The Story of a miracle: Alexander Shpakovsky


In a sense, he was held, but much later. Train, of course, did not get to the States, but drove to Belgium, where Alexander Shpakovsky a few years ago was granted political asylum.

And then, in the Artisan Ales even look was the epitome of non-Soviet man. But dig down, why and where he is, somehow it did not work. After all, every line of his features like object because it can be such a principle. SMOLEVICHY area, peat, an electrician at the plant — each line seemed paradoxical appearance of the hero next to O'Henry, dreams about America and some quite Nezdeshnii manners, movements and voice.

A trip to the manor Kushliany Francis Bogushevich. Left to right: Michael Kozlowski, Vintsuk Vyachorka, Ales Bialiatski,?, Author, Sergey Sys, Vintses wisely, Oleg Bembel and Kenny Kim, Alexander Shpakovsky, 1984.

It turned out to here and really a paradox, paradoxes, continuous interweaving of paradoxes. But everything in the queue.

Drozdowski — Shpakovsky

I'll start with the fact that thirty years ago bard, philosopher and anti-Soviet Shpakovsky Alexander knew how to Artisan Ales Drozdowski. After metamorphosis occurred — and Drozdowski was Shpakovsky. Well, what a ridiculous replacement bull on the turkey? — I thought. But in fact, it turned out, and a lot easier and a lot more difficult.

Shpakovsky"Drozdowski — is the name of my stepfather's father. And the roots, by blood I Shpakovsky. Drozdowski — it's just the name of the passport, and no more. And by blood I feel Shpakovsky and morally responsible for samavdaskanalenne as Shpakovsky. This is my shame and my responsibility and my pride.'s father lived with his stepfather Drozdovskaja. And they say that my grandmother was happy with Mr. Drozdovskaja. But the real grandfather was Shpakovsky. And he was buried in what is now already and my father is in a sizzling, My grandfather Shpakovsky Gregory is buried. "

DubovetsThirty years ago, when the Belarusian Artisan formed, with the participants was a miracle national identity, the Belarusian awareness, found the answer to the question "Who am I?" But it happened differently. Philosopher Shpakovsky considered responsible for the identity. Who am I? Belarusian? So, this is my personal responsibility. Who am I? Drozdowski? But this is not my biological identity as Drozdowski — name of his stepfather's father, not his grandfather. And so we need to restore this line of ancestry and their natural responsibility. Shpak should not be called Drozdov as he starling, blackbird instead. Still, these are two different birds, although not everyone looks their differences.

Similar searches for its own identity and place in all other areas — national, social, political …

Shpakovsky"Oh, for me it is a deep and tragic process. Imagine such matter … You're living in the world, what have you got the four-five, you're not even compose a song" in the language ", and respect you for it. And then it turns out that all this is superficial.

My father is constantly on stage something Belarusian read, acted in amateur performances. He was an electrician for life, a very good family man. In short, it was so, it seems, a simple man, but. As his second, this opened the bottom of why he was a simple man?

In 1944, he served in the Red Army in East Prussia and one in political studies, said that "Belarus can be separated from the Soviet Union." Before that he was in the army and was seriously injured after being injured in a reserve regiment served in Eastern Prussia. And he shoved it over to a psychiatric hospital.

And it's all been said to me after my 21 years, when I returned from the army, he told me this. And not only me, I still have two sisters and a brother. It was our family secret, that no man knew, as he did not tell us. Why did he tell you? Because I started to try to find a father, listen, why do we live here and not in Minsk? Why are not you a communist?

And we lived in the village Chernitskii Island. In Smolevichy. Between Zhodino and Smolevichy.

It turns out that I had just started asking about his relationship to the background in which we lived. And when he began to tell me his story — in 19 years it had done so — but now I realize that it just broke down mentally. Broke. After all, he was meek as a lamb. All my life. He did not speak out publicly. And I said, oh, I will not listen to (although listening) Radio Liberty and the BBC BBC. Said to me, and so it is clear what will happen. I'm already know without their stories.

For me, and because I was new in the world when he said it, it seemed to me like you can live without the information the BBC BBC and Radio Liberty? And for him it was possible. It was broken, so it was easy with no information. Inside, he had it, and the outside could not implement it. "

Dubovets: It seems that already Ales father was inside the man, a little not the same as the Soviet proletariat, among whom his father was brought up and lived. Another thing is that, broken, he did not show it outwardly, but actually it does not change anything. Let's try to understand how an electrician from Smolevichsky district that nesavetskasts that be passed to his son.


Shpakovsky"The fact that its members were Volga Germans. And he was friends with one of them, his peers, they all life corresponded with him. This was Uncle Eganes. And I Eganesam met with his uncle, and I met this clear mind, like my father. But since the Germans had tekstavanae life, Uncle Eganes could tell me a lot, to add that the father could not tell and did not. Because, as I understand it, the father just … he had no protection, that I had, I personally, along with artisan. I found myself in a workman. And that's what he was so, was so, it is probably comes from the fact that he had a best friend's uncle Eganes Veit, yet Kalingery were other names — in sizzling. Our beautiful, hissing, where there was a large manor park, which is now chezne unattended.

Park in a sizzling, the remainder of the estate Vankoviches. Photo from

It was the Soviet Germans. From childhood he was friends with them. How did they get from the Volga region in Smolevichy, I do not know. And there they lived just next door-neighbors were. And he just made friends with them, and was to some extent a part of their family. He came to them, and they treated him. And it was from a big family and it is sometimes hungry. In short, it was well with these cultured people, and he felt with them their own. Perhaps it affected him.


And I was told that some of our ancestors were … it was called "part of the room." That is, some gentlemen were members or anyone there. I do not know. Some were shlyahetnasts. And this feeling shlyahetnastsi then I meet, thank God, in our Belarusians. Most Belarusians have a feeling shlyahetnastsi. And when they come to the West, while living in the West, it only grows stronger. This is not just any there Slavic or non-Slavic nation, and this is just a beautiful nation of Belarusians. Shlyahetnasts present organically. But it is simply not understanding. Intellectuals was not our
culture just shot, ethnocide. Just killed hundreds of national writers. And this netekstavanaya shlyahetnasts ago was unconscious, but she was present, and present in my family. Intuitive shlyahetnasts Belarus — it is just what led my father.

And now, when people compliment me on the English-language forums, for example, write sometimes nice compliments, say, your words have educated me, and if I feel like I'm really in some mysterious way previously unknown to me useful to Americans who can not write, think critically in which the sea of information, and yet I fill up them something, then I do not ascribe their own merits, and the merits of my father, and the father to a completely unconscious and incomprehensible by the Belarusians shlyahetnastsi. We are at such a level, it turns out, I've lived here ten years in Western Europe, and I did not have to change here. I just had to realize that I've been told. "

Dubovets: If the free-Ales took over from his father, the philosophical bent of mind with him, most likely from the mother.

Shpakovsky"As her sister said the mother was the wisest among them.

Just yesterday I spent my two sisters here, from Belgium to Belarus, we talked a lot, long time no see. And here we find that the relationship between mother and our parents, this amazing mystical sense, it is between us and. Here we are now, the children talked, analyzed with a great love of all our drunks and ordinary people, not drunks who have moved away, and sometimes tragic, stupid, is not clear. And this sense that hovered over us during our conversations, we find that it is from our father and mother. It was between this distance, distance, common sense, and simply shlyahetnasts.

The mother was with her father at the same time. Tried in Belarusian talk, even though she was somewhere on the edge of the Belarusian ethnic group. Between Kursk and Orel. And my grandfather said, "we have a neighboring village was Belarusians".

My mother, too, was for Belarus, in the sense that she was with her father at the same time, one by one. But they did not tell us this. "


Dubovets: With regard to the origin, it remains to determine from where Ales from a young age his vlyubenasts in America. At first glance, and here it looks paradoxical. A boy from the urban village, which itself arose only in the thirties of the last century and where to move down to the peat audience from all over Belarus, always thinking of States. But when you consider that all these newcomers audience called his Chernitskii Island "free city" and she was completely migrants, everything is not so paradoxical.

Shpakovsky"In our village was to collect all of eastern Belarus, from Polessye to Vitebsk region. And there was this contradiction — who are we? We all spoke Belarusian.

Peat. Our village was the leading enterprise in the villages in Zhodino-June-large region. And here was the township, the capital, so to speak, peat enterprise "Red Flag".


Chernitskii Island and the surrounding area. On the site

Formed a settlement. And our neighboring village, and this is the FPGA, the same hissing Studenka, they called us "bitches verbovanyya." It is sad. Why? Because people gathered verbovanyya. My father came from Smalyavichy back here. And people papryehali from Vitebsk, Vishnevsky Tsishkevichy with Mugulevskay. And the feeling was that we Belarusians, and at the same time kontraversiya was a conflict. "

Dubovets: In these "beskaranevyh" situations, sometimes, the desire to find his identity escalates. In such circumstances, and at the same time in the new build and novazaselenym Novapolatsk, and not in the nearby ancient Polotsk, born several Belarusian writers, whose work topic national heritage will take first place.


Shpakovsky"I started writing songs when I was 16-17 years old, studied at the college. And the first song in Russian, and I want to own, and do not know how, there is no society. And then when I met our Belarusian medium as Craftsman, That's when my belarushchyna straightened. weak links in me has disappeared. And since then I've been trying to do everything in Belarusian.

I worked as an electrician. In the Soviet Union, I felt a lot of resistance philosophical maralnasny, and I was probably mentally and liked to be more free — is working as an electrician. "

Dubovets: When the artist was a lot easier and freer to live because of personality profession, poet or philosopher or the bard had to choose between nemastatskih professions, and not the most personal and provided free profession electrician. With the poets electricians Golubovic and Minkin … And Lech Walesa …

Shpakovsky"And here I was working as an electrician at hlebakambinatse Slyasarnay Street in Minsk. And the director, Mr. Arynenka, he was a Ukrainian, says: Look, you're talking about in the Belarusian language, and at work in Russian? My brother is the same in Ukraine nationalist, just like you. Why do not you talk and work in Belarusian. You want to win, you have to take all the … Since then another full circle, I began to work with the moral assistance of the director to speak Belarusian " .

Dubovets: For his '54 Alexander Shpakovsky lot where he had been, and a lot had seen enough. And much he changed his mind, before joining Artisan, which was clearly non-Soviet man. Even it was strange. And I think that this, too, was once an ardent anti-Soviet pioneers and Komsomol members were …

Odd man out

Shpakovsky"I even had a candidate member of the party. And he worked in the district committee of the Komsomol. Why? Because I was correct. I was right, but simply notable.

In Vilnius I lived then. After the Army, his aunt says, come to live in Vilnius. And my mother was not there, I was in the army, my mother died in 1976. And I went after the army to live in Vilnius. He worked in the factory radio devices on the street Shevchenko.

And I just shared my thoughts, that the Komsomol should such events do, so it was interesting, and then the young people will go to the Young Communist League, and so on. Naturally, I noticed. And then I was appointed … I worked in the October district Komsomol committee of the city of Vilnius third secretary. "

Dubovets: And while spyaliv chest "viper" anti-Soviet …

Shpakovsky"It's not me spyaliv. This made its way into my real picture. And then I grew up so morally, that has become a" dog in the manger, "a stranger among his own among strangers. And just walked away.

Me from all of this has already been sick, I measured my soul all this dvaistasts them. I've been at meetings where heard this foolish ambition, I enjoyed all of these benefits … Czech beer, special shops, etc. And I have since returned to Belarus with a view … I have already had a fighting spirit on beloruschinu. May responsibility was already on the orders of magnitude higher than before. "

Dubovets: On his "correctness" in our programs, and other told maystrovtsy. As they rightly lived, thought, acted, and it is gradually pushed them up the career ladder, until something strange happened. At a certain level of this ladder to go on, they had to abandon its correctness and to take
the opposite rules. They opened the secrets of the system with its cynicism and dvuhablichnastsyu hluslivastsyu. But our "right" were correct, not in words, not for the view, but in reality. And just could not get others wrong. As a result, the correctness of the system unfolded exactly one hundred and eighty degrees.


In 1978 Shpakovsky comes in absentia on the philosophy of the Baku State University. He was taught by Gennady Pear, studied with him Jacob Roman, and in parallel with it ended up learning Ales Kamotskii. This I mean that in the Artisan Shpakovsky came as an electrician at hlebakambinatse and part-time students to philosophy.

Shpakovsky: "In Minsk there was already a sufficient amount of information, and people told me, but you're a nationalist, you're talking in Belarusian, and over your nationalists gather. And I said, come, will be the celebration of Kupala. Centenary. Come there and there . I come back and there. Well, I was there and "melted." Because I saw myself, I saw my people.

A trip to the manor Kushliany Francis Bogushevich. From left to right: Alexander Shpakovsky, Oleg Bembel, Michael Lyapeha, author, Michael Kozlowski, Vintses wisely, Vintsuk Vyachorka, 1984.

This was Vyazynka. Then the elder gentleman spoke Marochkin and he Aesopian language taught all of our problems, and the KGB carried out their work and record it, hanging their bags on the branches over our company. Just record it. "

"In UGNATS STATES paravozy"

DubovetsAles go to work, to school, at a meeting of Artisan, and most thought about it — how to escape abroad.

Shpakovsky"Really, it was, to be honest. KGB stopped me when I myself wrote a letter to them, that let me out of the Soviet Union. Why do I write? Because I wanted to leave and so, and that. And wanted to leave before Eganesa uncle and uncle Eganes gave me all the calls. And I was the local administration did not start for the Soviet border. And I was so desperate, I just wrote, let me go, I'm still not a Soviet citizen.

And May 20, 1985 KGB just came to work, grabbed me right in the working attire, stuck in his big "Volga". On the sides sat two guards sitting in front Khizhnyak investigator Victor Mihalavich, which I then dried interrogations. For the fact that we did plan with my brother peraplystsi Black Sea to Turkey via scuba, etc. And already conducted training as a swim under the surface of the sea.

On the train did not run away, did not want to shoot anyone and did not intend. But wanted to run away. And while I was sentyment. During the Vietnam War, a Polish man fought on the side of the Americans, and the last words he said, If I perish, I beg you to take the citizenship States. And he was killed. Here I had the feeling is like. "

Dubovets: As one would assume, the train never made it to the States, because he could not swim.

Shpakovsky"I was in Belgium in 1999. And we could leave here after we were given some papers positive. I could go to my home, so to speak, America, and forget all the problems. With me all the way around. problems — go ahead. And I serve the problems. Anyway, now I would not want to leave, even though I still love America. But I believe that if a person knows as much as me, his personal life does not matter. "

Joint cake in honor of the 18th anniversary of Alina Sadouskaya. Artisan, the Palace of Trade Unions, in June 1983. Alexander Shpakovsky in the center.


Dubovets: Back in the Artisan Alexander Shpakovsky known as the Bard. As if to counterbalance assertive Sokolov-Voyusha, the songs were like Shpakovsky of an optional program — melancholic, abstract, philosophical. Some were already in the Belarusian language, and one, it was in Russian, I then translated into Belarusian:

I'm tired, my friends, I was exhausted,
Faint of foot threshold,
Even the sun is tired of the sunset
On Christmas tires annually.

Ales continue to write songs and now, in Belgium. Stylish and moody, they are no different from those that were written in the artisan.

The morning after the master Kupala 1983 on the Neman. The case sets up Alexander Shpakovsky guitar.

Shpakovsky"The most amazing thing in my ekspiryens bard, bard in my experience that I discovered the mechanism of creation, when the hand is leading the angel of creativity, you do not write it myself. So I wrote some of his stuff."

Dubovets: As a philosopher, said in Artisan Ales maxims. One I then wrote in his diary: "Our people are not religious ideals, so they do not believe in their abstraction." Personally, it means a lot to me and to the people's attitude towards Belarus, to the language, and the relationship between them. Indeed, the abstract concepts do not have any weight if the balance in the mind of God does not have.


Prior to his departure to Belgium Ales engaged in private business than going to do today.

Not once you learn in this alien maystrovtsa Shpakovsky.

Shpakovsky"I am now an unemployed person who has the ambition to find a job of their dreams. Occupy their business around here — that's what I'm planning and what I cook placement services.

In the next 11 years, I have modified to retirement, and 65. And as soon as I have modified to retirement, I throw it and continue my work. And I live somewhere where I will not. Where there will be no threat to me to live. Near Minsk. In Shpakovschine. There is a village Shpakovschina in the Minsk region. And to be a member of the Popular Front, and create our national imagination, which develops into eternity, to infinity. In short, I dream to live at home.

With the United States I have a great relationship. But since there is freedom there, I go there and do not.


I am a conservative right person, I want to stand with both feet on the ground. Belarus is more important to me than myself. For me, artisan — is a miracle.

The most vivid memories — it's personalities from Artisan. First, of course, Vintsuk Vyachorka. This for me was the Yanka Kupala. Now I understand that it is an outstanding scientist who has great potential. Ivashkevich — Young, a proud citizen of Minsk. Girls — it's just angels for me. Genyk … All this Dawn, which is now. This is gold, which never dimmer. And for me it is the most vivid memories of the most beautiful — that touch our souls.

We resisted. Came to me to work the KGB was responsible, send for a purpose informer, and so on. And we all carry in my heart something that united us. We maystrovtsy. And we never did not trust anyone, that remained between us … And it was gold. It remained in the same place lie. Treasure for me — it's Artisan personalities. "

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