“I was constantly looking at my Kolenka”: Pakhmutova said goodbye to Dobronravov
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There is the title “People’s Artist”, but there is no title “People’s Poet”. Probably because a poet a priori must be popular. Nikolai Dobronravov, to whom the country said goodbye on Wednesday, is just such a poet – flesh of flesh and spirit of spirit. The last national poet of the past and present century. The last list of great families: Yevtushenko, Rozhdestvensky, Dementyev, Dobronravov. With the departure of Nikolai Nikolaevich, the door slammed – an era passed.
Nikolai Dobronravov was a national poet, and that is why people began to flow and flow into the Tchaikovsky Hall, where the farewell took place, already from noon. Old and very young, expensively and very simply dressed, cheerful and leaning on crutches, some with armfuls of roses, some with several carnations tied with a black ribbon. They filled the hall, where the coffin stood at the back of the stage, surrounded by a guard of honor.
It was almost impossible to consider Nikolai Dobronravov in him, who did not live to see his 95th birthday for some two months. No need to. His portrait with such a recognizable face, with shining eyes and a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through you, attracted all the attention of those present. Dobronravav was here, in this portrait, and also in photographs broadcast on large screens. Here he is young, here at the great construction sites of the country, which are remembered today by his songs, with friends, with Kobzon.
And, of course, with her – with Alexandra Nikolaevna Pakhmutova, her Alenka, always shining in these photos: after all, around everything that is so dear to her: people, the public, the stage, artists, the heroes of her songs, and next to him is her half, her a reverent husband towards her and a constant co-author, the same person with whom, as Nikolai Nikolaevich put it, they looked in the same direction. And when they glanced at each other, she appeared there – “her own tenderness.” “The earth is empty without you… How can I live for a few hours…” sounds in the hall, and a shiver suddenly runs down the vertebrae. The lines become too targeted, to the point of physical pain… The hall fills and fills with people, the closest people are sitting on the stage next to the coffin… But Alexandra Nikolaevna Pakhmutova is not among them… “It’s only empty on earth alone without you…”
A voice from the speakers explains something: “Due to the sudden deterioration of the covid situation in Moscow… access to Dobronravov’s widow is limited… please be understanding…” But even without explanation it is clear that Alexandra Nikolaevna’s strength is not endless. She, of course, is here because you just feel it, but she needs to pull herself together to go on this stage, where it is mortally painful for her to go for the first time in her life. And on this stage there is no her piano – a piano with which she – and I saw this with my own eyes many times, visiting the legendary couple’s home – was used to exchanging emotions: she came up, played something and seemed to exchange energy. And again her mood is that of a creative woman – and in this creativity, happy and flying high above the earth.
And today she is brought onto the stage arm in arm. And she sits down by the coffin, but does not cry or tremble, but simply continuously looks at her Kolenka – as she always called him in life. He just looks: with trepidation, unflinchingly, as if he wants to hold you close forever with this gaze. And you feel how you and other people in the room are covered by its power. The power of creativity, love and high detachment from terrible reality. Alexandra Nikolaevna carries her terrible burden from early morning until late evening – a closed funeral service in the Sretensky Monastery has already taken place in the morning, now a civil memorial service, then the same burial procedure closed from outsiders. And Alexandra Nikolaevna… no, you don’t need to remember how old she is. Because it’s not a matter of age: they simply lived all their lives as one, they were an example of those family relationships that are bequeathed to man by the Lord God himself, when people are together in sorrow and in joy until death separates them. Now she was left alone in grief. And no matter how much her family and friends kneel in front of her, saying words of sympathy, being close is not being one. “And the earth could not figure out how to live without him…”
Nikolai Dobronravov is a national poet, and Alexandra Pakhmutova is a national composer. They themselves chose this path. Voluntarily giving up the opportunity to become “new Russians”, remaining “old Soviets”, with all the unchanged values of their military childhood, Komsomol youth and creative maturity. Hence the lines of poetry full of bitterness and amazing crystal honesty: “My Bitter Motherland”, “Here comes a letter from afar” (“I remain with the deceived people”), “You are losing, my dear, your last strength” and many others. They really were with their people all their lives: in their youth, where the great history of the Land of Soviets was made, where Gagarin and the grandiose construction projects of the century were, in the 90s, where there was devastation and lack of money, experiencing oblivion. But they survived without changing their strict moral code one iota.
They bowed their heads to no one; they divided all people, whether in power or the super-rich, into those who suited them according to a high standard of morality and those who did not. “Close to those, away from those,” this was Nikolai Nikolaevich’s favorite phrase, it was their common life motto. They selflessly loved their Fatherland, the great heroes of their great songs, their artists, friends and selflessly loved each other.
And therefore, the very people with whom he and Alexandra Nikolaevna remained, having given up wealth, PR, positions, awards, elite acquaintances, foreign trips and everything else that characterizes a “successful person” today, saw off Nikolai Nikolaevich with applause. How people’s favorites are seen off. Because the people are the ones who are flesh of the flesh and spirit of the spirit. But you can’t buy such a perception from the people and you can’t sell it to the people. To do this, you need to be part of this very people, live your life with them and die, untainted in the eyes of people. How did Nikolai Nikolaevich Dobronravov succeed? “And he flies, and they give him stars…”
And I would like to write the last words with which the funeral farewell ceremony ended. Doctor Roshal said them: “Alenka, take care of yourself… We all really need you”…
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