City #31 01 октября 1999

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Beatles - the story of a certain Makarevich legendapnom Kolya Vasin.

   *********** BEATLES FOREVER ***********


(C) A. Makarevich


  From the first arrival (in Leningrad - VK) I've heard
always the name of some legendary Coley Vasin.
Pronounced it with a special respect, and almost
no trepidation. At one of the gigs, I was told that
Vasin will. I, incidentally, was worried. After a few songs for 
me bumped, crushed and raised in Air burly fellow in a beard 
and hippovyh attributes. Between kisses, he valued our game 
words that I'm here with good intentions, and the triumph of 
publicity cause I can not. The eyes are surrounded by my 
friends in Leningrad, I felt that they are "released". Then I 
learned that Kohl Vasin, As a rule, the estimates strict, and 
the views of his are considered. That evening we found 
ourselves in his house. We were shaking for a long time in the 
tram, fellow musicians, smiling enigmatically, looked at us, 
and I realized that we can expect some kind of shock. I even 
anticipated that this will be connected to the Beetle. But such 
a course, I did not expect. What a house! What Museum! We 
suddenly found ourselves inside a magic box filled with a 
Beatle. There was not a square millimeter, without the Beatles. 
The space left in the twilight, and although, as I understand 
it now, was small - seemed boundless, and multidimensional. 
Beatles viewed with photographs, posters, paintings of various 
artistic merits, with icons on the curtains, themselves with 
the curtains, with bookcases and shelves for LPs and cassettes. 
In the corner, even located a stuffed Ringo Starr's life-size, 
showing all the "goat" that is "Love." And all this is burning 
wild colors and breathed the true spirit hippovym. May have in 
the world some people are not inferior Kolya Vasin in awareness 
about the life of the Beatles. Some Hunter Davies ... I do not 
know. But omniscience Cawley struck me. Struck, as he gathered 
it all bit by bit, living in Leningrad, and the kind of love all

it was mixed. He could ask that
for example, did John eleventh August 1964
at eight o'clock in the evening, and in response was immediate
story, and, uttering the names of the Beatles, Nick stuttered 
from tenderness. His hut for a long time was my favorite place 
in St. Petersburg. I could stay there for a few days, and when 
Nick left for work, took one of his albums and reading the 
evening. Albums Kohl did himself. They are impossible to 
describe - they should be see. They were impossibly high 
volumes, containing life of the Beatles in the articles, 
lyrics, photos, it is, Colin, paintings and pictures, as well 
as comments. This great work, steeped in a genuine love that 
has settled on a release of energy Kolya they almost glowed in 
the dark. 

  Kohl was a maximalist. He or liked - before strangulation
in the arms, or did not like at all, looking away, physically 
could not say something good, if he does not liked it. But what 
I "was" yes "was". Kohl alive Vasin, thank God, and has long 
moved from the wild Rzhevka at the center of St. Petersburg and 
moved his museum, only here death of John Lennon's much his 
bent, and may be from that, he left himself in what was to

eightieth year. Maybe the way it should be. I have it
I see sometimes and love him very much.

  Four times a year - birthdays of John, George, Paul and Ringo 
- Kohl grandiose purely Petrograd seiche in their honor. Its 
energy does not knew no bounds. The artists drew posters and 
paintings musicians learned songs specially for the birthday 
child this day. And it all happened completely without any 
money, which resulted in the surprise and Leningrad disbelief 
vigilant cops. Seiche passed with a huge number of groups, in 
the end they used to play something together - the spirit of 
the holiday was approaching the religious. Even the port in the 
toilet pilsya soulfully, only the Beatles, and did what an 
outrage it is not passed. I have a couple of times visited of 
birthdays and carried a sad feeling that St. Petersburg's 
musical tusovka somehow more friendly in Moscow (although in 
the capital, we were all friends). I do not could imagine such 
a child of pure, altruistic public gatherings of people, such a 
general enlightenment in the capital of our country. Maybe

Moscow has simply not been a Vassin Coley.