Vasily Subbotin Biography

The battalion commander looked at the brand new map and showed at the Reichstag with his hand. So it was. Combat Stepan Neustroev was the first to lead the battalion to storm the Reichstag. There was also Vasily Subbotin, a young officer from the Rifle Division, my comrade. That low-format book revealed to me the poet-submarine, I would say, a philosopher poet who sees the world comprehensive.

From a small, seemingly, details or inconspicuous action, Subbotin masterfully extracts significant everyday wisdom about being, about the triumph of life. Here is the poem "Clock". The poet leads us into a house lounged by battle. Deserted and uncomfortable here. Осела печь и рухнул потолок. However, the poet's thin hearing caught the living: the walkers "confidently and loudly stucked somewhere on the wall." I listened to their measured sounds, and so they came to my heart: everything was swept away, the comfort of the former destroyed, but the clock went, and life continued.

Vasily Subbotin's poems went hands. They were read by all my editorial friends, and these were experienced front-line soldiers of the front edge of the war, and many of them soon read the Subbotine lines by heart: [] In the fire of attacks, the confusion of the fighting of my husband was my generation generation. From Stalingrad to the Schreis itself, we moved from the trench to the trench, so that we would lower our sword on the Nazis.

And crush the swastika with the foot. That thin book stored with me was a successful launching pad for entering the large literature of Vasily Subbotin. Today it is a major poet and prose writer. And a man with a good soul and a sensitive heart. So he was at the front and still remained spiritual. It is impossible not to admire his manner of writing, his in a sniper a well-aimed word, his short and very capacious phrase in thought.

As an eyewitness and a participant in the battles of the Great Patriotic War, Subbotin is accurate in the image of the victorious May events of the forty -fifth year. He was at the very advanced position every day. When I once turned to the former commander General Vasily Shatilov with the question of the Berlin battle, about the assault on the Reichstag, about the forcing of the Spree, he answered me very briefly: “Contact the Subbotin, to his books.

He has the whole truth! The performance of Vasily Efimovich is pleasing. I was convinced of this, having visited the ninety -seventh in Moscow in the summer of his guest. He completed the voluminous manuscript of the time, about the experience. This work, called the author “on the edge of the Earth”, with an unusual subtitle “Notes of the Old Man”, attracted the attention of Valentin Lukyanin, the editor -in -chief of the magazine Ural and, to [] happiness, appeared on his pages.

Valentin Lukyanin, in an opening word, advises the reader to the journal publication “Notes of the Old Man”: “I did so. He read slowly, calmly and, of course, he felt the whole depth of the thought of the wise Vasily Subbotin.