Mark Lviv biography

Currently lives in Rekhovot. The interview was taken by Aba Taratut in March G. Mark Lviv ml: I was born in the year, August 21. I hardly remember my father. He was a steelmark, an steel-engineer for steel, and at the end of the year he was sent to Central Asia, to test some new types of steel. Then he went to the war to test the tanks, and in the year the direct hit of the shell into the dugout spread everything that was there, including my father.

We still do not even know where his grave is. Father in letters from the front panicked, thinking that the Germans would occupy Moscow, and categorically demanded our evacuation. At the end of the year, we left for Central Asia, and already without a father, returned to Moscow in the year. Our apartment was occupied by a legless hero of the war, a loud alcoholic who continuously knocking himself on the chest and shouted: “And where were you, as long as the fascist torn off my legs?

We did not even think to sue him. We lost the apartment, the luxurious chemical library of our father, we lost everything that was acquired. The family saved us: we huddled either at the aunts, then from grandfather and grandmother from the side of his father, then from grandfather and grandmother from his mother. I remember our apartment near Moscow in the city of Mytishchi, where we lived for about two years, then we moved to the Losinostrovskaya small town, the same near Moscow, then moved to live in my uncle in Moscow, where we settled thoroughly.

The uncle was an old bachelor, he was not going to marry, so he called his sister, my mother, to conduct his household and practically replaced my father. I begin to remember myself well from about a year. One of the most striking impressions is the business of doctors: a conversation with a teacher who asked me if I am going to become a doctor, beat me on the way home, when my tormentors, rushing, shouted: “A doctor, a doctor”.

It didn’t hurt the ass, but what a humiliation it was! I could not fight against the crowd, I was never a hero. Interestingly, my reaction to this nightmare was the disease the next day by pneumonia. No, no, I didn’t mow - I had a high temperature for two weeks. I was not at school for a month. I wrote a story about this. Further life rolled, like every Soviet schoolboy. After graduating from school, the question arose before me: who to be.

I imitated very well, moreover, in the Moscow school where I studied, the famous actor of the Moscow Art Theater Toporkov led a dramatic circle, and he advised me to enter VGIK after school. I was a thin, ugly guy without a gleam in my eyes, but something was visible in me, and, following the advice of the famous actor, I tried to enter VGIK. I passed three exams, everything is “satisfactory”.

The family council gathered before the last exam, and they told me that I am an idiot, that I need to get a specialty, that I would not get to any VGIK, having three triples and such an appearance. I do not want to talk about the details of all exams, although each exam is a separate “story”. It was very interesting, it remained for life. As a result, an obedient boy, before the last exam, I took the documents from VGIK and submitted them to the chemical institute, as there was a time gap in the exams.

Oddly enough, I went to the chemical institute without much difficulty, and then I learned that the 4 tour that I did not go to was a simple formality - everyone who came to it, even having received before all the three, went to VGIK. Moreover, I did not enter the acting faculty, but to the faculty of leaders of amateur dramatic ensembles. It was a very heavy blow, and, in fact, I never recovered from it throughout my life.

I did not like chemistry, I never really did it really, so my whole life flowed between unloved chemistry and my favorite thing to play cabbage, write. This gap has remained with me for life, until now. I was in love with a girl, Russian, we were about to almost get married, and once - this happened two weeks before the defense of the diploma - to show her what kind of hero, I rolled up with a huge high hill and terribly broke my leg in two places with a break in ligaments.

I got to the hospital. And all those who defended the diploma in time were distributed to the new research institute of chemical fertilizers and poisons-Niihuya was so written on the sign; A week later, we came across and transported to the niiih - poisons and fertilizers. I was also distributed there, but since I defended the diploma only six months later, I was redistributed in the mailbox.

I needed a chemist on my misfortune there. It was the second tragedy in my life. All the Jews who were distributed there were easy to leave for Israel when they submitted documents. I got into one of the most severe institutes in the Union, which was engaged in the development of combat chemical poisons. And I enthusiastically worked, I liked the work. I still did not like chemistry, but the work was connected with business trips, with a meeting with people.

I myself did not directly develop poisons, but was engaged in checking the efficiency of wastewater treatment in the production process. I looked at these Zarins, lures, herds. I was present several times even on their tests.I was not released for 17 years, motivating that I knew some secrets. This is ridiculous, because the technology of these gases was developed in America another 55 year or I knew that even in the process of chemical disarmament, in the Union they continued to store this scum in rusty barrels.

I was in these warehouses. And, perhaps, they are right that they did not let me go - I would definitely tell about these barrels. And on my Russian girlfriend, because of which I so heroically broke my leg, I did not get married. It happened as the stories write about it, and often false.

But this is exactly what happened to me. When we already decided to get married, one day, one of the Friday evenings, at my grandfather, I announced to the family that I was married. I told. He exclaimed: “Goya? And, having spread my slap in the face, he said that I would get out of his house. I left, my cheek was burning, my mother cried. From this moment I was scared to live.

I did not sleep at night. I realized that in front of me is one of the most important issues of life: either to betray a family, or to betray love. But it turns out that it was not necessary to do anything of such dramatic: she calmly stated that she fell in love with another and left. And, oddly enough, I stayed to live ... year. My whole family was true Jewish. Grandfather and grandmother from the mother were believers.

Grandfather was a very respected person among the Jews of the Perelovka station near Moscow is not even a station, but rather a town, half inhabited by Jews. Many times I was in the synagogue. I really grew up in a real Jewish environment. When studying at school, the institute, doing what a normal Soviet person was doing, for many years I tried not to miss Friday evening when my mother and my uncle came to my grandfather to rule the Sabbath.

I adored these Saturday evenings: it was always tasty, there was always vodka, always good conversations. About what? Yes, of course, about Israel. The fact that two older children were grandfathers and grandmothers, my mother’s siblings, left Russia back in the year. They were Zionists. They were arrested by the Cheka. Lenin pardoned them, although they were sentenced to the highest degree of punishment, but demanded their immediate expulsion from the country.

On foot from Moscow through Turkmenistan, Turkey they got to Palestine. The uncles did not stay there for a long time, they were disappointed with Palestine of the 10ths and left for Argentina. The connection, of course, was interrupted, although I know that there were letters before the war, and after some way the news broke through from them. They were talked about endlessly.

So - a year, April month, a concert of Healy Gil in the pop theater Drummer. I got to this concert, despite the fact that getting tickets was extremely difficult. But on my happiness, my aunt worked at the theater box office. Honestly, for the first time I saw such a huge number of Jews gathered in one place. Everyone cried. I could not appreciate the quality of the singing of Gula Gil, but then it seemed to me a revelation: these two huge guitarists accompanying her, two completely free, relaxed, huge, beautiful Jews, unfamiliar Hebrew, electrified hall, crowds standing on the bridge, distorted from anger, who was driving away, someone who was taking off someone.

I then wrote two poems on this subject, although I do not write poetry at all. They just spilled out of me, fell out. It seems that then I first thought quite seriously about leaving. Then there was a meeting with Pasha Abramovich and Viktor Poland at the wedding I do not remember whom. Having learned that I was just thinking about leaving for Israel, they literally attacked me, ridiculed, abused in every possible way.

Pasha was especially trying. And finally, the war of the year. I’m not going to leave - I ignited.