The fourth measurement. The third way. The writer and pictorialist Jury Tosik.

Having entered into apartment of the prose writer and pictorialist Jury Tosik and his wife, artistoj as if you go into a deck of a barge from the French film masterpiece of 30th years, Jean Vigo's film "Atalanta". There love of a married couple zhivopisuetsja against suburbs of Paris floating on coast Seny and poetic wonders in a cabin of the old seaman and a bachelor (charming Michel Simon); touching artlessness of style of Vigo of criticism of that time have named "avant-garde" dokumentalizmom is, speaking to modern lexicon, non-fiction, Tosik's liked style. Numerous wonders have removed to the Moscow apartment from that cabin: the glass piece on a table, similar to a huge crystal, collections of butterflies on walls alternately with landscapes in the big colour photos (photos Tosik has more than hundred thousand), books, to the manuscript etc., etc. Once it studied on fizfake the Moscow State University, bent for in metaphysics it has appeared more strongly love to physics, and it has left from a third year; Worked, travelled (on a bicycle has gone round all Union), photographed and wrote, in absentia studied at Literary institute, participated in photo-exhibitions and published books, but the mysterious metaphysics all somehow escaped. Perhaps and a family therefore did not get, considered, that it is married to the literature. Already in mature years Jury Tosik has met young, beautiful Olga, has made friends from it and has suddenly understood, that it the same free person, as well as he. Then, probably, also the undercover layer of metaphysics has opened is an immemorial aspiration of the person to freedom. For flown as one instant thanks to a vigorous muse and the assistant is written six years some novels, three collections of stories and stories, film-and film kilometres are finished shooting. And impressions of a life all were not settled. It would Seem, live and rejoice well matched Jean Vigo's to filmstars! But?! What can be pleasure, if Russia – the greatest and liked country – on the verge of a survival. Here about this artful metaphysics we also talked.

Take out rubbish from a log hut!

- Why began to write prose?

JU.A.: know, I am done not left for a long time by idea – to put a monument to the book. After all teenagers are brought up most of all by the books, many children have deduced on a way of true of product of Jack Londona, Ivan Efremova, Ivan Bunin and many other things writers who should build monuments. And Russian national fairy tale? It, as an oven in a frosty icy cold, warms soul to children. Sergey Timofeevicha Aksakov's story “Collecting of butterflies” all life I will remember: the present classics! Understand, I early remained without parents: mother has died of a tuberculosis when to me was six years, the father was lost in a road accident. I was brought up by the grandmother and the cousin; the grandmother, unfortunately, too has soon died, and sister was much more senior and not always me understood. Emotions which overflowed me in the eighth class, there was nobody to give vent. Books have pushed me to take up the pen. I described the trips on fishing and impressions of the first meetings with girls. In the ninth class I have already decided, that I will the writer necessarily. But, having left school with a gold medal, has arrived on fizfak the Moscow State University; thought, that to a smog to combine. Well, as Chekhov, for example …

Island V: Having faced lie and an external world deceit, Jury began to think much very much of the truth and has decided to write about it …

JU.A.: correctly. The child I noticed, that adults say lies much, and began to dream, that I will grow and I will destroy this sorcery. The truth is better than any lie. I hate a proverb: “do not take out rubbish from a log hut”. It is by all means necessary to take out, that in this "rubbish" not to choke. It is necessary to face a life. However, and only the truth! So we can improve a life; after all there is nothing more expensively a life.

- Books, similar, fine have brought up you. In 1991 and 1993 you, having been disappointed in liberal illusions, have rushed to expose this lie in newspaper articles. It is possible more in detail?

JU.A.: Once I was on hearing at readers, entered into a holder young and perspective. In 1987 in "Banner" there was my best seller "Pyramid", very much then made a noise. We waited for much from the burst changes; in 1991, in August, I too was near the White house and even photographed, but after August something has begun strange. I have stated the doubts in article “That you hesitate?” And others. Them have counted too sharp and did not print. The first “the Independent newspaper” has dared to pass Rubicon, editor-in-chief Vitaly Tretjakov has published article “To a question on daltonism” in which I tried to understand occurring mess. Article have entirely read on radio "Freedom". Some publications in the newspaper “New sight” have gone; while "front lines" – “the Komsomol truth” and "News" – continued to ignore my publicism. “ We very much like your articles, - one journalist admitted to me kuluarno, - but we are afraid of them to print ”. In 1992-1993 I have written articles twenty, with criticism, certainly.

- You had a present publicistic splash. Have decided to take out rubbish from “a liberal log hut”?

JU.A.: quite right. These years could become hours of triumph of Russia, but all has gone somewhere not there. The Belovezhsky Dense forest is, I consider, terrible accident. On a referendum of 76 percent of the population have supported preservation of Soviet Union, leaders of three republics have disorganised it. Boris Yeltsin with a command and with those who supported it, has brought to the harm country more than any war. Now it is all obviously. I already then wrote about it and spoke, acting on radio "Moscow". Transfer had the big success, I was overcome by phone calls; then transfer have closed.

Me in general have ceased to print. Only the newspaper "Tomorrow" then it was called "Day" which I criticised for a position extreme measure, has given the strips and printed articles (the name of one of them – “Yes will help us the God”), nothing reducing. In 1993 co-operated with the newspaper “New sight”, here I have expressed events of October; has apprehended execution of the White house as gangsterism of the cleanest water. One of my articles was called “Four lies about an event in October”.

Why I so in detail remember? This publicistic splash was not despair expression. It was faster shout, say, I can not be silent. I exposed lies of "adults", cleaned rubbish from "log hut" and faced directly to a life. Did not leave also prose though the publicism was the main thing. However in 194 year I have understood, what is it while is useless.

- There were no results after the publication of articles?

JU.A.: any! Anybody at all did not call. Unique reaction – flashed in “the New sight” a remark, that Tosik if began to stand for the State Duma, would get ours support. And all! Any call. Awfully! Twenty articles have crashed, as in emptiness. I have understood, that there have come times in something even the worst, than were at the Soviet power.

- I on a fishing tackle of liberals have not got, to slogans them at once have not believed. I understand, how hard the disappointment was gave to you. The fair writer has tried to dress a dress coat of the politician-liberal, has clasped buttons on a breast; but they have flown away at once, and seams have burst. I from other positions, but have in the same way estimated a situation.

JU.A.: certainly! Because the situation objectively was such. Any normal person and reacted. I have departed from publicism itself, and publishers have ceased to print prose. The big interval in my dialogue with readers has turned out. Recently one old friend has told to me, that then hearings as if me have killed for my sharp articles have spread. The following publication of prose has taken place in 1995 – the collection switched on reprinting of the best seller "Pyramid" and the publication of the new story "Presentation" (imagination about attempt of the Afghan at president Yeltsin, not taken place and not reached explosion).

- Persistent you the person, Jury Sergeevich! Achieve the by hook or by crook. You drive to a door, you enter into a window. Aha, the publicism supposedly "has not got" you, so receive prose!

JU.A.: prose plus a photo, I the pictorialist. I will not calm down, while heart of the reader I will not reach. At last, in 1998 in publishing house "Olympus" there was one more my book, thanks to Sergey Mikhalkov's recommendation (I could make at this time its photograph, we have communicated); not the "Presentation" which has seemed to them too sharp, and criminal prose “Treachery in the law”. Such political and publicistic detective. A documentary thing in style non-fiction about the native land and about our problems. It is everything, that at me it is printed for today. In a table has accumulated not printed six big novels and three collections of stories and stories.

- Situation, by the way, quite good. It is better to have mountain of not printed serious prose than Mont Blanc (mountain top in the Western Alpes on border of France and Italy) printing, ostensibly, book production in brilliant covers.

JU.A.: yes, certainly. I actively worked. We with Olga work six years as the bee. It – a muse and the assistant, supports me existence. And simply inspires. You see, it – young and beautiful. On June, 30th to our matrimonial union – six years. And what mountain of manuscripts! The whole collected works! And photos the large quantity has accumulated in general.

From a grasshopper to a star – divine harmony

- So you became the physicist or not?

JU.A.: no, has left from a third year. Has understood what to combine it is impossible Worked, it was typed life experience, has in absentia ended Literary institute.

- Also photographed?

JU.A.: I was engaged in a photo as soon as, it is possible to tell, have opened eyes. From the father there were cameras, he too liked it. I have started to photograph, have taken a great interest; there was an opening of the lengthening rings allowing at a short distance to embody the nature – insects, butterflies, flowers in the historical afternoon. I on this theme had some books: “ Jungle in a court yard ”(M,"Thought", 1981),“ the Moon over desert ”(M,“ the Children's literature ”, 1980),“ In the country Dark blue Mahaonov ”(M,“ the Children's literature ”, 1985),“ In search of Apollo ”(M,"Thought", 1985),“ Travel to the surprising world ”(M,“ the Children's literature ”, 1989), last – an original management to a close-up shot. In 1995 the colour album of photopainting"Touch"(M,"Polyhoney", 1995) is published. In 2000 there was a small album, a photopoem,“ As a fleeting image ”. Participated in exhibitions in the Photocenter in Gogol parkway and in different representations. Now we with Olga dream of an exhibition in a new Arena.

Island V: Look at the butterfly here this photoillustration; at it wings are opened. You know, it tamed some days this butterfly that it has not departed when it a finger opens them. Because wings at it when does not fly, are always combined. The nature has weaved what beautiful pattern on wings of butterfly Gipermnestra gelios – Solar gipermnestra.

JU.A.: I travelled much, on a bicycle have gone round Crimea, Carpathians, Ukraine, Siberia, Primorski Krai, Pribaikalye, the Average strip of Russia, the Gold ring; 12 thousand kilometres on a speedometer has wound. One, without tent; spent the night at local residents. Photographed butterflies and landscapes in Southern Primorski Krai, in the Far East, on Altai, in Tajikistan, in Central Asia. About butterflies at Nabokov I am fine written in the novel "Gift", its relation to perfect air creations completely I divide. And in "Lolita", though Nabokov, as always, the magnificent stylist, - the western maintenance: the man – everything, the woman – anything; Lolita not the person for Gumbert. But butterflies at Nabokov – wonderful! Dostoevsky's phrase “the World is already beaten the beauty” will rescue. But after all actually the beauty can rescue the world only. In a broad sense, certainly. It is beauty of human relations, beauty of the nature; that is beauty as expression of divine harmony of the world. I have a manuscript “the Mysterious world shestinogih” (shestinogie – insects), art prose with addition of scientific data; in this microcosm too all is constructed harmoniously. Beauty prinizyvaet all round us, from mikro - to a macrocosm. I have a story the "Travel" which part is published; in it the best days of my life as I went not a bicycle in loneliness are described and admired the nature. It was to what I all life aspire, - freedom. Olga same as I, the free person: at it a shower of the artist.

- How you have found Victor Pelevin's book “Life of insects”?

JU.A.: about Pelevin speak much. It is the unique book which I at it have read. To tell the truth, has not like! Not because I any bore, but psychological comparisons have seemed to me unpersuasive.

- Who in this photo?

JU.A.: a grasshopper. Close up.

- Directly philosopher. Socrat, and only! A-a, clearly why you have left with fizfaka, having studied less! Physics, that is the nature, you behold eyes metaphysics. Did not begin to pull to the diploma not to spoil "sight". Thus, however, you stand both feet on real soil; style non-fiction, and any delays. At Pelevin – fiction, that is the invented, art pose. So to say, the flight of fancy of the author prevails over flights of insects, the same grasshoppers, we will admit; as though they highly jumped, with Pelevin's easy imagination it not to keep up. At once your difference from young, from present perspective is visible. You, similar, the supporter of the traditional literature?

JU.A.: the literature is a textbook of a life, and in Russia it always was besides a unique outlet for the people. Also will be then. But now occurs mass obolvanivanie the people of TV and a stream of the commercial literature to which authors except "grandmas" it is necessary nothing. The present writer necessarily should be and the politician (my novel "Dwarfs" when will print see! ”. Anyhow? After all Russia – on the verge of a survival! Our great and liked Native land is transformed into the country of the Third world. To revive Russia – a problem of each present writer.

Conversation conducted Ruslana Ljasheva