Biography of white -eyed Raisa

The niece of the cult writer shared unknown facts from the life of Raisa Beloglazova her works about Ulan-Ude and the townspeople, she created, being chained to bed, she once said: “And yet I was very lucky. I met many beautiful people in life. All the books that I wrote are their books. ” And in fact, the heroes of more than a dozen works are ordinary people, her and our neighbors and friends, relatives and acquaintances.

In simple stories, a fascinating plot is combined with everyday wisdom, and writing with the finest psychologism. It is not surprising that these novels, novels, stories still find a powerful response in reader hearts. Through the prism of personal memoirs of the people's writer of the Republic of Buryatia, her native niece, former librarian Lyudmila Sukhaeva, told. Unknown facts from the life of a well -known prose writer - in our material.

The Beloglazov family had three sons and the same number of daughters. Aunt is the youngest of the girls. She was born in the year. At ten years, she picked up the polio, which many children were sick at that time, and suffered paralysis. I was tormented by severe pain, although I did not complain about them. And not only did not go, but did not sit on her own, did not even attend the school later graduated from her - teachers came to the house, classmates brought homework.

Doctors from Ulan-Ude could not determine the disease for a long time, and grandfather took her daughter to the Irkutsk clinic, where she spent several months, and the professor made an accurate diagnosis-but too late. If they began to treat immediately, they could restore, probably this story was reflected in the novel “Cheremukhovy Color”, whose main character is the pianist Zhenya Golubev.

About the power of the spirit - Raisa Vasilievna read many books, studied medicine and became very savvy in this area. I knew almost everything, especially about nervous diseases. So far, my parents did not explain, I, little one, did not understand why the aunt did not walk, and looked at her feet - motionless, but elegant, with her feet like a small child.

Before reader meetings, not without outside help, she put on a standing corset of tight leather and sat in it. She breathed heavily, tired very much ... But she deftly transplanted from one chair to another, tried to move on two crutches. She was very balanced, she knew how to control herself. I was never indignant, did not be nervous, did not scream and did not cry, no matter what happened.

Even at the funeral, she asked for a sedative, but she did not shed tears. She possessed such a strong character, to such an extent internally unheated. Perhaps the disease was tempered: if it would have been cried out then, as it would live on? Always friendly, good eyes - as if glowing. Some say that we are similar to something. Family ties - at first she lived near the agricultural institute with her father and mother.

In a small cold house, she occupied the largest room. In her memoirs, she poeticly described what I saw outside the window - the clouds, trees I lived near the LVRZ with dad and mom, and every Saturday or Sunday we walked along the sand through a small forest with thin pines to visit my grandparents, grandfather and aunt. She rejoiced when she saw me - took her hand, sat down beside herself, asked: “How do you live?

You will quietly quiet down, my mother shouts: “Where are you? She loved to talk with the rest of his nephews. Then she settled on Komsomolskaya Street with my uncle, Boris, his wife Valentine - a simple woman from Gorkhon, and their children - Lena and Seryozha, whom she described in a collection of stories for children “Plasticine Boy”. At home, people constantly crowded - from small to great: neighbors, friends, acquaintances, teachers, writers, journalists.

Valentina looked after Raisa and after Boris died. The speaking surname - when I entered the Institute of Culture, did not tell about this aunt, which could provide a patronage - I wanted to cope on my own. And I was able. I studied well, I loved literature, like my dad, who knew many poems by Pushkin, Nekrasov, Lermontov, read them before going to bed and composed fairy tales on the go.

Apparently, this is our family smiles. The girl’s last name spoke for itself. One teacher saw her on a sheet with an essay and asked: “Are you not a relative of Raisa Vasilievna? Answered in the affirmative. Another history teacher asked me the same question, which seemed amazing. Indeed, in those days, not everyone knew about Rais Beloglazova, but recently many have been interested in her biography and works.

For help and support - my husband and aunt of paradise of soul in each other did not tea. She was not married, did not have children-because of the problem spine, she simply could not stand it. When my husband kissed her hand and brought flowers, it was as if blossomed. And on common feasts from her sunbed shouted: “Nikolai Mikhailovich is the best piece! After Aunt Valya lost her son, Seryozha died in 43 years, the family was left without men, and Kolya helped the house - he would fix it, he will put it on.

And then fell ill.And only thanks to the aunt who turned to familiar doctors, the husband was put in the hospital, and a month later they diagnosed. Four years later, he died ... Raisa Vasilievna always sought to help - and in the difficult nineties. Once, I, upset, went to her before laying a ring - the only golden thing. And she herself gave me a golden ring. About the way to literature and friendship with writers - as far as I remember, Aunt Paradise either lay on my stomach or sat, leaning.

But although she almost did not move, she always did something. It hangs down from the couch, puts a basin, open a tap with water and wash things, darn them. It was very purposeful. She took the German translators courses, wrote stories and sketches about nature on it, sent to the magazine and received positive reviews. I studied Russian, Soviet, foreign literature, read the magazines “New World”, “Friendship of Peoples”, “Foreign Literature” that I brought.

The day was strictly distinguished, dedicated the morning to her books, and if people came at this time, they understood: it was not necessary to disturb her. She wrote by hand and generally did everything with her hands, so she had wide, developed shoulders or printed on a typewriter and gave it to a set. In different places, including the "red corners" of the plants, she often met with readers who shared their impressions.

I was friends with poets and writers. About 25 writers came to her summer anniversary. Personally, I remember the representative Isai Kalashnikov. And when the aunt was awarded for the novel “The Cherry Tsvet”, after which there were many excited letters from people with disabilities, they ordered her a huge cake in the form of an open book with a cream branch of bird cherry. Rare books - most of all I love the little stories of Raisa Beloglazova, and many readers are the story “Ritka”, which is close to them as a story about an ordinary family, ordinary children and the main character - a summer schoolgirl who, on a coincidence of life circumstances in an extremely difficult situation.

To write her, the aunt talked with the children and took the prototypes from them. A few years ago, Ritka reprinted the son of the national writer of Buryatia - Alexei Kornakov. When I saw this book, I contacted it, introduced myself and asked for an instance. He transferred three through the Central City Library - however, only the first part. We, relatives, have no complaints for reprinting, because we do not have the means for this.

Let people read. Now the books of Raisa Beloglazova are difficult to find. And I do not have a complete collection of all works, although Aunt gave them along with copyright signatures. They took to read and did not return it back. About trips and travels - Aunt Paradise did not like to move in a wheelchair. I drove around the republic with Uncle Borey by car, and around the country - with aunt Valya by train.

She sought to better recognize her hometown, for which she talked and corresponded with everyone. I visited the resort in Arshan, where she lived with friends, visited the resort in the Baltic states, saw the Black Sea. Desperate, she bought tickets in the compartment and agreed with the guides that were released at the toilet at stops. One for all and all for one - during the war she corresponded with my father, a squadron of the squadron, about their younger brother, who went to the front at the age of 19, fought for three months and fell in Poland.

Dad writes: “Everything is fine with me. How are you there? And Aunt: “Valentine died. Mom is sick, in a terrible state. " The front postcard and a notebook sheet are still stored in my aunt and dad had a very warm relationship. It happened that he was looking for scarce products throughout the city - the same cabbage for salting - and bought both himself and her.

The New Year celebrated all together, cooked dumplings - such a tradition was brought up. Grandmother bequeathed to the children: "Never throw your sister." And they always followed this covenant. The certificate of Raisa Beloglazova was born in the family of a jeelorous driver in Ulan-Ude on May 16.