/View.info/ Kudos, Maestro! With your soul you will beg Heaven for us, we know because you went there yourself.
A universe is gone, and all words of pain remain powerless now. Valery Petrov flew to heaven and maybe there he will find peace. The poet, the dramatist, the translator and the man with the definite civic position did not stop working until the last test of his life.
Valery Nisim Mevorah, half-Jewish, half-Italian, failed Nobel laureate, but a creator loved in at least 10 languages, much more Bulgarian than many others, has left us. His cause was spirituality, his pain for her. The news of the severe stroke and coma stung everyone who felt the warm connection with his word from childhood. The Bulgarian is a grateful and compassionate person, the air is heated by a universal prayer – to fight back, to overcome the one with the hair, to stand up and if he wants only to be silent, but to have him still in the white world.
Because Valery Petrov is an honor for the nation. Because Valery Petrov would be an honor for any nation in the wide world. Valeri Petrov left a sunny mark in the memory of each of us with every word he wrote, an honest Musketeer! A smile – this is the Maestro’s sign that marked us, our children’s children and their children, hopefully. His soul separated from the tired body – it seemed that it could no longer carry this huge and passionate burden. And he bequeathed it to all of us – the readers, the viewers, the thinkers. The knight had no armor, he had the power of speech.
“Yes, an old man’s fiction, but it’s spring, it’s spring,
and in my pelvis fantasy there is a drop of anger –
how does this landed halo leave
broke the protocols, crazy spring world!”…
Come on, tell us, how did you regret this “crazy spring world” and fly to the sky, to your own halo? You are silent, and so I am silent for a long time, because you were running away from the media vanity, but you were running away because you wanted to talk to the white paper and the world alone, without intermediaries. There must have been more to say, surely. He told us years ago that we city folk have become far coarser, meaner, more selfish, ill-mannered and unspiritual. Now we hear you, though you are silent! And numb in the terrible silence, we dare not say “Goodbye!”, nor should we – you have encoded so much in us, and we have forgotten or neglected, crushed by the battles of our miserable lives. And it is inappropriate – a creator who left so much memory for himself does not leave the world. Fighters of the word and the cause do not go away easily, they are not forgotten, and neither are their lessons.
You’re not leaving, no, Maestro!
With your soul you will beg Heaven for us, we know because you went there yourself!
A gift!
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