Esther Kataeva biography

In addition to Esther in the family, there were two more daughters. With the outbreak of World War I, the family moved to London and some time after the October Revolution came to Moscow. Realizing their mistake, the family wanted to return to Europe, but could not do it in full force: David Brennner as a Bundian entrance to Europe was prohibited [1]. Leave without a husband, then to reunite with him in Europe, mother Esther refused his heart disease.

Later, the departure became impossible due to the closure of the Soviet border, and the family was forced to stay in the USSR [1]. Esther Brenner became the second wife of Valentin Petrovich Kataev -, his youngest for sixteen years. In the early days of life together, Valentin Kataev said Esther the phrase, which then went down in the history of the family: “First, my daughter is born, and then - whoever you want!

Esther Kataeva is dedicated to the story of Valentin Kataev “Lonely Sailing”: the “sail” is dedicated to me, I think, only because I was in the thirty -fourth [4] I was almost hopeless at home, pregnant Zhenya, and he wrote nearby. He wrote this thing for the whole thirty -fifth year, and in the thirty -sixth she saw the light [3]. The story “Lonely Sail is the only work of Valentin Kataev, written on the typewriter, everyone else was written by hand.

In the book about the father [5], written and published during the life of the mother, Pavel Kataev explains this as follows: the writer “Remington” came to the apartment on Tverskaya with her mother, and the father even strove through things that became general, even more closely connected with her beloved woman [6]. Esther Kataeva did not leave any memories of Valentina Kataev, except for the only famous interview Dmitry Bykov [7].

Daria Dontsova, who lived in Peredelkina at the same time as Kataev’s mother, Daria Dontsova, was a close friend of Kataeva [8], she herself was friends with Kataeva Tina’s granddaughter, considered Estheev Kataev’s exemplary “writer's wife” in Soviet times - the “writer’s wife” existed. In the morning she woke Valechka, then constantly checked how Valechka was sitting in the office. She knew when to bring tea, when - coffee, when to let anyone in, when to drive whom.

She had a spokeswoman, laundress, cook, a housekeeper, a psychotherapist, editor ... [9] Valentin Kataev’s betrayal, his wife was not a tragic, irrevocable nature, which is well reflected in the known apocryph: Kataev after the night of Gulba, half-sleeping next to his wife, says: “Esther, we will go to b.! It was a regular day, our dining room of golden Karelian birch with a large oval table, two buffets, where blue Saxon plates stood on the shelves in the English manner, and twelve “Chependelev” chairs were kindly illuminated by the morning sun.

I remember that I did not want to talk with my mother with all my might about a huge problem, which is about to break into our life and destroy it. And I said as confidently and firmly as possible: “Then I don’t need to tell me how she firmly and calmly informed the dad that she takes the children and leaves because she was tired and does not want to endure multi -day ruins, incomprehensible guests, drunken scandals.

All this was. Almost all memoirists agree that “Esther Kataeva was unusually good” [11]. The writer of the 21st century, Sergey Shargunov, wrote in the years: it seems that this is a lovely and ancient Esther, his widow, and wanders Rozhelkinsky paths ... [12] In the necrogue of Esther Kataeva in the main Russian newspaper, an emigrant writer Anatoly Gladilin, close to the Kataev family, summed up her life: I suspect her name now, but nothing to nobody said, but there was nothing to nobody.

It is inscribed in the history of Russian literature of the twentieth century. She was the wife of a wonderful Russian writer, classic of Soviet literature Valentin Petrovich Kataev. When you read the memoirs of writers of the twentieth century, you meet approximately the following phrase: "Kataev appeared, beautiful, famous, with a young spectacular wife Esther." Esther all her life remained only a wife and, it seems, did not claim anything else.

But it was she who created that home coziness, that working situation in the country in Peredelkino, thanks to which Valentin Petrovich wrote a book after the book until the end of his days. She herself shortly before his death said about herself and Valentina Kataev: we lived together fifty -five years.

Of course, he did not leave and could not leave my life. He remains my sun, the best person I saw [3].