina. Old Crimea, 1926

The fate of the widow of the famous writer, the author of "Scarlet Sails" and "Running on the Waves" Alexander Grin, was dramatic. Nina Grin during the Nazi occupation of Crimea worked in a local newspaper, which published articles of an anti-Soviet nature, and in 1944 she left for forced labor in Germany. Upon her return, she ended up in the Stalinist camp on charges of complicity with the Nazis and spent 10 years in prison. Historians are still arguing about how fair this accusation was.

Nina Green

Understanding this story is hindered by the lack of reliable information: information about the life of Nina Nikolaevna Green cannot be called complete, there are still many blank spots. It is known that after the death of her husband in 1932, Nina, together with her sick mother, remained to live in the village of Stary Krym. Here they found the occupation. First, the women sold things, and then Nina was forced to get a job to escape hunger.

Left - A. Green. Petersburg, 1910. On the right - Nina Green with the hawk Gul. Feodosia, 1929

She managed to get a job first as a proofreader in a printing house, and then as an editor of the Official Bulletin of the Staro-Krymsky District, where anti-Soviet articles were published. Later, during interrogations, Nina Green admitted her guilt and explained her actions as follows: “The position of the head of the printing house was offered to me in the city government, and I agreed to this, since at that time I had a difficult financial situation. I could not leave the Crimea, that is, evacuate, because I had an old sick mother and I had bouts of angina pectoris. I left for Germany in January 1944, afraid of the responsibility for working as an editor. In Germany, I worked first as a worker and then as a camp nurse. I plead guilty to everything."

A. Green in the office. Feodosia, 1926

In January 1944, the writer's widow voluntarily left the Crimea for Odessa, as she was frightened by rumors that the Bolsheviks shot everyone who worked in the occupied territories. And already from Odessa she was taken to forced labor in Germany, where she performed the duties of a nurse in a camp near Breslau. In 1945, she managed to escape from there, but this aroused suspicion in her homeland, and she was accused of aiding the Nazis and editing a German regional newspaper.

Left - A. Grinevsky (Green), 1906. Police card. Right - Nina Green, 1920s

The worst thing was that Nina Green had to leave her mother in Crimea, according to the testimony of the attending physician V. Fanderflaas: “As for Nina Nikolaevna’s mother, Olga Alekseevna Mironova, before the occupation and during the occupation she suffered from mental disorders, manifested in some oddities in behavior... When her daughter, Grin Nina Nikolaevna, left her at the beginning of 1944 and went to Germany herself, her mother went crazy.” And on April 1, 1944, Olga Mironova died. But according to other sources, Nina Green left Stary Krym after the death of her mother.

The last lifetime photograph of A. Green. June 1932

The fact is that Nina Green did not exaggerate the hopelessness of her situation at all - she found herself in the same difficult situation as thousands of other people who found themselves in the occupied territories, in captivity or in forced labor in Germany. However, it is impossible to call her a traitor to her homeland, if only because back in 1943 she saved the lives of 13 arrested people who were doomed to be shot. The woman turned to the mayor with a request to vouch for them. He agreed to vouch for ten, and marked three from the list as suspected of having links with the partisans. The writer's widow changed the list, including all 13 names, and took it to the head of the prison in Sevastopol. Instead of being shot, those arrested were sent to labor camps. For some reason, this fact was not taken into account in the case of Nina Green.

On the left is the writer's widow at Green's grave, 1960s. Right - A. Green

Writer's widow Nina Green. Old Crimea, 1965

The woman spent 10 years in the Pechora and Astrakhan camps. After Stalin's death, many were amnestied, including her. When she returned to Stary Krym, it turned out that their house had passed to the chairman of the local executive committee. It cost her great efforts to return the house in order to open the Alexander Grin Museum there. In the same place, she completed a book of memoirs about her husband, which she began to write while in exile.

Widow of writer Alexander Grin, 1960s

Nina Green with sightseers at the house-museum in Stary Krym, 1961

Nina Green died in 1970 without waiting for her rehabilitation. The authorities of Stary Krym did not allow the “fascist henchman” to be buried next to Alexander Grin and took a place on the edge of the cemetery. According to legend, a year and a half later, the writer's fans carried out an unauthorized reburial and transferred her coffin to her husband's grave. Only in 1997, Nina Green was rehabilitated posthumously and proved that she had never assisted the Nazis.

House-Museum of A. Green

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“You gave me so much joy, laughter, tenderness and even reasons to relate to life differently,

than I had before, that I was standing, as in flowers and waves, and a flock of birds above my head.

My heart is cheerful and bright.”

So wrote Alexander Grin to the one to whom he dedicated the extravaganza "Scarlet Sails" -

Nina Nikolaevna Green, his third wife.

They met at the beginning of the winter of 1918, the hungry and cold year of the civil war. She is very young and very beautiful, she works in the Petrograd Echo newspaper
In the editorial office, Nina Nikolaevna saw for the first time a long, thin man with a very narrow nose, with a pale face furrowed with small and large wrinkles.
A narrow black coat with a raised collar, a high - also black - fur hat exacerbate the visitor's resemblance to a Catholic pastor.
It is impossible to imagine that this person even laughs sometimes. The acquaintance was short-lived and left almost no trace in her soul.
When, after a walk, they said goodbye at the monument to Steregushchy, Alexander Stepanovich handed the girl poems:

When, alone, I am gloomy and quiet,
Slips a shallow repressed verse,
There is no happiness and joy in it,
Deep nightoutside the window...
Who once saw you, he will not forget,
How to love.
And you, darling, appear to me
Like a sunbeam on a dark wall.
Faded hopes,
I'm forever alone
But still your paladin.

Nina Nikolaevna kept these poems until the end of her days.
She always considered her husband not only a wonderful writer, but also a poet by the grace of God. A whole era passed between the first and second meeting.
In the summer of 1919, Green, who had not reached the age of forty, was mobilized into the Red Army.
In his soldier's sack he carried a pair of footcloths, a change of linen, and the manuscript of the story Scarlet Sails.
Then - typhus, infirmary, physical exhaustion, in May 1920, Green was discharged from the hospital to the street. Reeling from weakness, he wandered around Petrograd, not knowing where to spend the night.
Spas Gorky.
He insisted that the almost unknown but talented author be accepted as a member of the House of Arts, a refuge for writers in homeless, undernourished post-war Petrograd.
Green immediately received both rations and a warm, furnished room.
It was like a magical dream.
The furnishings were very modest: a small kitchen table and a narrow bed on which Green slept, hiding himself in a shabby overcoat.
Manuscripts were scattered everywhere. Green worked as a martyr, walking around the room, all shrouded in puffs of cheap cigarette smoke. He sat down to write, with difficulty holding a pen in his frozen fingers, two or three lines appeared on the sheet - and again an agonizing pause. He got up and went to the window. Behind the glass, rare snowflakes slowly swirled in the frosty air. Green followed their flight for a long time, then sat down at the table again and created a completely different world, fabulous, sophisticated, rich in colors, smells and feelings.

For those around him, Green was a mysterious person, rude, reserved, unsociable. And he didn’t need to communicate with idle people, he wanted to be left alone and not prevented from thinking about his own. He was so happy about the dry and comfortable housing, the roof over his head, that he almost never went out. Only occasionally - to the publishing house. During a forced walk along Nevsky Prospekt, Green and Nina Nikolaevna came face to face.
In front of her stood an elderly man, still in the same black coat with the collar turned up.
Then the writer confessed to his wife: “Having parted with you, I went on with a feeling of warmth and light in my soul.

“Here she is at last,” I thought.

Alexander Green in 1910

Nina Nikolaevna, between shifts - now she works simultaneously in two hospitals - enters the House of Arts.
Green either waits for her at home, or leaves a saucer with goodies, a bouquet of flowers in a small cup and a tender note with a thousand apologies and a request to wait.
In anticipation of the meeting, poems are born:

The door is closed, the lamp is on,
She will come to me in the evening
No more aimless, dull days
I sit and think about her.
On this day she will give me her hand,
Trusting quietly and completely.
A terrible world is raging around.
Come, beautiful, dear friend.
Come! I've been waiting for you for a long time.
It was so dull and dark
But winter has come.

A light knock... My wife has come.
Five and six...and eight years will pass
And she, the same, will enter,
And that's exactly what I'll be... Okay, my love.

It seems to Green that with the appearance of Nina Nikolaevna, the whole miserable, gray, beggarly atmosphere of his room changes magically, is filled with warmth, light, and comfort. The wife of the poet Ivan Rukavishnikov, before whose eyes the novel was born, considered herself obliged to warn the young inexperienced woman: “Green is not indifferent to you. Beware of him, he is a dangerous man: he was in hard labor for the murder of his wife. And in general, his past is very dark: they say that, as a sailor, he killed an English captain somewhere in Africa and stole a suitcase with manuscripts from him. She knows English, but carefully hides it, and gradually prints the manuscripts as her own.” By the way, the aforementioned wife of Green, Vera Pavlovna, meanwhile was in good health with her husband, engineer Kalitsky, right there in St. Petersburg.

The closed, always concentrated writer, not inclined to empty talk, was surrounded on all sides by the most ridiculous and monstrous legends, but not by friends.
Very lonely, he accepted the meeting with Nina Nikolaevna as an unexpected gift of an unkind fate.
In the soul of Nina Nikolaevna, love was born gradually.
First of all, she looked for in him, older and more experienced, protection and support in a difficult life, loved him as a writer.
They began their family life on March 8, 1921.
Alexander Stepanovich more than once offered to formalize their relationship, but each time he was refused: “Sasha, I will be a good wife to you and without any obligations, just love me with all your heart, as I need: without jealousy, distrust.
And a signed piece of paper or crowns over your head will not make you a better husband.
But on the other hand, I feel so good and pure in my soul: I am free and if I see that we are not suitable for each other, I can, without fear, tell you this and leave you. There are no chains on me, and on you too.
But Green did not give up.
On May 20, on a wonderful, sunny, warm day, he asked Nina Nikolaevna to take a walk and go with him to the same institution.
On the door of a large uncomfortable room was written "ZAGS", but it did not say anything to Nina Nikolaevna: she had not yet had time to get used to the abbreviated names that appeared in many in the first years of Soviet power.
Only in the room, taking Nina by the hand and looking into her eyes with a gentle look so that the woman’s soul felt good and calm, Green admitted: “Ninochka, my friend, don’t be angry with me. I brought you to a place where marriages are recorded ... It is necessary for my soul that our marriage be formalized, and I ask you with my heart: do not refuse me this. I will never, ever, in anything, captivate you, believe me. Let's approach this woman and formalize our intimacy. Then I will tell you all the good and tender words, on my knees I will ask for forgiveness that I deceived you here.
Nina Nikolaevna, having suddenly experienced strong excitement, could not offend him with a refusal.

When the newlyweds came out of the dark room onto the sun-drenched street, Nina Nikolaevna's soul became completely light.
Alexander Stepanovich explained that for him, an old lonely tramp, he needed some kind of internal support, he needed a feeling home, family, apologized for his deceit.
So, talking quietly, they reached the Church of the Annunciation near Konnogvardeisky Boulevard, walked around it and kissed the icons on its facade with a pure heart and faith.
This was their wedding.
After getting married, at first they lived separately.
Nina Nikolaevna - with her mother in Ligovo.
To please his young wife with a bunch of violets and sweets, Green sold, if not his manuscripts, then some things.
Finally, two years after his marriage, Alexander Stepanovich managed to invite his wife on a honeymoon trip:
The Krasnaya Niva magazine bought the novel The Shining World.
- Let's make our "Brilliant World" not chests of drawers and armchairs, but a fun journey, - suggested Green.
He passionately loved the South, the Crimea.
Having exchanged rapidly depreciating banknotes for gold chervonets, Green promised his wife that they would not return to Petrograd until they had spent "all this brilliance."
And went to Sevastopol.

The station, located in the amphitheater of houses with luminous evening windows.
Large southern stars overhead and fragrant twilight - this is how Sevastopol met Greens.
We stopped at a hotel opposite the building of the Institute of Physical Methods of Treatment (Infizmet).
First of all, Green took his wife to the Count's Wharf.
Here, many years ago, he, then Socialist-Revolutionary Alexander Grinevsky, was arrested for revolutionary propaganda in the tsarist army and navy.

Nina Nikolaevna has never been to the Crimea. The South conquered it too. Especially - an abundance of colors, products after the raw, gray, anemic Petrograd.
From Sevastopol we went to Balaklava, and from there on a steamer to Yalta.
The journey was not long.
But in her memory, the blue bay of Sevastopol, covered with multi-colored sails, and the southern bazaar with its juicy brightness, and flowering magnolias, and magnificent villas, palaces and simply white houses scattered in a picturesque mess along the slopes of the mountains, were vividly imprinted in her memory.
In addition to heart-pleasing memories, the Greens brought to Petrograd many long boxes with amazing tobacco, golden, fragrant and thinly sliced.
It is not surprising that when the question arose of moving to the south forever, Nina Nikolaevna immediately agreed.
But where to stay? Alexander Stepanovich leaned towards Theodosius.
They turned to Voloshin for advice, he waved his hands in fright:
- What do you! What do you! There is still famine in Feodosia, cat-lets are fried from human flesh.
Glancing over the poet's corpulent complexion, Green rightly reasoned that if he did not go to a tasty dish, then nothing more could be prepared from a skinny couple.
And they got on the road.
On May 10, 1924, the three of us - the writer with his wife and mother-in-law - arrived in Feodosia.
Initially, they settled on the second floor of the Astoria Hotel.
From the windows there was a view of the sea, not the north, gray-green, but blue-blue. It smelled like honey of flowering acacias.
And nearby - all the same noisy southern bazaar.
Life in the Crimea turned out to be much cheaper than in the capital, but all the same, the money melted like snow. It was during the period of settling in Feodosia that Green acutely felt how the attitude of the authorities towards his work had changed.
The Russian Association of Proletarian Writers (RAPP) demands works "on the topic of the day", which he cannot give. Increasingly, one has to turn to local moneylenders: for some time this helps to postpone material disasters.

Finally, thanks to the sale of several short stories and a novel in Moscow, Grin manages to buy a three-room apartment.
For the first time, the forty-four-year-old writer bought his own home.
He began to equip it, sparing no expense: first he made repairs, then he installed electricity (at that time, almost all of Feodosia used smoking kerosene stoves).
Of the furniture, they purchased three English infirmary beds, cheap and ugly, three equally inexpensive Viennese chairs, a dining and card tables, and two glue-lined, slightly torn armchairs.

House-museum A.Green in the city of Feodosia. Shcheglov M. Ships A. Green.

Once he confessed to Nina Nikolaevna, his “Kotofeychik”, that his ideal of life is a hut in the forest near a lake or river, in a hut his wife cooks food and is waiting for him. And he, the hunter and getter, sings beautiful songs to her.
Green did not allow Kotofeychik not only to get a job, but even to clean the apartment.
To wash the floors - to her ?! Yes, it's hard work!
Therefore, while doing secret cleaning in her husband’s working room, Nina Nikolaevna did not throw out all the cigarette butts collected from the floor: after carefully wiping the floorboards and furniture, she scattered them again, only in smaller quantities.
The Greens lived apart, with almost no one to communicate with.
At the slightest opportunity, Alexander Stepanovich bought books.
In the evenings I read them to my wife while she was needleworking.
The walls were decorated with many lithographs under glass, depicting exotic travels.
His favorite pastime is still traveling "through the bright countries of his imagination."
But in reality, life is getting harder and harder.
Every now and then Green went to Moscow with manuscripts of new works, but publishing houses get off with non-binding praise.
Beautiful, bright, exciting, but ... out of date. Now, if something about industry, construction, collective farms could be printed. And this!.. Humiliated, losing hope, Green went from editorial office to editorial office.
Finally, according to the next confused and wordy letter, written under dictation by someone else's hand, Nina Nikolaevna realizes with horror that her husband has started another drinking habit. He returned home swollen, with colorless eyes and swollen veins on his hands .
Nina Nikolaevna ran out into the street, hearing the roar of a flight over the pavement.
- I got quite a bit of money ... But I missed you so much that I could not stay in Moscow longer.
She threw herself on his neck:
- Dear, dear! My joy!
Addiction to the "vile drink" tormented Alexander Stepanovich, but he could not completely get rid of the craving for the bottle.
He understood that he was offending Nina Nikolaevna, upsetting the only woman dear to him who was “created for a bright life.”
In desperation, he prayed, asking the Lord to save the happiness that so unexpectedly fell to him, to save his love:

“I love her, oh, Lord, forgive me!

You gave me holy love,

so keep it and protect it,

I can't do it myself.

I have nothing to ask you now

only a miracle, except in the form of a beloved,

to help the ruined live,

even in unbearable pain.

I love her, I love her - and that's all,

what is in me stronger than punishment,

accept, oh Lord, my curse,

sent to me on the day of suffering!

Take it off, it's not too late

my desire to improve is huge,

even though my prayer

as inappropriate, immodest.

What to ask? What did I deserve?

I only deserve contempt,

but God sees, I, Lord, loved

and I was faithful even in my thoughts.

I love her, I love her so long

as I dreamed as a child,

that with such love is destined

I know life dear and sonorous.

Save her, save her my God

deliver her from evil people and disasters,

then I will know that you helped

my soul on a dashing night of prayers.

Save her, I ask one thing

about your little child,

about your tired sun,

about the beloved and beloved.

In the spring of 1931, Dr. Fedotov warned the writer for the first time: "Continuing to drink, you risk your life." Green escaped with a joke, not taking these words seriously.
The only product that Green in Feodosia had in abundance was tea.
Nina Nikolaevna took care of this, knowing that without a miraculous drink, her husband could not work. Getting good varieties was not easy. Having learned that a high-quality variety, beloved by Green, appeared in one of the Feodosia shops, she ran there and then, having brewed five glasses at once, carried them on a tray to the writer's table.

Meanwhile, things are already being exchanged for products. Hiding from her husband, Nina Nikolaevna knits scarves and berets with her mother and sells them in the market and in the surrounding villages for a meager price. But there is enough bread.
Having returned, tired, but satisfied, she says that she successfully exchanged things.

“Shall we be patient, Ninusha? Let's be patient, Sashenka. You are right."
Until the end of his days, he believed that remaining himself in any conditions was a rare happiness that few were honored with.
Before writing "Running on the Waves", Green wrote a dedication to his wife on the first page.
Why do I “dedicate” and not “gift”? - Nina Nikolaevna was surprised.
She did not want the dedication to be printed.
Don't you understand, stupid! After all, you are my Daisy.

From need, regular drinking, cigarettes, he was rapidly aging. Once, walking along the embankment, they heard from behind: - Such a beautiful woman - and arm in arm with an old man! Nina Nikolaevna wore old-fashioned dresses that covered her lower leg, her husband could not stand modern cropped ones. Passers-by looked in bewilderment, and the women shrugged their shoulders and chuckled. But it was these dresses that Alexander Stepanovich liked!

Moving to Stary Krym in 1930 preceded a serious deterioration in health.

When, finally, Green arrives in Feodosia for an examination, he can no longer move on his own.
And, so as not to fall on the X-ray screen, the wife kneels next to him, holding him by the hips.
The initial diagnosis was tuberculosis, then cancer. Shortly before his death, the writer moves to a wooden house with a wonderful spacious yard overgrown with apple trees and flowering bushes.

A. Grin's house-museum in Stary Krym. Photo by E. Kassin and M. Redkin

The hut, formerly owned by the nuns, Nina Nikolaevna issued a bill of sale, giving away a gold watch, donated by her husband in better times. From the window of the room in which Green's bed stood, there was a beautiful view of the south and the mountains covered with forest, the patient admired this beauty for a long time.

I am sick, I lie down and write, and she
Peeping to the door comes;
I'm lying sick - but love is not sick -
She carries this pencil.

Nina Nikolaevna herself is seriously unwell.
Even in the winter, two operations were performed in Feodosia.
Then, lying in the hospital, she received a poem from Green from Stary Krym, beginning with the words: "Come, dear baby ...". Having dressed, she walked home, into the blizzard.
When I got home in the middle of the night, sinking into the snow, it turned out that my boots and stockings were all soaking wet. Green sat up in bed, stretching out his thin, veined arms towards her. They were no longer separated. Until that July day, when Alexander Stepanovich was carried out of the sun-drenched green courtyard and carried to the Starokrymsky cemetery.

Nina Nikolaevna was married to Alexander Grin for eleven years. And this marriage was considered happy. In 1929, she wrote to her husband: “You are my dear, beloved, strong friend, it is very good for me to live with you. If it weren’t for rubbish from the outside, how bright it would be for us!”
A year after his death, Nina Nikolaevna expressed her sorrowful feelings in a poem:

You left... Inconspicuous at first
It seemed to me that your departure was difficult.
The body rested, but the soul was silent.
Grief, without tormenting, it was thought, would pass.

But the days went by and my heart ached
Acute painful longing.
I wanted, dropping the weight of the body,
Always be mine Cute friend with you...

There is no you, and there is no radiance of happiness,
There is no burning of creative minutes.
Only the body remained on the ground.
Greedy for life, enjoyment
And insignificant in their desires ...

You left and you are not with me

But my soul, myCute friend, always with you.

A sweet, energetic, sensitive, intelligent, cheerful woman, Nina Nikolaevna managed to adapt to the difficult character of Alexander Stepanovich, without losing her own "I", and made his life bright, comfortable, happy.
In this she was helped by the great power of love.
After Green's death, she devoted the remaining years to her to preserving the memory of him among people, creating a museum in Stary Krym, which was based on the manuscripts and letters of the outstanding writer preserved by Nina Nikolaevna.

http://www.strannik.crimea.ua/ru/hroniki/stati/355-krym-istorii-ljubvi-a-grin

She miraculously served a 10-year term in the icy Pechora and sultry Astrakhan camps. The obsession that appeared in her to serve the memory of the only worthy that was in her life, from the moment when she and Green accidentally collided on the street and until his death, helped to endure. From where, perhaps, everything can be seen, someone directed a concentrated ray of sunlight into the terrible black hole of her fall. And this ray warmed her ... and also love. Love for your one and only, Captain Green!

On June 4, 1955, on the camp radio, Nina Green heard a message about the resumption of the Scarlet Sails ballet on the Soviet stage. In the fairy tale story, the magician said to the girl Assol: "One morning, in the sea, a scarlet sail will sparkle under the sun. The shining bulk of the scarlet sails of a white ship will move, cutting through the waves, straight to you."

And a miracle happened, one day after the release, Green's wife was invited to the branch of the Bolshoi Theater for the ballet "Scarlet Sails", in which Lepeshinsky danced. Nina Nikolaevna was already gray-haired, but still a beautiful woman. Suddenly, the whole hall was announced: "Here, among us, Assol herself is present." Spotlight literally flooded the box in which they sat. There was a flurry of applause. Huge bouquets were thrown into the box to Nina Nikolaevna. Assol-fairy tale, Assol-byl was still needed by people ...

Nina Nikolaevna Green - it was to her that the writer dedicated his most romantic work "Scarlet Sails" ... It was she who was for him the prototype of that very Assol, a girl dreaming of happiness, of a prince and a ship with scarlet sails ...

When Nina met Alexander, she was 23, and he was 37. They met by chance on Nevsky and lived a happy life. It is difficult not to envy their feelings, although, by a large philistine account, there was nothing to envy. They lived very hard.

She saw in him a writer and a romantic, because her very soul was pure, strong ... He loved her beauty, naivety and purity of a young soul. Green himself was a very stern person outwardly ... She already had an experience of an unsuccessful family life. Her first husband died in the war. He also had a marriage and a hard life behind him ...

Alexander Grin, then Alexander Grinesky, was born into the family of a Polish exiled nobleman, a participant in the 1863 uprising, Stepan Grinevsky. After the death of his mother, the situation in the family became difficult, the future classic could not get along with his stepmother, new relatives, and ran away from home. He was expelled from the real school. I had to get a job in a city school, but I graduated with great difficulty and at the age of 15 went to Odessa, since from early childhood I dreamed of the seas and distant countries. He was a fisherman, a sailor, a lumberjack, a laborer, worked in the oil fields in Baku, washed gold in the Urals, but most of all he wandered with a knapsack on his shoulders, in which there was often no food, but there were always books.

Six years of wandering in bunkhouses, arrests, random dashing fellow travelers, fever, malaria exhausted Green, and he volunteered for the army. Army life was no better, he joined the Socialist-Revolutionary Party and deserted. With the party nickname "Lanky", Green sincerely gives all his strength to the fight against the social system he hates, although he refuses to participate in the execution of terrorist acts.

In police documents, Greene is characterized as "closed nature, embittered, capable of anything, even risking her life." In January 1904, the Minister of the Interior V.K. Plehve, shortly before the SR assassination attempt on him, received a report from the Minister of War A.N. and then Grinevsky. Then the arrest. After two years in a hard labor prison, an amnesty came in 1905, six months later a new arrest, then exile to Siberia, an escape, illegal work.

Then again a prison, exile, metropolitan bohemia, because of which I had to part with my first wife. Then Green hid in Finland under a false name. In the police orientations, his special sign was indicated: a tattoo of a schooner with two sails on his chest. And this world of sailboats, sea, sun, friendship and fidelity turned out to be closer to Green than the idea of ​​revolution. He began to write romantic stories about travel and mysterious countries. Gorky and then Kuprin helped with the publication.

Green did not accept the October Revolution, he even wrote several critical works. He was dying of hunger and disease, and in the most difficult times wrote "Scarlet Sails". Once again Gorky saved him. Life gradually improved, it was published, there was earnings, but the wild life dragged on.
Green was a gloomy, unsmiling man, but his sunny books remained the brightest romantic page in Russian literature. Well written by Daniil Granin:

“When the days start gathering dust and the colors fade, I take Green. I open it on any page. So in the spring wipe the windows in the house. Everything becomes light, bright, everything mysteriously excites again, as in childhood”

In 1924, saving him from bohemia, Nina Nikolaevna took him to Feodosia. These were the most calm and happy days of the writer, he returned to the sound of the waves, to childhood dreams. In the Crimea, he wrote his novels, hundreds of stories. The Greens moved to Stary Krym from Feodosia on November 23, 1930. They lived in rented apartments.

Once Alexander Stepanovich said: "Ninusha, we should change our apartment. I'm tired of this dark corner, I want space for my eyes ...". In June 1932, Nina Nikolaevna bought a house in Stary Krym, she didn’t even buy it, she exchanged it for a gold watch, once given to her by Alexander Stepanovich. This was the writer's only own dwelling, where he spent the last month of his life. Green was brought here, already seriously ill, in early June 1932. For the first time not in someone else's - in your own house, even a small, adobe, without electricity, with earthen floors. House in the middle of the garden, with a south sunny window...

Green was very happy with the new home: “For a long time I have not felt such a bright world. It is wild here, but in this wildness there is peace. And there are no owners. From the open window, he admired the view of the surrounding mountains.

But this happiness, alas, was short-lived ... It seemed that all the troubles took up arms against them. The situation of the Green family during this period was so catastrophic that it forced them to apply for financial assistance in all instances, as well as to their friends and acquaintances. In September, Green writes a letter to M. Gorky with a request to provide personal assistance in the appointment of a pension and the issuance of a one-time allowance for treatment in the amount of 1000 rubles.

Nina Nikolaevna turned to M. Voloshin for help, but he himself was sick, also starving and, by the way, outlived his friend by only a month. Only a few responded to Green's troubles, among which were the writers I. Novikov and N. Tikhonov, as well as Green's first wife, Vera Pavlovna Kalitskaya.

In the same September days, Nina Nikolaevna writes a letter from the writer G. Shengeli, in which she reports that Green has developed pulmonary tuberculosis in an acute form: “We are in poverty, sick, needy and malnourished”!

Bureaucratic obstacles, combined with the indifference of literary officials, make it difficult to respond to these cries for help in a timely manner. It was only on July 1 that a decision was made to grant A.S. Grin a personal pension in the amount of 150 rubles, which he never managed to receive. On July 8, 1932, he died.

What an amazingly poignant photo! In the 60s, Tanya Rozhdestvenskaya, a schoolgirl from Leningrad, saw this photo and poured her shock into poetry:

He lay on a narrow bed,
Turning to face the window.
Golden swallows sang
Burning spring.

Somewhere the sea caressed the shore.
Spread foam at the feet.
He lay, not wanting to believe
That he could not see the sea.

Sleepy wind lay at the threshold,
The town is engulfed in heat
And prickly "touchy"
At creaky doors grew.

The look is heavy and already unclear ...
He was tired of the cruel torments.
But he got up, painfully beautiful,
The world that dreamed of him.

Where the captains walked the seas,
Where eyes sang with happiness
And from Liss to Zurbagan
The sails were full of wind...

The man died without knowing
What to all the shores of the earth
They walked like a scarlet flock of birds,
They invented ships.

And his words sound like a testament: "I'm lonely. Everyone is alone. I will die. Everyone will die. Same order, but bad quality. I want a mess ... Three things get confused in my head: life, death and love - what to drink for? "I drink to the expectation of death, called life."

Greene's autograph and seal impression

The death of her husband was a terrible catastrophe for Nina Nikolaevna: she even loses her memory for a while. Then everything is like in a terrible movie: a crazy mother, the Germans, the death of a mother, camps ...

After the death of the writer, in 1932, she lives with her sick mother in Stary Krym. Here they were caught by the occupation in 1941. At first they lived by selling old things. When there was nothing to sell, I had to look for a job. And what kind of work could be found for a weak, intelligent woman in the occupied Crimea? Nina Nikolaevna believed that she was still lucky - a position turned up as a proofreader in the printing house of a newspaper opened under the Germans. I would like to know what this "luck" will turn into in the future ...

Naturally, she did not write any notes glorifying the "new order", and could not write. Under any regime, the corrector is the most modest position, on which little depends. But it was cooperation with the Germans that was blamed on her after the war. Plus, being in slave labor in Germany, where Nina Nikolaevna, along with other local residents, was forcibly taken away in 1944.

There she was in a camp near Breslau. Taking advantage of the Allied bombing, she fled in 1945, barely making it back to her beloved Crimea. And soon she landed again in the camp - now Stalin's. Even the testimony of eyewitnesses did not help that during the war years, Green's wife personally saved the lives of 13 people taken hostage after the murder of a German officer: Nina Nikolaevna rushed to the council and by some miracle begged the mayor to release them to freedom ...

Whoever met her in camp life, he forever retained touching memories of Nina Nikolaevna. Even in these inhuman conditions, she was an unshakably romantic soul. In the camp, Green worked in the hospital with Tatyana Tyurina: “Nina Nikolaevna had authority among the staff and prisoners, the most inveterate ones”. Doctor Vsevolod Korol: “... At the university we had the subject of “medical ethics”, but you were the first person I met who applied this ethics in life ... because, forgetting how you looked after this sick thief, I would forget one of the most beautiful pictures of humanity ... "

Even after Green's death, Nina Nikolaevna continued to madly love her husband. In the camp, she carefully kept his photograph, miraculously survived after countless searches...

Then she was transferred to a terrible Astrakhan camp, where they sent the most exhausted - to die or those who were guilty.

And finally - freedom! It would seem that the misfortunes ended, but they had no end. Soon a free life will bring her to a state about which she will say: "Everything in the soul is like a pile of torn bloody rags." Love and hope for the creation of Green's house-museum helped her to survive...

The authorities of Stary Krym stubbornly refused to return Green's house to its rightful mistress. After the arrest of Nina Nikolaevna, he passed to the chairman of the local executive committee and was used as a barn. It took Nina Nikolaevna several years to restore justice and create a small Green Museum in this house.

The old slander, alas, did not let go of Green's wife even after her death. Nina Nikolaevna died in Kyiv on September 27, 1970. In her will, she asked to be buried in the family fence between the graves of her mother and her husband. But the authorities of the Old Crimea did not allow the will of the deceased to be carried out. A place for an uncomfortable deceased was picked up somewhere on the outskirts of the cemetery.

According to a legend that still exists among fans of Green's work, a year later, in October 1971, Yulia Pervova, Alexander Verkhman and four other brave people gathered at the Starokrymsky cemetery. The woman was put, as they say in such cases, "on the lookout."

“At night, thank God, a terrible wind arose, it drowned out the sound of sapper shovels on stones, of which there were a huge number in the ground. The “operation” was, if it is appropriate to put it, successfully. The coffin was carried in shifts. Illuminated by the lights from the highway, it seemed to be floating through the air. It is possible that if a local resident had wandered into the cemetery at that time, the legend of how Nina Nikolaevna herself reburied herself would have gone for a walk ",— writes Yulia Pervova. A year later, the apartment of one of the participants in these events was searched and a diary was found. Everyone was summoned, intimidated, but no one was imprisoned. Either they decided not to advertise the incident, or they could not find the appropriate article in the Criminal Code.

But soon history again grimaced a terrible grimace. In 1998, parts of the famous monument were found at a local metal collection point. Extracting non-ferrous metal, the vandal mutilated the figure of a girl, symbolizing the Runner on the Waves. And they say that this man turned out to be the grandson of the former head of the MGB, through whose hands the case of Nina Green passed at one time ...

So they now rest in the same grave - Assol and her captain Green.

P.S. In 2001, 30 years after his death, N.N. Green has been rehabilitated.

He was called “gloomy, quiet, like a convict in the middle of his term,” and Khodasevich even quipped: “a tuberculous man ... engaged in training cockroaches.” Most knew Alexander Grin just like that. And only his wife, Nina Nikolaevna Green, saw him as real.

"Beware of him..."

They met in Petrograd either in 1917 or at the very beginning of 1918. She was 23 years old. The mischievous, laughing beauty, a smart girl who graduated from the gymnasium with a gold medal, studied at the Bestuzhev courses, hardly immediately drew attention to the gloomy writer, who looked older than his years and seemed to her almost an old man. Nina Nikolaevna recalled that Green looked like a Catholic priest: “Long, thin, in a narrow black coat with a turned up collar, in a high black fur hat, with a very pale, also narrow face and a narrow ... winding nose.”

By that time, Nina was already a widow and did not seek to remarry. Her marriage was far from happy due to the constant jealousy of her husband, who died in one of the very first battles (then she did not know this yet and considered herself not free).

He is a dangerous person. In general, his past is very dark.

Friends, noticing Green's interest in a young woman, warned: “Nina Nikolaevna, Green is not indifferent to you, beware of him, he is a dangerous person - he was in hard labor for the murder of his wife. In general, his past is very dark.

Indeed, there was a lot behind the shoulders of the 38-year-old writer ...

The beginning of the wanderings

Sasha Grinevsky was born on August 11 (23), 1880 in the Vyatka province, in the family of the Polish nobleman Stefan Grinevsky. Stepan Evseevich - as they began to call him in Russia - married a 16-year-old Russian nurse, Anna Stepanovna Lepkova. Sasha was the long-awaited firstborn, who was pampered mercilessly.

However, Green recalled: “My childhood was not very pleasant. I was terribly pampered when I was little, and when I grew up for my vivacity of character and mischief, they persecuted me in every possible way, including severe beatings and floggings. I learned to read with the help of my father at the age of 6, and the first book I read was “Gulliver's Journey to the Land of Lilliputians and Giants” (as a child).<…>My games were of a fabulous and hunting character. My comrades were unsociable boys. I grew up without any upbringing.” Since then, or maybe long before that, Sasha began to dream about the endless expanses of the sea, about the free and adventurous life of a sailor. Following his dream, the boy made several attempts to escape from the house.

Sasha's character was very difficult. He did not develop relationships with his family, teachers, or classmates. The guys did not like Grinevsky and even came up with the nickname "Green-pancake" for him, the first part of which later became the writer's pseudonym.

Sasha's behavior caused constant dissatisfaction with teachers. In the end, he was expelled from the second year of school and, if not for the zeal of his father, he had every chance not to complete his studies at all. “Father ran, begged, humiliated himself, went to the governor, everywhere he looked for patronage so that they would not expel me.” When it became clear that the boy could not return to his former place, his father secured a place for him in another Vyatka school, which, however, had the most bad reputation. Very precisely the spirit of the school was conveyed by its inspector:

“Shame on you,” he admonished the noisy and galloping crowd, “high-school girls have long ceased to go past the school ... Even a block away, the girls hastily mutter: “Remember, Lord, King David and all his meekness!” - and run to the gymnasium in a roundabout way.

Despite the superficial sarcastic tone of memories, these years in Green's life were very difficult. When the boy was 14 years old, his mother died of tuberculosis, and his father married a second time just four months later. Sasha's relationship with his stepmother did not work out. He often quarreled with her, composed sarcastic poems. Stepan Evseevich, torn between his teenage son and his new wife, was forced to "remove him from himself" and began to rent a separate room for the boy. So Alexander began an independent life.

The father in Green's soul left a much deeper imprint than the mother. It is no coincidence that in his works there are so many images of widowed fathers and so few mothers. Biographer of the writer A.N. Varlamov rightly notes: “But the fact that Green, who lost his mother in adolescence, always lacked female, maternal love and affection, and this death greatly influenced his character, that he was looking for this love all his life, no doubt. This is the case when it is not the presence of a person that is significant, but his absence.

After graduating from college in 1896 with an average mark of "3", Alexander left his native city and began an endless journey that lasted, perhaps, his whole life.

Nina Nikolaevna by that time was only two years old.

"You would make a writer"

In Odessa, Grinevsky became a sailor and sailed on the ship "Platon" along the route Odessa - Odessa. Once he was even lucky enough to sail to Egyptian Alexandria.

The sailor's work turned out to be too prosaic, he quickly disappointed Alexander, and he, having quarreled with the captain of the ship, returned to Vyatka. After staying in his native city for about a year, he again went in search of adventure, now to Baku. There he was a fisherman, laborer, worked in railway workshops. Again he returned to his father and again went on a journey. He was a lumberjack, a gold digger in the Urals, a miner in an iron mine, and a theater copyist. His soul did not respond to anything. In the end, in March 1902, Green, tired of wandering, became a soldier ... He endured half a year of service (of which he spent three and a half months in a punishment cell), deserted, was caught and fled again.

In the army, the already revolutionary-minded Grin met SR propagandists who helped him hide in Simbirsk.

From that moment on, Green decided to devote all his youthful ardor and fervor to the cause of the revolution, refusing, however, the methods of terrorist actions. Having received the nickname "Longy", Alexander set about propaganda among the workers and soldiers. The performances of the future writer were bright, exciting and often achieved their goal.

From 1903 to 1906, Grin's life was closely connected with the Socialist-Revolutionary activist Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Bibergal. Alexander fell in love with her without memory. And when a young man was arrested in 1903 for “anti-government speeches,” Catherine tried to arrange for him to escape from prison, for which she herself ended up in exile in Kholmogory.

He passionately loved her, yearned for her. She loved the revolution most of all and was devoted only to it. He begged her to give up the fight, go with him and start a new life. She saw no meaning in life without a revolution.

Beside himself with anger, Alexander took out a revolver and shot at his beloved at point blank range.

In early 1906, they finally parted ways. This gap could cost Green very dearly. Beside himself with anger and rage, Alexander took out a revolver and shot at his beloved point-blank. The bullet hit her in the chest. “The girl was taken to the Obukhov hospital, where she was operated on by the famous surgeon Professor I.I. Grekov. Fortunately, the bullet did not penetrate deep, and the wound was not fatal. She didn't give Green away.

After these tragic events, Alexander, probably, finally understands the deceitfulness of the chosen path, but he cannot find any other for himself. Once a member of the Central Committee of the Socialist-Revolutionary Party Bykhovsky told him: "You would make a writer." These words caught something important in Green's soul. He saw his way for the first time.

"I realized what I crave, my soul found its way"

“Already experienced: the sea, vagrancy, wanderings showed me that this is still not what my soul craves,” Greene recalled. What she wanted, I didn't know. Bykhovsky's words were not only an impetus, they were a light that illuminated my mind and the secret depths of my soul. I realized what I long for, my soul has found its way. “It was like a revelation, like the first, flurry of love. I trembled at these words, realizing the only thing that would make me happy, the only thing to which, without knowing, my being must have been striving since childhood. And immediately got scared: what am I imagining to dare to think about writing? What do I know? Dropout! Tramp! But… the grain fell into my soul and began to grow. I have found my place in life."

In January 1906, Grin was arrested again and in May he was sent to Tobolsk province for four years. There he stayed only 3 days and fled to Vyatka, where, with the help of his father, he obtained someone else's passport in the name of Malginov, according to which he left for St. Petersburg.

Vocation

In 1906, Green's life changes dramatically. Alexander begins to write and becomes convinced that this is his true calling.

The pseudonym "Green" appeared in the next year, 1907, under the story "The Case".

And at the beginning of 1908, the first author's collection by Alexander Grin, The Hat of Invisibility, was published in St. Petersburg (subtitled Stories about Revolutionaries). Despite the fact that most of the stories were devoted to the Socialist-Revolutionaries, it was in this year that the final break between the writer and the Socialist Revolutionaries took place. “Green hated as before, but he began to form his own positive ideal, which was completely different from the Social Revolutionary,” notes Varlamov.

Another important event in 1908 was Green's marriage to Vera Abramova, who visited him while still in prison.

In 1910, Green's second collection, Stories, was published. There are two stories here - "Reno Island" and "Lanfier Colony" - in which the Green storyteller familiar to us is already guessed. Alexander Stepanovich himself believed that it was these stories that gave him the right to be considered a writer.

In the summer of 1910, the police learned that the writer Green was the escaped convict Grinevsky. He was arrested for the third time. In the autumn of 1911, he was exiled to the Arkhangelsk province, where his wife went with him. Already in 1912, the period of exile was reduced, and the Grinevskys returned to St. Petersburg.

In the autumn of 1913, Vera decided to separate from her husband. The reason for this is the unpredictability and uncontrollability of Green, his constant revelry, their mutual misunderstanding.

Circle movement

Alexander Grin, like so many of his contemporaries, sincerely hoped for the renewing and creative power of the revolution. But gradually, reality began to firmly and irrefutably convince of the unfoundedness of these hopes.

Silence was a shell for Green, where he hid in search of peace and joy.

Such an underlined unsociableness was for Green a kind of shell, where he hid in search of peace and joy. “Very vulnerable in his soul, Green was unsuitable for communal, and indeed any social life, from school to the army, and did not fit into it even when the commune consisted of fellow writers.”

In the House of Arts, like many other inhabitants of this institution, Green was in love with the literary secretary, seventeen-year-old Maria Sergeevna Alonkina. It is unlikely that a girl, spoiled by the attention of much more enviable boyfriends, could reciprocate.

This love melted in Green's soul into creative inspiration and gave impetus to writing a long-conceived thing - the Scarlet Sails extravaganza.

The color of wine, dawn, ruby

“It was hard to imagine that such a bright flower, warmed by love for people, could be born here, in gloomy, cold and half-starved Petrograd in the winter twilight of the harsh 1920, and that it was grown by a person outwardly gloomy, unfriendly and, as it were, closed in a special world where he didn’t want to let anyone in, ”recalled Vsevolod Rozhdestvensky.

Initially, the work was to be called "Red Sails". It was the poet's favorite color, and he did not mean anything revolutionary. “It must be noted that, loving the color red, I exclude its political, or rather sectarian, significance from my color predilection. The color of wine, roses, dawn, ruby, healthy lips, blood and small tangerines, the skin of which smells so seductively of pungent volatile oil, this color - in its many shades - is always cheerful and precise. False or vague interpretations will not stick to him. The feeling of joy it evokes is like a full breath in the midst of a lush garden.”

According to some researchers, it was the inevitable ideological significance of the color red that made Green change his name.

Green wrote: “I get along with my heroes so much that sometimes I myself am amazed how and why something extremely good did not happen to them! I take a story and fix it, to give the hero a piece of happiness is in my will. I think: let the reader be happy!” And so it happens.

It may seem that all the pathos of "Scarlet Sails" comes down to a call to dream and wait for a miracle. But it is worth stopping and thinking, as it becomes clear: Green is not talking about dreams, but about actions. This is not sugary manilovism, but active creativity, the creation of happiness. Arthur's words are exactly about this: “I understood one simple truth. It is to do so-called miracles with your own hands. When the main thing for a person is to receive the dearest nickel, it is easy to give this nickel, but when the soul conceals the grain of a fiery plant - a miracle, do this miracle if you are able. He will have a new soul, and you will have a new one."

"Greenland" is so beautiful and perfect that the question of the existence of God does not arise here. It is obvious. Therefore, it was natural for Assol, waking up, to say “Hello, God!”, And in the evening: “Farewell, God!”

Mark Shcheglov in his article “Alexander Grin’s Ships” states: “Romance in Green’s work in its essence, and not in outwardly unrealizable and otherworldly manifestations, should be perceived not as a “departure from life”, but as an arrival to it with all the charm and excitement faith in the goodness and beauty of people, in the reflection of a different life on the shores of serene seas, where gratifyingly slender ships sail ... ".

To the country of the Soviets, where there was a rigid class division, Green told about real life, in which property differences and social origin do not matter. “The world of rich and poor was independently transformed by Green into a world of good and bad. The ability of Assol and Gray to do good, to dream, to love, to believe is actually opposed by only one camp, uniting both the poor privateers and the rich aristocrats - the camp of inertia, traditionalism, indifference to all other forms of existence, except for their own, to put it broadly, the camp of philistinism " .

“Green wrote “Scarlet Sails” in those years when he had nowhere to lay his head, when the world order was collapsing around him, even if he was not at all beloved by him, - what came to replace it turned out to be even more terrible ... he took this manuscript with him when, thirty-nine-year-old sick, exhausted a man, the son of a Polish rebel, he was driven to the war with the White Poles to die for ideals completely alien to him, chewed up ideals ... With this notebook he deserted, he dragged it with him to hospitals and typhoid barracks ... and in spite of everything that made up his everyday life, he believed, as with “the innocence of a fact that refutes all the laws of being and common sense”, a ship with red sails will enter hungry Petrograd, only it will be his, and not their red color. He never invested so much pain, despair and hope in any of his books, and the reader could not but feel this in his heart and not fall in love with Green.

For a believing reader, there is no doubt: "Scarlet Sails" is filled with a Christian spirit.

For a believing reader, there is no doubt: "Scarlet Sails" is filled with a Christian spirit.

The name of the scene of the extravaganza - Caperna - refers us to the shores of the Sea of ​​Galilee, to the gospel Capernaum, where the Savior preached and performed many miracles.

And a vivid and memorable episode, when Assol, waking up in the forest, finds a ring on his hand and from that moment begins to firmly believe in the upcoming meeting, miraculously repeats the event from the life that refused noble and rich suitors for the sake of the Heavenly Bridegroom. The Lord Himself appeared to her in a vision and handed her His ring as a pledge of betrothal, which, upon waking up, the girl found on her hand.

In unison

In the winter of 1921, on Nevsky Prospekt, Green met Nina Nikolaevna - two and a half years later, which, in terms of eventfulness for the writer, equaled almost half of his life. “It was necessary for each of us to suffer separately,” wrote Nina Nikolaevna, “in order to feel loneliness and fatigue more acutely. And we met by chance again, and the souls sang in unison.

That distant winter contributed little to the romantic mood. “Wet snow falls in heavy flakes on her face and clothes,” recalled Nina Nikolaevna. - The district council just refused to issue me shoes, cold water squelches in my torn shoes, that’s why my soul is gray and gloomy - I need to go to the push again, sell something from my mother’s things in order to buy at least the simplest, but whole boots, and I hate to push and sell."

She was a nurse in a typhoid hut in the village of Rybatsky, but she lived in Ligov and went to work through St. Petersburg. Green, already a fairly well-known writer, suggested that she sometimes visit him at the House of Arts (“Disk”), where it was warm and dry.

Once, when Nina went to Alexander Stepanovich, he kissed her on the cheek and, without saying a word, ran away. From excitement and surprise, everything swayed before her eyes, and she stood in the middle of the room like a pillar until the poetess Nadezhda Pavlovich, whose pants were sticking out from under her skirt, entered the room in search of a cigarette. The same Pavlovich, Krupskaya's secretary and Blok's acquaintance, who, having once arrived "with a cigarette in her mouth" to, became his spiritual daughter, and in 1920 turned to her boss Nadezhda Konstantinovna with a request not to shoot Elder Nectarius, and this request was fulfilled.

In those days, not far from Nevsky, in Kronstadt, an anti-government rebellion broke out and was suppressed. It was about these events that the gloomy poet and his poetess guest spoke. History has not preserved the essence of the conversation, but it is known that in connection with the arrest of the poet Vsevolod Rozhdestvensky after the Kronstadt events, Green wrote to Gorky:

“Dear Alexei Maksimovich!

Today, by telephone, they informed the "House of Arts" (for the military unit) that Vs. Rozhdestvensky, poet. He lived in D.I. in his last days, like others, was kept by his superiors in the barracks. What could be his fault? Is it possible to plead for him to be released.

Yours truly, A. S. Green.”

Rozhdestvensky was released, but until his death he never found out that Green had helped him in this.

Tenderness and warmth

In early March 1921, Alexander Stepanovich Grin offered Nina Nikolaevna to become his wife. She judged the groom like this - "it was not disgusting to think about him", - and that was enough to agree. She understood that the writer did not feel any deep feelings for her and was still alarmed by the unrequited impulse for Alonkina, but she reasoned as follows: “I agreed. Not because I loved him at that time, but because I felt immensely tired and lonely, I needed a protector, a support for my soul. Alexander Stepanovich - middle-aged, somewhat old-fashioned, a little stern, as it seemed to me, looking like a pastor in his black coat, corresponded to my idea of ​​\u200b\u200ba defender. In addition, I really liked his stories, and in the depths of my soul lay his simple and tender poems.

But sharing my life with Green was incredibly hard. Judging by the letters and memoirs of Nina Nikolaevna, extremes prevailed in it, and never the middle. Next to him could not be just calm - either very good or very bad. “Ekaterina Alexandrovna Bibergal didn’t want to, Vera Pavlovna Abramova couldn’t, Maria Vladislavovna Dolidze probably just didn’t understand anything, Maria Sergeevna Alonkina didn’t take it seriously, Nina Nikolaevna Korotkova wanted, and saw, and was able, and accepted.”

Contrary to the traditional “falling in love” scenario, as soon as Green and Korotkova got married, in their relationship, miraculously, it first began to emerge and then flourish.

“We soon got married, and from the very first days I saw that he was winning my heart. Graceful tenderness and warmth met and surrounded me when I came to him at the House of Arts.

“He repeatedly recalled the moment when we were alone for the first time and I, lying next to him, began to wrap and cover him with a blanket from the side that was not next to me. “I,” Alexander Stepanovich said, “suddenly felt that grateful tenderness filled my whole being, I closed my eyes to hold back the unexpectedly rising tears, and thought: my God, give me the strength to save it ...”

"Scarlet Sails" Green finished, being already married to Nina Nikolaevna.

In May 1921, he wrote to her: “I am happy, Ninochka, as soon as you can be happy on earth ... My dear, you so soon managed to plant your pretty garden in my heart, with blue, blue and purple flowers. I love you more than life".

Even later, in her memoirs, she wrote: “Over the long years of life, you will touch everything, and from casual conversations with Alexander Stepanovich, I knew that in the past he had many connections, a lot, perhaps, of debauchery caused by companionable drunkenness. But there were also flowers, when it seemed to him that this was the creature that his soul longed for, and the creature either remained spiritually deaf to him and departed, not having examined the wonderful Alexander Stepanovich, not understanding him, or asked to buy a boa or new shoes, like "my girlfriend". Or they looked at Green as a “profitable item” - the writer, they say, will bring it into the house. It all broke and went away, and it seemed to him that perhaps he would never meet the one who would resonate with his heart, for he was getting old, ugly and gloomy. And here, fortunately for us, we met.

"Our souls merged inextricably and tenderly"

“Life at that time was materially scarce, but, my God, how infinitely good spiritually. That winter, Green had not yet drunk, our souls merged inextricably and tenderly. I, the youngest and not very experienced in life, unable to eat into her, into her everyday essence, I felt like the wife of Alexander Stepanovich, his child and sometimes his mother.

"An era is passing by"

In the mid-1920s, Green began to be actively published, and the couple got money. They went to their beloved Crimea and bought an apartment in Leningrad, but soon sold it, and at the insistence of Nina Nikolaevna, who was afraid that her husband would not resume drinking binges, they moved to Feodosia. There, on Galereinaya Street, they bought a four-room apartment, where they began to live with Nina Nikolaevna's mother, Olga Alekseevna Mironova. “We lived in this apartment for four good affectionate years,” Nina Nikolaevna recalled much later.

Today, this apartment houses the well-known museum of the writer.

Green's cult reigned in the house. When he worked in his own office, the women walked on tiptoe, strictly observing silence.

Nina Nikolaevna asked her husband for only one thing - not to drink: “Sasha, my dear, listen to me. Don't touch any more wine. We have everything to live peacefully and affectionately.”

In Feodosia, in 1925, Greene wrote the novel The Golden Chain, and in the fall of 1926, the novel was published, which became the pinnacle of the writer's work - Running on the Waves. With great difficulty, this work was published, as were the last two novels: Jesse and Morgiana and The Road to Nowhere.

Green could only state: “The era is rushing past. She doesn't need me just the way I am. And I can't be different. And I don't want to."

As a result of a conflict with the publisher, money was again sorely lacking. Green began to repeat binges.

I had to sell an apartment in Feodosia and move to Stary Krym - life was cheaper there.

"You do not merge with the era"

Since 1930, Soviet censorship has passed a cruel sentence on the writer: "You do not merge with the era." Green's reprints were banned, and new books could only come out one at a time.

The couple were begging, literally starving and often sick.

In the summer, Green went to Moscow in the hope of selling the new novel. But he was not interested in any publishing house. The disappointed writer said to his wife: “Amba to us. They won't print anymore."

We sent a request for a pension to the Writers' Union - there was no answer. Gorky, to whom Green also turned for help, remained silent. In the memoirs of Nina Nikolaevna, this period is characterized by one phrase: "Then he began to die."

"We've only been given signs..."

In Stary Krym, in the last years of his life, Green often went to church with his wife.

In April 1930, in response to a question whether he now believes in God, Green wrote: “Religion, faith, God are phenomena that are somewhat distorted if they are described in words ... I don’t know why, but for me it is So.

...Nina and I believe, not trying to understand anything, because it is impossible to understand. We have been given only signs of the participation of the Higher Will in life. It is not always possible to notice them, and if you learn to notice, much that seemed incomprehensible in life suddenly finds an explanation.

“Better apologize to yourself for being an unbeliever”

Writer Yuri Dombrovsky, who was sent to Green in 1930 for an interview from the editors of the Bezbozhnik magazine, Green replied: "Here's the thing, young man, I believe in God." To the interviewer's hasty apology, Green said good-naturedly: “Well, why is this? Better apologize to yourself for being an unbeliever. Although it will pass, of course. Will soon pass".

About the last months of her husband's life, Nina Nikolaevna wrote: "Truly, these months were the best, purest and wisest in our life."

He died without grumbling and meekly, without cursing anyone.

He died without murmuring and meekly, without cursing anyone or becoming embittered.

Two days before his death, he asked a priest to come.

“He suggested that I forget all evil feelings and reconcile in my soul with those whom I consider my enemies,” Green told his wife. - I understood, Ninusha, whom he was talking about, and answered that I have no ill will towards any person in the world, I understand people and do not take offense at them. There are many sins in my life, and the most serious of them is debauchery, and I ask God to release it to me.

The funeral took place the next day.

“I thought that only I and my mother would see me off,” recalled Nina Nikolaevna. - And 200 people saw off, readers and people who simply felt sorry for him for the torment. Those who were afraid to join the church procession stood in large crowds at all corners of the path to the church. So he saw off the whole city.

Under a stern appearance, outward alienation and even rudeness lived a kind, vulnerable person who knew how to dream and give joy. And this man, whom few people loved, and simply understood during his lifetime, who endured so much suffering, the causes of which were not only in the world around him, but also in himself, - it was he who left us such a valuable and unique gift - a vitamin of happiness, a concentrate found in his best works.

Their love did not end with the death of Alexander Stepanovich. Nina Nikolaevna had to carry it for another 38 years.

When the fascist troops captured the Crimea, Nina stayed with her seriously ill mother in the Nazi-occupied territory, worked in the occupation newspaper "Official Bulletin of the Staro-Krymsky District" and was driven away to work in Germany. In 1945 she voluntarily returned to the USSR.

After the trial, Nina Nikolaevna received ten years in the camps for "collaborationism and treason" with confiscation of property. She served her sentence in the Stalinist camps on the Pechora.

She was released in 1955 under an amnesty (rehabilitated in 1997) and returned to Stary Krym, where she found her husband's abandoned grave with difficulty. Already an elderly woman, she began to fuss about returning to the house where Green had died. There she opened the Green House Museum in Stary Krym. There she spent the last ten years of her life.

Nina Nikolaevna Green died on September 27, 1970. She bequeathed to bury herself next to her husband, which the local party authorities imposed a ban on. The writer's wife was buried at the other end of the cemetery.

On October 23 of the following year, Nina's birthday, six of her friends reburied the coffin at night in the place intended for it.

"Brilliant Country"

In his, perhaps not the best, but definitely the most penetrating work, Greene wrote: “One morning, in the sea distance, under the sun, a scarlet sail will sparkle. The shining bulk of the scarlet sails of the white ship will move, cutting through the waves, straight to you ...

Then you will see a brave handsome prince: he will stand and stretch out his arms to you. “Hello, Assol! he will say. “Far, far away from here, I saw you in a dream and came to take you forever to my kingdom. You will live there with me in a pink deep valley. You will have everything you want; we will live with you so amicably and cheerfully that your soul will never know tears and sadness.

He will put you in a boat, bring you on a ship, and you will leave forever for a brilliant country where the sun rises and where the stars will descend from the sky to congratulate you on your arrival.

Let us hope in a Christian way that both the writer and his faithful wife are peacefully carried "by the mass of the scarlet sails of the white ship" to, to "the brilliant country where the sun rises," which Green's soul yearned for so much and where, according to the words of the Apostle Paul, " Love never ends".

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f. 127 op. 2 units ridge 50. Letters of K. N. Mironov (brother of N. N. Green).
f. 127 op. 2 units ridge 51. Letters and telegram L.K. Mironov (nephew of N.N. Green).
f. 127 op. 2 units ridge 52. Letters from O.A. Mironova (mother N.N. Green).
f. 127 op. 2 units ridge 87. Photographs by S. Navashin-Paustovsky (individual) and L.K. Mironov (nephew of N.N. Green) in a group with students of the Leningrad Institute of Water Transport Engineers.
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Descending painting: Mironov...
Generation 1
1. Mironov...

Child's mother: ...
Son: Sergey Mironov ... (2-1)

Generation 2
2-1. Mironov Sergey ...
Was born: ?
Father: Mironov... (1)
Mother: ...
Child's mother: ...
Son: Mironov Nikolai Sergeevich (3-2)
Wife: ...
Son: Mironov Alexander Sergeevich (4-2)
Son: Mironov Anatoly Sergeevich (5-2)

Generation 3
3-2. Mironov Nikolai Sergeevich
Was born: ?

Mother: ...
Mother of children: Savelyeva Olga Alekseevna (1874-1944)
Daughter: Mironova Nina Nikolaevna (10/11/1894-09/27/1970) (6-3)
Son: Mironov Konstantin Nikolaevich (1896-1954) (7-3)
Son: Mironov Sergey Nikolaevich (1898-After 1934) (8-3)

4-2. Mironov Alexander Sergeevich
Was born: ?
Father: Sergey Mironov... (2-1)
Mother: ...
Wife: ...

5-2. Mironov Anatoly Sergeevich
Was born: ?
Father: Sergey Mironov... (2-1)
Mother: ...
Wife: ...

Generation 4
6-3. Mironova Nina Nikolaevna (11.10.1894-27.09.1970)
Born: 10/11/1894. Died: 09/27/1970. Lifespan: 75


Husband: Korotkov Mikhail Vasilievich (? -1916)
Husband: Grinevsky Alexander Stepanovich (08/11/1880-07/08/1932)
Husband: Naniy Petr Ivanovich (1880-After 1942)

7-3. Mironov Konstantin Nikolaevich (1896-1954)
Born: 1896 Died: 1954 Life expectancy: 58
Father: Mironov Nikolai Sergeevich (3-2)
Mother: Savelyeva Olga Alekseevna (1874-1944)
Wife: ... Maria ...
Son: Mironov Lev Konstantinovich (1915-01.1942) (9-7(1))
Wife: ... Zoya Arkadievna

8-3. Mironov Sergey Nikolaevich (1898-After 1934)
Born: 1898. Died: After 1934. Lifespan: 36
Father: Mironov Nikolai Sergeevich (3-2)
Mother: Savelyeva Olga Alekseevna (1874-1944)

Generation 5
9-7(1). Mironov Lev Konstantinovich (1915-01.1942)
Born: 1915. Died: 01.1942. Lifespan: 27. Went missing in the blockade of Leningrad!
Father: Mironov Konstantin Nikolaevich (1896-1954) (7-3)
Mother: ... Mary ...
Wife: Iosifovich Eleonora Evgrafovna (1911-2003)
Daughter: Tatyana Lvovna Mironova, Kazan (About 1940) (10-9)

Generation 6
10-9. Mironova Tatyana Lvovna, Kazan (About 1940)
Born: Around 1940. Age: 78. Lives in Kazan.
Father: Mironov Lev Konstantinovich (1915-01.1942) (9-7(1))
Mother: Iosifovich Eleonora Evgrafovna (1911-2003)
Husband: ...
Son: ... (11-10)

Generation 7
11-10. ...
Was born: ?
Father: ...
Mother: Tatyana Lvovna Mironova, Kazan (About 1940) (10-9)

Grin Nina Nikolaevna (nee Mironova, in the first marriage Korotkov, in the second marriage Grinevskaya; since 1926 Green (Grinevskaya); since 1933 - Green, 11 (23). 10. 1894 - 27. 09. 1970), the second wife of A.S. Green.
Born in the city of Narva, St. Petersburg province, in the family of Nikolai Sergeevich Mironov, an accountant of the Nikolaev railway, who came from a family of small nobles in the city of Gdov, and Olga Alekseevna Savelyeva, the daughter of a Gdov merchant. The girl was christened Antonina, then they began to call Nina. The real name was preserved in documents for some time, then it was forgotten.
After Nina, two more boys were born - Sergey and Konstantin, two and three years younger.
When Nina was seven years old, the Mironovs moved near Narva, to the estate of Prince Wittgenstein, from whom Nikolai Sergeevich received the position of manager.
In 1912, Nina Mironova graduated from the Narva Gymnasium with a gold medal and entered the Physics and Mathematics Department of the Higher Women's (Bestuzhe) Courses in St. Petersburg. Later she switched to the historical and philological (did not graduate). In the same 1912, the Mironov family moved to the village of Ligovo near St. Petersburg, to their own house.
In 1915, N. Mironova married Mikhail Vasilyevich Korotkov, a student of the law faculty of Petrograd University, taking his last name. In 1916, during World War I, M. Korotkov was mobilized to the front and died in the first battle, although he was considered missing for a long time.
In 1916, Nina Nikolaevna, having completed the courses of sisters of mercy, worked in a hospital in Ligovo; at the end of the year she got a job in the newspaper "Exchange Courier". From the beginning of 1917 moved to the work of assistant secretary in the newspaper "Petrograd Echo".
In January 1918, in the editorial office of the gas. "Petrograd echo" she met A.S. Green. In May of the same year, she fell ill with tuberculosis and went to relatives near Moscow.
From January to June 1921, Nina Nikolaevna lived in Ligovo, worked as a nurse in a hospital in the village of Rybatskoe.
On May 20, 1921, the marriage of N.N. Korotkova and A.S. Grinevsky was registered at the registry office on the street. Officer's room in the building of the Lithuanian castle. Nina Nikolaevna took her husband's real name - Grinevskaya.
On June 27, 1926, the Feodosia city police department issued them identification cards (No. 80, No. 81) with the names Green (Grinevskaya), Green (Grinevsky).
Since 1932 (after A.S. Green's death), N. Green began to work on her memoirs about Green and to popularize the writer's work.
On April 1, 1933, Nina Nikolaevna receives certificate No. 1420 from the People's Commissariat of Security for re-registration to the surname Green.
Since 1934, thanks to her efforts, Green's books began to appear: Fantastic Novels (1934), Road to Nowhere (1935), Stories (1937), The Golden Chain (1939), Stories (1940).
In the same year, N. Green organized a memorial room for A. Green in the house number 52 on the street. K. Liebknecht in the Old Crimea. Having settled down in the Feodosia Infizmet, she went on business trips around the country, started building her own house in St. Crimea, got along with P.I.
In 1937 she graduated from the Regional Tatar Medical and Obstetric School.
In 1940, N. Green took up the issue of opening the house-museum of A.S. Green in St. Crimea, and the transfer of the Green archive to the State Literary Museum of the USSR and the Institute of World Literature. M. Gorky.
January 1942 to October 1943 N. Green worked as an editor of the German newspaper "Official Bulletin of the Staro-Krymsky District" and at the same time acted as the head of the district printing house.
On October 12, 1945, N.N. Green was arrested for collaborating with the Germans and sent to a Feodosia prison.
On February 26, 1946, by the verdict of the Military Tribunal of the NKVD of Crimea, she was imprisoned in NKVD forced labor camps for a period of 10 years, with a defeat in political rights for 5 years, with the confiscation of all her personal property.
On September 17, 1955, N. Green was released under an amnesty with the removal of her criminal record.
Upon returning to St. Crimea, she again began active work on the creation of the house-museum of A.S. Grin and the popularization of his work.
In 1960, N. Green, without waiting for official permission and assistance from the authorities, opened the house-museum of A.S. Green for visitors, where she actually worked on a voluntary basis as a guide, keeper and cleaner until 1969.
On September 27, 1970, N.N. Green died in Kyiv from an exacerbation of chronic coronary insufficiency, and was buried in the Starokrymsky cemetery.
On July 8, 1971, the House-Museum of A.S. Grin was officially opened in Stary Krym.
On December 5, 1997, N.N. Green was rehabilitated under Art. 1 of the Law of Ukraine of April 17, 1991 "On the rehabilitation of victims of political repression in Ukraine".
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RGALI F127 op.1 ex 113
Letters from K.N. Mironov to his sister Grin Nina Nikolaevna
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2/15/1948 Dear Nina!
Forgive me deeply, forgive me. First of all, I want you to understand why I did not answer you for a long time. Your first letter was received at my house in early December. I, just, was in Moscow, I returned from a business trip only on December 23. It was very difficult for me to read this letter and I don’t know how I could restrain myself and finish reading it, but more on that later. I really wanted to write to you right away and, literally, every day this thought did not go out of my head. What kept me all the time is that I thought that I should not only write to you, but also help. This is what kept me all the time and made me put off the letter from day to day, and finally yesterday I received your postcard.
I really want you to understand my situation - it is very difficult and I want you to understand and believe my delay in writing.
My life turned out like this. I abandoned the tram - I was exhausted to the last degree. After all, I worked from morning until 11-12 at night, without going home, not having a single day of rest, and besides, having almost daily nightly anxiety on the phone. I reached what is called "to the handle" and managed, in the end, to gouge my leadership and break out. I work now in Gorplana as the Head of the sector. I get 1000 r. Less deductions - about 850. Now I have a family ... One daughter got married, has a child, but lives with me, since her husband has been unable to get an apartment in Moscow for almost a year now, where he works. The second daughter works at the factory and brings 150-200 rubles a month. The wife does not work. ... huddle and live. You will not find any private work now. You won't believe it - but I don't even have a change of underwear, I only go in one suit ... Well, yes, what about that! In addition, I now have to pay about 150 rubles. Debts per month: went to another city to enter; did not agree and now they are collecting money.
Nina dear! Believe me, I am writing this only so that you understand that nothing else than the inability to help you in any way made me so late with the answer. ... they promised in one place a small job - I will earn something and send you at least a little. I beg you - understand me and forgive me from the bottom of my heart. It still seems to me that I have not expressed clearly enough what is going on in my heart. Until now, I can not recover from the almost two-year "rest of 37-39 years. I read your first letter and everything turned upside down inside. How I read it, I don't know. And now I sit and write to you and look at the picture of my mother and it’s hard, hard in my soul. It’s so bad, because I didn’t even correspond with her, since 27 or 28 I haven’t even seen her. Her and dad's cards are always in front of my eyes, on the table. Somehow I was born unsuccessful - I don’t know in whom by character. Now he has become gray-haired - and everything is a “loner wolf”; Until now, I can’t get close to anyone of the people. This imprint is in relationships with my relatives, and with my mother, and with you. Believe me, no one is at my house and I don’t call anyone. I am alone all the time, I am silent all the time. There is no one, even no one to pour out what is going on in the soul ... And therefore it must be so hard, painfully hard to endure all the blows in life, of which there are so many.
Poor mother! How I imagine it now. For some reason, I especially remember the period of my life in Narva - more than any other. I remember her clearly in L-…e in 1919 and then in the Crimea, in 27 or 28 - it's so hard to remember. Life will end, of course, sooner or later, and it's not especially hard that she died. It is hard how she died, how she, the poor woman, had to suffer, and, although without a clear consciousness, she survived all the horror that surrounded her. It is hard that I myself was aloof from her in her most difficult moments of her life. But - there remains a heaviness in the soul, there remains a great regret about the stupid, aimless, meaningless life lived, the life lived not for yourself, not for your other loved ones, but only for work. Silly, sorry.
Dear Nina! I received a letter from you in the summer - and almost immediately answered it. But received no answer. Transferred money - returned back. I asked for the address desk - I did not receive a response. So I already decided that for some reason you do not want to keep in touch with me. It was very difficult, because I have no one else relatives. Where Seryozha - I don’t know, I haven’t had a single letter from him since we parted. Where grandfather’s guys, it seems Shura and Tolya, I don’t know since they parted as children. With Aunt Zhenya, somehow at one time, back in 35-36, a rare connection was established, but now it also broke off and I don’t get any answer from them either ... Everyone broke up, everyone was confused. And the fault of everything, of course, is myself, guilty of my unsociableness, my lack of obligation.
How hard it was for me to find out about your fate - I can’t even imagine all this horror. I beg you to write in detail about your life. I have absolutely no idea how you live, what happened to you. You are condemned or, only, exiled. What, specifically, is your fault and how severe is it. I am very, very interested and worried about all this. Why do letters from you take so long: I received your last postcard, dated January 8, only on February 12 - it took more than a month.
Of course, you are wondering what kind of family I have. I, my wife, her two daughters, but I actually consider them my own, and granddaughters - that's all. Lyovushka went missing - obviously he died in L-de, but I don’t know how. I received the last letter from him in January 1942 - a very heavy letter. In particular, he wrote that he would be able to evacuate. Then he received a telegram with a request to transfer money for the road. I transferred the money and received it back in April. Since then, no hearing, no spirit - where, what, how he died - I do not know anything. He wrote to all places where he could be known - but either did not receive an answer, or received 2 official replies that they could not tell anything. This is such a big loss for me and so heavy! His daughter, Tanyusha, remained here in Kazan. Lives here with his mother. Her mother, Lyovushka's wife, works as a director at the Actor's House and as an assistant at the Musical Theater. The woman is good and serious. She is in great need and it is so hard that even her only, dear granddaughter cannot help financially in any way. Tanyusha is very similar to Lyovushka, only her eyes, like her mother's, are brown. The girl is very good, she is already 8 years old, she is studying in the 1st grade, she always visits me every Sunday, and sometimes she runs in. I can’t look at her without tears - before my eyes Lyovushka is so sad, hard, I so want to see him near me ...
You see how bleak, boring, depressing my bitter life has become. You don’t know when there will be a light.
The only thing is that life has now become a little easier due to the abolition of cards. At least you don’t have to “invent” how to get a piece of bread, since you can’t live on cards. It's scary to remember this difficult era. You can think - in 43-44 the card here reached 60-65 rb. .. and by this level you can judge other blessings of life. Now, too, of course, it’s expensive to live, but still you can’t compare it with the horror that it was. I beg you - write to me how you live. Every day I can’t get out of my head how to get at least some money and send it to you. And, believe me, dear Nina, at the first, even a small opportunity, I will do it immediately. It's so hard to write about this to you when you know what a difficult situation you are in. But I felt ashamed that because of these material questions I delayed your answer, you may think that I have a bad attitude towards your misfortune. Believe me, this is not - I myself know how hard it is, I myself experienced it and I understand everything. I beg you very much - I'm sorry that I delayed your letter to you because of these considerations. Believe that I really want to be with you in good, close, comradely relations - I don’t have anyone else in the world. Write when your misfortunes will end, when you will be free, free. Maybe we'll decide to live together - that would be nice. I think there is definitely a job for you here. How do you think about it?
In general, Nina, I beg you to write to me, write in detail about everything. I will not delay the answer even for a minute. Well, I wish you all the best and a speedy release. Sorry for the long and such a chaotic letter. Yes, I am enclosing my mother's card and Alexander Stepanovich's card with the letter. These are my last ones (mother's - there is another one), but there is nothing to reshoot, sorry. I send by registered mail, because I'm afraid that otherwise the letter with the card will not reach. Goodbye, dear Nina. I kiss and hug you tightly, tightly and with all my heart I wish you all the best.
Your Kostya.
Kazan February 15, 1948
I am also enclosing my card, it is true, it is very bad, but there is no other. This was filmed in 1941 at the beginning of the war, when he was taken into the army. I was in it for only 3-4 months, it was necessary for the certificate.

Kazan 5.7.1949
Dear Nina!
I already wrote to you that writing a letter is a big job for me. But that's not the point! But that's not the point. I was in Leningrad, found with great difficulty the traces of Lyovushka. He - died, died stupidly, outrageously stupid. He and a number of his comrades had already got out of Leningrad, got into a freight car and here - sat down near the stove and fell asleep forever. Obviously worried and could not stand the heart. So his body was left at st. Borisova Griva Finl. Zh. d. Now you can’t return it! And since then something has happened to me. I don’t know what, but it’s very hard for me all the time, my soul hurts. I don't know when I'll be back to normal. After all, that's all I had in my life. Yes, there are big financial troubles - I get less money, and more and more work. That's all in the sum and unsettled me, disturbed the balance. In Moscow, I could only be from train to train. I went to the commission - but, as a sin, it was not a reception day, and certificates are given only personally. I received your notes. I also received them from your friends - now they are stored with me. Dear Nina! You should have all the dry fruits the fruits have of course used up. I know, I remember at the first opportunity I will send you more. I'm sorry. How are you doing? I still want to rewrite the application for you, because I think it would be both shorter and more accurate. But I do not know how you will accept this offer and whether it can be sent to you. Please write to me and do not pay attention to my inaccuracy - that's how I am by nature.
Yes, I almost forgot! In Leningrad, I accidentally found my uncle - Anatoly and Alexander Mironov, the sons of my grandfather. I was able to visit them only just before the departure and found only one - Tolya. Shura was in Moscow. We talked and reminisced about childhood. They kept a lot of cards. I took a picture from them where my mother was taken, you, Seryozha and I are everywhere, at the age of 5-6 years old. They say they've been looking for you for a long time and haven't found you. I did not tell them anything about your affairs - I did not know how you would take it. If you have nothing against it, I can write to them, especially since I have already received a letter from them that I am not writing anything to them.
I report their addresses: Leningrad, st. Marata No. 43, apt. 23 Alexander and kV. No. 15 Anatoly. Shura lives well, but I didn’t like Tolya, he’s kind of unsuccessful.
All the best so far - don't get mad at me. Everything will be arranged and formed. Greetings from all of mine.
Kiss hard, write.
Your Kostya.

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