the pranks spared no one
He was the epitome of humor. Not sprightly species that throws jokes, gives away the smirk and wink familiarly right and left, and the restrained and ironic, mercilessly impartial — article signed “Anatoly Rubinov” forced to cold of the high chiefs.
In the “Literary Gazette” of the era of Alexander Chakovsky Areopagus “Golden pen” has forged a feast for the eyes: Arkady Vaksberg, Eugene Rich, Olga Chaykovskaya… Anatoly Rubinov allocated inexhaustible imagination and thirst of endless draw. Easy, energetic, boyish mischievous (in a respectable, static, gravitating to the team), he didn’t pavonica, and disavowed wespennest, muffled pathos, turned high reasons — do not speak: a trivial episode — in a circus slapstick, eccentric, attraction. Involved others (sometimes against their will) in flowing swirls of artful fun, extracted from the Genesis stories the quintessence of laughter.
I say, Anatoly Z. was a war, never spread, except that given in the newspaper on may 9 (I was the editor of this newspaper and insisted), his photo in his cap and uniform. He was the kindest, otzyvchivyy and piously believed in the goodness of people. Near the military enlistment office found pharmacy constricted by the elastic several of old notes, imagined: friend has lost a veteran, disabled. Put an ad: found money — and wondered how many fake masters yearner take possession of these remains.
do Not wash
In the corridor editor Anatoly Rubinov saw workers palwasha in boxes of burnt-out fluorescent lighting, asked for a box, sealed and the parcel was sent from a distant post office to the editor as “LG” in the Department of Economics. Accompanied by a letter: that’s what lights supply the plants. Indicated return address: real, one of his friend. The name was invented intricate: Lindenbraten. This questionable name is not alerted by a colleague (and friend) Alexander Rubinov force, levikov, as, was sent to an unknown Lindenbraten detailed answer: according to several low quality bulbs it is difficult to judge the supplier. Force, levikov, as interested to clarify the objectivity of the big picture he was a conscientious journalist — how many lamps burning in the premises of the enterprise?
Rubies-Lindenbraten responded with a sharp rebuke (in the suspicious spirit of the time and surrounded by enemies of the socialist state): “Why do you want to know how many lamps burning in our building? This secret information. We have a secure facility. The number of lamps you can determine its capacity. Report on your unhealthy, disturbing curiosity place”.
Anatoly Z. sometimes attracted me to participate in their General concern the phantasmagoria. I witnessed the final call force, levikov, as (he was relieved that it was a hoax) and Rubinov.
Rubies: “are You scared that you’ll be caught and exposed, you do not want to be a spy, you turned back!”
of Levick: “I wrote that I military secrets are not necessary.”
Rubies: “You insisted on meeting in the editorial office, in the presence of witnesses to prove that it is not a spy.”
Levikov: “Why should I be afraid?”
Rubies: “What gets busted! You wouldn’t have washed from suspicions.”
Levikov was really scared. The Soviet era: everyone is watching every… each And every suspects.
yum-baranochki
the Next victim was the head of the Department of letters Zalman Rumer. When I, as a young man, crossed the threshold of the LG, Zalman A. has been in years, but strictly told me to call him “you” — criminal habit. He is in the beginning of his promising fate, in the position of editor of “Komsomolskaya Pravda”, was arrested. In his office, two men entered and told me to follow them. Rumer sincerely said: “can Not, must sign a number of print”. Two did not argue, wait until the newspaper laid out and released in the light, and after that the night took endowed with a heightened sense of civic responsibility employee of the ideological front.
In the camp, where Rumer was serving a considerable period of time, when searching him found written by hand a poem by Konstantin Simonov “Wait for me, and I’ll be back…” On the anniversary of Konstantin Mikhailovich Rumer joked that he has the right to be identified as the author of these lines — along with the poet. The guards were uneducated (we exaggerate literary knowledge most reading nation of the world) and imagined: an appeal to the beloved does not come from the soldier who shed blood on the front lines and languishing in the captivity of an enemy nation. Rumer sternly questioned: “Confess, bitch, who the author”. He didn’t talk, even when beaten, “I wrote.”
Later, the daughter Seeds Interscope, editor-in-chief “Evening Moscow” and Rumer neighbor in the communal apartment, told me: liberated from the camp Zalman, who was forbidden to appear in Moscow, was secretly visiting his wife and son. That night came the search. Indursky, risking his head, Rumer hid in his room.
Anatoly Z. called ex-con Romero and changed voice (he is good one day claiming to be some kind of Alevtina Borisovna, he the old lady’s shrill lamentation brought to a frenzy of parducci) had the famous shock-worker of Communist labor Valentina gaganova:
— have You ever interviewing me. Why it happens that people barely stopped��t be desired forget about it?
Rumer excited, put her (him?), in short, the imaginary Valentina Gaganova meeting. Was proud of: an outstanding friend remembered him.
Anatoly Z. knocked his accomplice Lelia Kokashinsky to ask Rumer: was not received in its mailroom of the glorious Communist beginnings — needed publication on the subject. Rumer usarli:
— Make a strip about Gaganova!
a day significant date the editors have covered the buffet table: candy, biscuit, coffee. Rubies called Romero shortly before the expected appearance of the eminent visiters (mobile phones did not exist) and a rough male voice demanded:
— I Rumor.
Rumer replied with dignity, but annoyed (he was preparing for a lyrical dialogue):
— Rhumor — in Italy. And I am — Rumer.
— What a difference! The husband Gaganova. What you want from my wife? What kind of meeting she prescribed? Enough, started chores, I her from social activities discourage, will wash the floors and dishes. Here will come and will stuff your face.
Rumer fell into a rage:
— How dare to say that about a woman! I have an article to write. I you expose. Where do you work?
— Institute for the development of mineral resources “Sarasota”.
just as was stated. Rumer is only able to utter:
— What it is — sharash.
But he was completely demoralized and confused. I called the Secretariat and a small voice said that he would be writing an article on the Domostroi.
Rubies Doge the situation and asked that Rumer was notified: if the meeting is cancelled, it is necessary to hand over the candy and cookies in the kitchen.
Delicate Rumer hesitated:
Awkward. The staff gathered… to See Gaganov.
the Team, warned Ruby, was really looking forward to: what will happen? Rubies have personally been to the buffet and began to intensely absorb the food. Rumer stared. Rubies laughed.
— Take expenses.
Blonde at the other end of the car
In a half-empty subway car on the evening of Rubies was driving home. At the other end of the car, the curvy blonde was having an animated conversation with a group of young people. At the bus stop walked Viktor Perevedentsev (known sociologist, his articles regularly published in the “LH”) — it always hovered in the clouds, or was absorbed, with its huge portfolio. Anatoly Zaharovich has cercano note and asked the passengers to pass it on to Victor, and he closed the newspaper: “Dear Victor! I don’t know if you can call it that, once such a right had. Here already half an hour, you sit in the car and don’t notice or want to notice me. If you do it intentionally — I’m sorry.”
Viktor absent-minded wearing glasses (he was myopic), searched his memory and went with a huge portfolio through the whole car to the lady. Started something she has to figure out — obviously, remembering intimate details. As a result almost shlopotat in physical��of anomie. In bewilderment he returned to his place. Rubies newspaper down, Victor saw him. But long remained in prostration.
