После просмотра 15-и серий фильма «Подстрочник»

After watching 15 episodes of the film The Hitchhiker For the first time, I watched the documentary film The Hitchhiker, all 15 episodes in 2010, in one breath, in one day. Secondly, and also in one breath, I watched The Hitchhiker 13 years later, now, in November 2023. It's not right to say that I watched it, it's right to say that I lived through it. Yes, I really lived the life of Liliana Lunginoy, an outstanding translator, an eyewitness to the whole history of the 20th century. These are her translations of the baby Carlson, who lives on the roof, Pepe the Longstocking, the fairy tales of Anderson and Goffman enriched my childhood. I can say with confidence that not only did they enrich, but also saved my childhood and youth, from the feeling of hopelessness, fear, confusion, which were impregnated with the entire communist system of education and education in the Soviet Union, like a gray mold. I could not cope with this gray mold of Soviet reality without these books. In February 1997, the director of the film, Oleg Dorman, writes, for a week, we, with the operator Vadim Ivanovich Yusov and a small film crew, every morning came to the Lunginoy house on Novinsky Boulevard to hear and shoot a oral novel, which was to later turn into a film subtext. Few people in the world get the happiness of meeting such people as Liliana Zinovievna and her husband, the famous playwright Semyon Lvovich Lungin. The director continues the preface to the film. I was lucky to know and love them. Liliana Lunginoy's long life passed through different countries and the 20th century expressed it surprisingly deeply and clearly. A century that confirmed that there is no life for everyone, there is a life of one person, that only one is in the field and a warrior, that he is the field himself, that a person is not a toy of circumstances, not a victim of life, but an inescapable and therefore invulnerable source of good. And kindness is contagious. Everything that Liliana Lungin did in her life, her husband, their loved ones, their real friends, they showed and affirmed this very immortal kindness. Liliana Lungin begins her narrative. What results can be summed up in life? I think the results of life are life itself. The whole amount of lived, happy and difficult, and unhappy and bright and faded moments, the whole set of minutes, hours, days, the very essence of life itself, this is the result of life. There can be no other result of life. Therefore, now I want to remember and I want to look at the old photos. In no case do I want to take away from you, dear friends, the joys of participation, recognition, the experiences that you can experience by looking at the background. I will only touch on the moments of Liliana Lungin's life that touched me to the depth of my soul. In this photo, Lily with her father. The photo captures the moment of her realization of her personality. What was embedded in the girl began to undergo changes, processing, polishing of the great life that took place around her. Looking at this photo, Liliana Zinovievna says that in her narrative she wants to convey some kind of message. And he, first of all, says that you need to hope and believe that very bad situations suddenly turn to the other side and lead to good. During the narrative, she will emphasize that you do not need to despair, that many troubles in their lives turned to amazing happiness. Dad and Mom. Liliana is from Poltava. By the way, my grandfather is also from Poltava, and my mother's name is Lily. And Grandpa Liliana was a pharmacist who invented medicine himself. In addition, he adored toys, which he also sold in his pharmacy. He made toys himself, and also ordered the latest toys from Europe and America. The toys were so special that buyers from different places came to him in Poltava, even from Kiev itself. In addition, Grandpa had a medal for saving the drowning man, and he headed the Jewish Self-Defense Force. Mom Liliana learned how to create dolls, and in the future, for many years, the Domestic Doll Theater allowed her family to go through the difficulties of fate with dignity. Dad and Mom Lily met immediately after graduation from school. Mom is from a women's gymnasium, Dad is from the Poltava Real School, Dad is Zinoviy Zyama Markovich, Mom is Marie Liberson. Again a nickname, my grandfather, from the side of Mom's dad, also wore the name Zyama Zinoviy. The departure of Marie's family to Germany, then to Palestine, after the Jewish pogroms of 1907, separated the couple for several years. Then Marie returned to Russia in search of her loved one. Zinoviy by that time graduated from the Mountain Institute in St. Petersburg. After the collapse of the First Russian Revolution in 1908 and 1909, a wave of terrible disappointment covered the young people and mass suicides began. Young people did not know where to go, what to do with their lives. At this critical moment in the life of St. Petersburg, Marie Liberson, being a course teacher at the highest women's courses, publishes an open letter in three newspapers. Young men and girls are lonely. Come to me. Every Thursday at 5 o'clock I open the doors of my room. Let's drink tea, coffee, talk, be friends. Maybe it will be easier for us to live together than for each of us separately. Liliana Zinovievna says that in those days Mom's open letter with such content was a brave and strange act. The letter did not go unnoticed. In those years, a book appeared, a circle of loners, and the blog in its letters mentioned the courageous and strong act of the course teacher Marie Liberson and corresponded with her. Thus, the girl tried to enter a big life. She was open to people. She had deep relations with Zinoviev at that time. The First World War began. Zinoviev was called to the front. There he was captured by the Germans for four years. During the war, Mom organized a kindergarten for Jewish children from poor families, the fathers of which were mobilized. It was the first Jewish five-day kindergarten. Children were taken home only on weekends. Mom led a diary. Every day she wrote down what the children were doing. It was impossible to read a diary without tears. Mom counted the notes of each step, of each child. Let him sculpt an elephant, let him say a new word. Liliana Zinovievna says that Mom was poetic about the children, as if she were growing rare flowers. Each was an example of itself. Each was watered with special water. Occupied, suppressed, they turned into little plants, lovingly groomed. Dad returned from captivity in 1919. Back in 1917, he joined the Jewish Workers' Organization, like many at that time. And when the Bolsheviks came to power, this organization merged with the Communist Party. And Dad turned out to be a communist. He received his first appointment in Smolensk, where they went with Mom. There they were given a room, or rather a cell in the Smolensk Monastery, where Liliana was born. Six months later, Dad was called by Sam Lunacharsky to Moscow, to become one of his deputies, since Zinoviy Markovich, one of the few among the Bolsheviks, had a higher education. The family settled in a large house, which was converted into a communal apartment of 15 rooms with one toilet, one bathroom and one kitchen, where 15 housewives, wives of Norkompros employees, often cooked at the same time. There was a large fireplace in Markovich's room. Lili remembers that dolls were drying there all the time, covered with black, inedible bread by Mom. Mom Marie was a passionate fan of the puppet theater. For some reason, such a scene was remembered. Dad shaved and sang something, and Mom asked him to be silent, because his singing prevented her from concentrating, and she wrote reports for the school where she worked. And Dad answered her, I will not sing, but you will someday think, how sorry that he no longer sings, how good it would be if he sang. In 1925, the country became a critical issue. Trade with the West, it was necessary to buy cars, to raise the industrialization of the country. People with higher education were sent abroad to work. Dad was sent to Germany, since he is an engineer who speaks German fluently. Markovich's family ended up in Berlin. For the girl, it was a joyful period in life. Germany merged for her on the big day of childhood. She studied in a strict women's German gymnasium, where hands are put on the desk. She turned into a real German girl. Mom was also happy with life. Liliana Zinovina remembers how Mom transformed the interior around her, wherever they were, and joked, recording her funny poems with ease on the go. Everyone lived so happily around, recalls Liliana Zinovina. Our life was no different from the lives of others. People went to rest, then told each other where they were. The break came when Dad decided to go to Russia for the next vacation and see how the cars he bought work. Mom persuaded him not to go, she was afraid of Soviet Russia. Some unnamed person asked for a date with Dad and warned him that he would not be allowed back from Russia if he went there. Dad did not listen. He decided that the Communist Party was checking him, how much he could be relied on, and left alone. Dad was immediately taken from the train, his foreign passport was taken away, and it was said that he would now work in Russia. He had nowhere to live. His brother moved to his small room, where he lived alone, his wife and son. Zinoviy Markovich spent almost four years sleeping on the desk on which something was laid. Mom was afraid to return, and there was nowhere to come. Liliana was in her tenth year. The girl found a soul in reading. She did not part with her books, read quickly and passionately. The first girlfriend appeared, with whom she came to realize how important friendship is in life. Signs of fascism had already increased in Germany by the 1930s. There were also Hitler's and communist manifestations in small groups, which often ended in hangouts. The feeling of anxiety increased. Mom decided to go to her parents in Palestine. But they did not leave for Palestine alone, but together. Mom did not say a word to her daughter. She arranged a divorce with her father and married a man whose daughter knew well, the son of the landlady of the apartment they rented. A ten-year-old girl's soul was filled with hatred for this man. For the first time, she experienced this cruel feeling. Again, an interlude with my life. My mom and dad divorced when I was three years old. I vaguely remember my feelings then. But when I was 17, and my mother was 45, a man came to our house, who took care of my mother with serious intentions. My soul was engulfed by displeasure and disgust. Mom broke up with him at once, sparing me. Now I understand that the hatred that erupted then was a manifestation of child's unconscious selfishness, which is in no way ready to share his mother with anyone else. And this is quite understandable. Lily really wanted to get rid of Ludwig. This was the name of her mother's husband. And so the circumstances unfolded that Mom did not find herself in Tel Aviv and decided to go to Paris. Ludwig, on the other hand, wanted to move to America, find a job there and call Mom and Lily. Liliana Zinovina says, I grew up early. At the age of five, I understood myself in opposition to the world. But the life of the spirit is still suffering. With the first suffering, with the first pain, the soul is awakened, I am sure of this. Fortunately, the soul only bathes, it does not realize itself in happiness. But after experiencing suffering, the soul then begins to live and be happy. Awakening is associated with pain. In my experience, it was like this. This is a pain for Dad. This is indignation from the appearance of a new person. Separation. This whole pain changed me. A turn of some kind has already happened, as if in an adult life. I came to Paris as an adult girl. The events unfolded like this. Marie and her daughter arrived in Paris. Lily only knew five words in French. Mom organized a puppet theater there to make ends meet. Which soon conquered all of Paris. The theater was called Petrushka, where children of Russian immigrants played, who knew French well. Lily was also an actress of the theater under the pseudonym Lily and Molly. And Molly literally means Mom to me. Lily studied in high school, mastered French perfectly, read one adult book after another, harmoniously joined a company a few years older than her youth. And it seemed that life had been determined and now it will be so. Dad sent Lily postcards every day. They came in three, four pieces. Three hundred and sixty-five days multiplied by four years. So many postcards accumulated from Dad. He sent them every morning after shaving. Ludwig found a job in New York and called Mom. She replied that she would not go. Lily knew that Mom was texting Dad and, despite her passion for French life, she missed Dad more and more. In 1933, Lily felt that the opportunity to return to Moscow was approaching. Mom said that she decided to return to her homeland. There was a sense of a break in life. All friends understood that they would part with Mary and Lily forever. On the one hand, Lily was curious what she wanted to see in Soviet Russia and Dad. And on the other hand, a cold fear in her heart that everything she already loves would be taken away forever. One of Mom's French friends wrote to the girl to say goodbye, that the most important thing is not to lose faith in life. Then Lily could not understand the meaning of this wish. Mom wrote a farewell poem. How many years have passed, my friend, twenty, twenty-five. The hook of life is over, and now we drink wine with thick candles again. As long ago, long ago, do you remember? Behind our shoulders, our youth, wings, dreams fluttered to us. Behind the mountains and valleys, a star shone for us. Do you remember, my friend, a cramped terrace, that boundless world that was behind it? Now or then, did happiness wear a mask? And where now was the crown of their lights? Your eyes are the same as before, there is only even more kindness in them. You sit in black clothes in front of me, and we drink wine with you, me and you. And in front of us are young faces, we were the same, my friend, then. Or am I just dreaming? Or are we the same and the years have not passed? Well, my friend, let the glasses foam. It was a wonderful time for us, because for us, too, once the roses were scarlet, and we were seventeen years old then. The thirty-fourth year was passing, Hitler was already in power. They went by train through Italy and Austria to the Lithuanian-Brest border. At first, the view from the window of the train was cheerful, tourists, skiers. But approaching the border, the landscape was getting dimmer and dimmer. When Marie, with fourteen-year-old Lily, entered the waiting room, a terrible sight appeared in front of them. The whole floor in the waiting room was full of people who either slept or were sick. Children were crying. People seemed half-alive. When they went out to the square, the whole square was full of half-alive people. These were people who were trying to get away from hunger somewhere. Lily was very scared. She cried and asked her mother to go back. And her mother replied, That's it, dear, we have crossed the border. We are in the Soviet Union. There is no way back. To be continued...