In Volgograd said goodbye to the poet and prose writer Vasily Makeyev n

According to Volgogradskaya Pravda.ru, the poet died on November 13 at the age of 78: the last days he spent in intensive care after a stroke, the condition then improved, then again worsened.

Vasily Makeev was born in 1948 in the farm Kleimenovskoye Novoanninsky district. He began to write poetry in childhood: according to the memoirs of his sister Natalia Makarkina, already at the age of 10, rocking his younger sister Olga in the crib, he composed lines for her.

The debut collection “Sky on Shoulders” was released when the author was only 17 years old. Later they saw the light of “Bow”, “It’s time for honey collection”, “Hayzornnik”, “Under the Cossack sun”, “Cossack earring” and other books. At the age of 23, Makeev became the youngest member of the Union of Writers of the USSR.

The work of the poet was closely connected with his native places: he sang the Don steppe, the Cossack way of life and his farm - what he called a small homeland. For the depth of images and lyricism he was often called “Don Yesenin”.

A significant part of Makeev’s life was pedagogical work: for 35 years he led a literary studio and brought up a whole galaxy of authors. Students remember him as a strict but fair mentor who did not tolerate falsehood, but, noticing the spark of talent, helped to reveal it.

Thus, the poet Elena Khripunova calls Makeev his first literary mentor, and Natalia Syrtsova, who began to study in the studio at the age of 13, says that he treated her as a daughter and largely determined her creative path. Writer Mikhail Malyshev remembered the head of the studio as a person who deeply knew both classics and modern poetry, and treated the studios fatherly.

Colleagues emphasize not only the scale of Makeev’s talent, but also his human qualities. The wife of the poet Tatiana Bryksina remembers him as a complex, but kind and completely devoid of envy.

Vladimir Ovchintsev, Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation, noted that, chanting a small homeland, Makeev glorified the whole of Russia, and Mikhail Smotrov, chairman of the Volgograd branch of the Union of Writers of Russia, said: With the departure of Makeyev, a whole era has passed - there is no one to replace such people.

At the farewell ceremony sounded not only warm memories, but also the poems of Vasily Makeyev - lines that many have sunk into the soul.