Larisa Miller Biography Poems

I know that she was born in Moscow in the year in a Bolshoi Polyanka, lived in Krivokolny Lane, which sang in her poems. Her father is a writer who died in the war, who knew the poetry of the Russian Golden Age perfectly. Mother is a famous journalist who worked as a specialist in the magazine “Red Army” in the military and post -war years, who was personally familiar with Akhmatova, Marshak, Svetlov, A.

Show the Tolstoy, who gave her his books. Larisa Miller chose the mentors of the poets of the age of the previous one. Her poetic genealogy - Baratynsky, Tyutchev, Fet. She did not come to the poems right away. As a child, I almost made an acting career. At the end of the X, the film “First -grader” was shot, and Agnia Barto, who often visited Larisa and her mother, advised the creators of the picture to invite the girl to the main role.

But my grandmother did not let go: "I will not let the child be crippled." In the role of a first -grader, Natasha Obipina starred, and Larisa Miller every time she watched this film, re -experienced her “tragedy” of the unfulfilled. After school, she entered in Inyaz, worked as a teacher of English. She has one more profession: from the year she teaches musical gymnastics according to the system of Russian dancer L.

The desire to dance, to move - this is with her since childhood. Another student Miller realized that what she was preparing herself is not the main thing in her life. She tormented herself with a question: “Why do I live? This is necessary in order to make money, but there must be something else. She, like Pechorin, “felt immense forces in herself,” but could not understand what to use them for.

And only when she wrote the first verses, did she feel that this is exactly what she should do. She could not help but write. It was some kind of painful, almost physical need. Now it is even strange for her to remember how she lived then. Room on Kropotkinskaya in a communal apartment. On the table is a pan with a soup that Boris Altshuler’s husband is a famous physicist, a friend of A.

Sakharov for lack of anything else at the breakfast. An unfinished bed, on which Larisa lay and tried to compose and write down something. A neighbor came in: “Well, you can’t, a girl! If only I would have fanned the cutlets and remove the room. ” But she was afraid to spend a second of precious time on something except poems. Without them, the world lost its mystery and seemed flat and everyday.

The first son was born in the year. There was less and less free time, and Larisa literally conquered every hour from life for poetry. She left the house at six in the morning and slowly walked along the lane to the milk, which opened at seven, and until seven she was free. This predawn hour was the most saturated and significant lifestyle. She walked, looking at the snow that was scolding around the lanterns, listening to the voices and steps of passers -by.

And it is not known where the poems came from: neither bitterness, nor delight, nor anger and the heat of touch, only the contours of houses, trees, roads, events and phenomena ... She wrote several verses per day. It was her panacea, her feast during the plague.

And you are on the way, and you are on the run, you carry on your feet and even the abyss in two steps is an occasion to open a notebook. You are cruel lessons, and you are rhymed lines. In the beginning of the X, Larisa found out that under the Union of Writers, a studio of young writers opened, and began to visit her. I got into the seminar to A. He was delighted with her poems.

He wrote her a huge letter, which she keeps all her life as an expensive relic. He called her "miracle" and "charm." More than someone else, I believe in your future ... I am sure that Russian poetry will have to be proud of you; Only, for God, do not give up! I believe in you and I know that your future is not only as a poet, but also as a poet in your pocket, along with a handkerchief.