Biography of Kalmykov Vladimir

Since childhood, he dreamed of becoming a military man, and although, already in his youth, a poetic gift was manifested in his youth, his love of literature was perceived by him as a vacation, a hobby. An unexpected trouble overtook Vladimir Kalmykov, a cadet of a military school, at the post. The day before they made some medical vaccinations, and now at the post he had a strong temperature, he lost consciousness.

Woke up in the hospital. And a terrible diagnosis, as a sentence: multiple sclerosis is a disease against which medicine does not yet have effective drugs. It was a year. It seemed that he was still ahead, because he was only 18 years old. But since then, inhumanly difficult, day after day, the struggle against the disease, tearing out of the hands-a crutch, from under the feet-from the fingers-a pencil.

But he always tried to find joy in everything. A kind of indomitable spirit lived in it. Vladimir manifested a poetic gift. He is so simple and declares: I do not stand in your system, my native army of Soviets, now my weapon is a singing pen of the poet. First, from under the pencil, when it did not fall out of the hands, and then lines and stanzas of the first poems appear from under the keys of the typewriter.

They are published on the pages of the Novocherkassk city newspaper Banner of the Commune, the regional newspaper Molot, and then in his first book published in Rostov. Reading them, you see with what difficulties the sincerity, immediacy of feelings, thoughts, images gain a complete poetic form. Readers noticed the purity and sincerity of his soul, as well as the tragic and courageous fate of the author.

The poet began to be invited to performances in libraries, institutes, to the enterprises of Novocherkassk. They just drove up to his house on the street of people's cars and took the author to literary evenings. The wheelchair was brought into the audience, put on the stage, and the poet read his poems to the Novocherkassk workers, students, schoolchildren, performed with his new verses before Rostov’s youth.

Strong friendship began with Kalmykov with students of the mining and geological college and the Novocherkassky military, with whom he even went to exercises.

And the writing machine on the Peoplenaya Street did not know the rest. And the stronger the ailment came, the more violent the poet resisted, the more intense he worked. And in the end, there was still obedient only one finger that can be hit on the keys of the typewriter. And the keys often blurred before their eyes, as vision was weak. If the wife has not yet returned from work or a daughter from school, then there was no one to write down the newly found, elusive word.

In the year the poet was gone. In a small one -story house, where the poet’s creative workshop was located, the poet’s apartment was nearby in a standard five -story building, a museum was opened. Here you could see a wheelchair, a cabinet with a poet’s favorite books, a telephone connection with the outside world, the poet, the poet, tried to maintain physical shape, the guitar on the wall loved to sing, and on the desktop-the same typewriter with a piece of paper on a roller, embedded in his last hour.

The museum was popular among residents of Novocherkassk and guests of the city. A literary circle for the disabled who engaged in creativity worked at the museum. But a few years ago, after the death of the widow of the poet, who was in charge of the museum, he was closed. What remains in memory of the poet? Lane of his childhood in the area of ​​the Novocherkassk-Seminarsky railway station, now the street named after Kalmykova, the poet’s house on the street.

Kalmykov is the author of poetic collections that came out during his lifetime: “in the ranks” and “Return” three books were published after the death of the poet: “I go on the ground”, “The world is unlike” and “Favorite verses and prose”