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Was born in 1967 in Riga. He studied at the hockey sports school "Dynamo" (Riga). Finished performances due to an injury. Having entered the VGIK at the screenwriting and directing department, but preferred business to study. He was in charge of a branch of a large Latvian bank in Moscow. Owned an insurance company. Then he went into journalism. For 7 years he headed the sports department in the largest Russian newspaper in the Baltic countries - Vesti Segodnya. He worked at the radio station "SWH +", where he conducted sports reviews and a program dedicated to Russian rock - "Empire of Rock". Has published in the Latvian glossy magazines, as well as in the literary magazines "Volga" and "Siberian Lights".

Lives in Riga.

In response to Makarevich's song "My country has gone crazy" Mikhail Shakhnazarov wrote a parody, posting it on Facebook. Shakhnazarov himself explained the motive behind this act as follows:

"Andrei Makarevich wrote the song" My country has gone crazy ", with which he offended me."

Andrey Makarevich

My country has gone crazy

Do not choose a country when they are born
And we will never break this thread
My country went to war
And I couldn't stop her

To whom the power and sweetness, to whom the prison and the sum
And I cannot overcome this pain
My country has gone crazy
And there is nothing I can do to help her

And what to do here, and how to be here
If everything is now upside down
No need to grow halos and wings
You just have to not be shit

And I'm sure of only one thing
It's time to choose
But if you decided not to be shit
And it's easy to live and die

Mikhail Shakhnazarov

Fecal sonnet

There was a time I was friends with Pegasus
The muses gave me wine to drink
But I lost my mind with a land mine
And my country has become shit

Irretrievably damaged by the mind
Under the bloody KGB wing
By the way, I dreamed about Pennsylvania
You can't be born with shit in it

And I also had a dream that I was a genius
That I am riding on a white horse
And in Russia everything is unchanged
So my dear drowns in shit

I am talented, smart and beautiful
Friends I understood this a long time ago
It's a pity that the doctor disagrees with me
He said I was just shit

We will remind, the leader of the group "Time Machine" Andrei Makarevich previously presented his song entitled "My country has gone crazy." The new song conveys the singer's attitude to the events taking place between Ukraine and Russia. Earlier, Makarevich had already been sharply criticized by his fans when he went to Ukraine to hold a concert in the territory of Donbass controlled by the National Guard.

After his concert, the singer faced open hostility from many Russians who supported the Novorossiya militia in the civil war in Ukraine. Some deputies and public figures suggested depriving the musician of state awards. Because of this, Makarevich even turned to Vladimir Putin for help. In a letter to the president, the musician asked for “protection from attacks,” and explained that he went to Ukraine only to support the refugees. However, the singer Andrei Makarevich was not noticed in the noticeable support of the latter.

- Mikhail Shakhnazarov

Mikhail Shakhnazarov

11/23/2018, Crimea, Sevastopol
11/22/2018, Crimea, Simferopol, 18-00, library. AND I. Franko (street Embankment, 29a). 11/23/2018, Crimea, Sevastopol, 18-00, Central Library. Tolstoy.

On November 22, Russian journalist Mikhail Shakhnazarov will come to Simferopol at the invitation of the A3 Format International Media Club.

In the Crimean capital, he will take part in a public meeting on the topic: "Russian media: the degree of freedom."

Knowing how to talk about the serious with humor and seriously about the funny, Mikhail Shakhnazarov raises acute issues of both world politics and the moral and ethical level of modern Russia, which is reflected in contemporary art: literature, cinema, music. “Even in the nineties, when almost everything was allowed, when it was hard for people of creative professions to survive, directors and actors did not think about making films that could trample on sacred for the sake of popularity and money. Now they do not think, but do. Probably because now everything is possible, ”Shakhnazarov said.

Shakhnazarov's political statements are no less sharp. When this imposing man takes the floor on talk shows on federal channels, both TV viewers and people present in the studios expect sparkling words from him. The witty, eloquent and quick-witted speaker vividly and accurately expresses theses that many do not dare to pronounce on the big screens.

“You come across the statements of some home-grown liberals and think: what keeps them in Russia? - Michael asks a fair question. - After all, they are in a country where they are terribly hated. And they, in turn, do not like "quilted jackets", "Colorado" and other patriots. It's very simple: liberals adore another Russia, out of their fantasies. With homosexuals kissing on Red Square, with girls of easy virtue dancing and screaming in temples. And, of course, with shelves full of delicacies. After all, the main thing is unlimited freedom and the opportunity to have a good meal ... "

A native of Riga, Shakhnazarov comments on life in modern Latvia, which, according to the journalist, “resembles a booth with elements of pocket balancing act. The politicians are interesting here. They like to talk about the threat from Russia. "

Shakhnazarov calls the current political situation not even a cold, but an "ice war." “Wars are different - hot and cold, with the use of weapons. Now we are experiencing a new round of such a war, which can be freely called ice, ”the journalist believes.

You can talk with Mikhail Shakhnazarov about the state of affairs in modern journalism, about "understandable" and "misunderstood" trends in art, discuss the influence of political events on the moral and ethical image of Russians on November 22 at 18-00 in Simferopol, in the library hall named after AND I. Franko (Naberezhnaya str., 29a) and on November 23 in Sevastopol at 18-00, in the Central Library. Tolstoy.

Free admission with mandatory preliminary registration by phone +7 978 771 09 37, +7 978 7315446 or by e-mail: [email protected]

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Mikhail Shakhnazarov was born in 1967 in Riga. He also studied at the Dynamo hockey sports school. After the injury, he completed professional hockey lessons.

Then he entered the VGIK at the directing department, then went into business. He became the head of a branch of a large Latvian bank in Moscow. Before leaving for journalism, he owned an insurance company. After these events, for 7 years he headed the sports department in the newspaper "Vesti Segodnya", widely known in the Baltic countries. In 2013 he moved from Riga to Moscow, where today he conducts his professional journalistic and literary activities.

"On the left is a hammer, on the right is a sickle" - a work for those who were born and raised in the USSR, as well as for those who have not seen those times, but really want to know how life in the country really was. Time and place of action: mid-eighties, one of the union republics. Borjomi water, Beryozka foreign exchange store, scarce imported boots that were accidentally "thrown out" in the general store, and restaurants that can be accessed without queuing only by acquaintance, trips to the collective farm by the entire work collective ... In general, all that that the country would be glad to forget, but remember with such pleasure, having gathered "over a glass of tea."

There is more laughter than sadness in Double Bass and a Jar of Truffles. “It contains a part of my life, the life of my friends and the city, which remained only in my memories,” says Mikhail Shakhnazarov. - When you walk along the streets familiar from childhood, you involuntarily begin to revive in your memory certain moments associated with your past. And you find yourself in an invisible cloud of nostalgia - a feeling that many consider sad. Nothing like this! Nostalgia gives us the very contrasts that make memories bright, sad, and dear to the heart. Here, and about journalists, and about the smuggling aces, and about love, without which no book can live. And the main thing is that all these stories are real. "

Mikhail Shakhnazarov. Photo from personal archive

With the introduction of a ban on the import of certain types and varieties of overseas food, representatives of the liberal-minded intelligentsia lined up in a queue of mourners for prosciutto, parmesan and shrimp. And how they moaned! They groaned despite the fact that most of those who sobbed for gastronomic delights yesterday could not distinguish mussel from oyster. But progressive individuals are ready to prove with foam at the mouth that, for example, grandparents taught them to eat with chopsticks from childhood, and caring parents simply did not let them go to school without sandwiches with ham and salmon. Yes, fullness to you.

This, of course, is bad when, thanks to the conquests of the ideas of communism, a person in childhood saw nothing but liverwort sausage and Druzhba cheese curds, and an ugly toy car was rolling around empty store shelves. But you shouldn't forget about spirituality either. After all, not a single salmon, kreakly!

Moreover, the adherents of the white ribbon brotherhood are so fond of reflecting on spirituality, their immense love for the Motherland and the fact that the Motherland must be saved at all costs. And you can save in different ways. Some organize protests on the stormy Internet, while others continue to argue that rock is peace.

So, a veteran of Soviet and Russian rock Andrei Makarevich visited a refugee camp in Donbass, for whom he sang his old songs. True, refugees cannot be divided into strangers and friends. Refugees are unhappy people who need long-term support.

The question arises. Why didn't Andrei Makarevich go with concerts to the camps of those people who live under tents in Russia? Is the voyage to the territory controlled by the Ukrainian security forces and the performance of Andrey Vadimovich, accompanied by the waving of Ukrainian flags, an invisible pass to the concert venues of Kiev, Dnepropetrovsk or Lvov? Undoubtedly.

However, first of all, his desire to grow old with fanfare is noticeable. Only one rocker in this situation did not take into account. Together with him, his songs grow old. But rather not so. His songs will never be young, eternal.

Let us turn to the involution of the bard.

When "Machine" was the first number in Russian rock, people exclaimed: "Makarevich! This is class! What poetry he writes! " The times of commerce brought some adjustments: “Makarevich? Is that the one who cooks meatballs on the TV? " Further more.

They will forget about poetry and meatballs, but they will remember how they supported the punishers until the end of their days and songs. The first reaction to the Donbass tour of Makarevich is already there. The musician was advised against visiting Crimea. Apparently, tickets for concerts in Moscow will soon be distributed exclusively among liberals and those who sympathize with the creator. In Russia, they always knew how to feel sorry. Even those who are not worthy of it.

And here is another wonderful savior. American actors have become frequent visitors to Russia. Steven Seagal plays the blues to the glory of Donbass in Crimea, Mickey Rourke visited Moscow. The latter, on occasion, bought a T-shirt with the image of the President of Russia at GUM. I did a good deed, because the project with T-shirts is charitable, and the proceeds will go to the treatment of the children.

But everything is not so simple, considered the well-known disc jockey Misha Kozyrev in the past, telling in the barrel organ mode of one of the TV channels how destructively bad it is for a person to live in Russia. After all, "Rourke with Putin in the United States is like Sobchak in Navalny's T-shirt here," asserts Mikhail in all seriousness. Do you see how deeply paranoia has penetrated the ranks of creative people of the liberal make-up?

Now going out in a T-shirt with a portrait of Navalny is about the same as putting on a T-shirt with the profile of Stas Mikhailov or the full face of Elena Malysheva. They will laugh equally loudly and for a long time. And one of the country's main fashionistas has no time for protests. Ksenia Anatolyevna is busy with work and is touring with draws for the population in supermarkets in central and other regions of Russia.

But back to Kozyrev. Further, one of the standard-bearers of the protest categorically claims that the Russian president is associated with aggression throughout the world, and calls Steven Seagal, Mickey Rourke, Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger scumbags. Even among many of Kozyrev's loyal subscribers, this virtual riot of the kraaklic helminth caused a very harsh reaction.

Readers reminded Mikhail of Mickey Rourke's filmography and pointed out the complete creative inconsistency of Mikhail himself. Regarding the dislike of the president, it was quite reasonable to advise to go into the arms of Obama. But it is here. And in Ukraine Misha Kozyrev is held in high esteem.

Because Misha is not a quilted jacket and not a Muscovite. He is a true patriot of America, the European Union and Ukraine, which is beautiful in its civilization.

You read or listen to representatives of the liberal stratum and you start to think about what keeps them here. After all, Russia, in which these people now live, they terribly hate. Here are quilted jackets, Colorads and there is no escape from them. And they adore another Russia, from their own fantasies. With fearlessly kissing homosexuals on Red Square, with women of easy virtue singing in churches and children who have both parents of the same sex. And of course, with shelves full of delicacies. After all, the main thing is freedom on the verge of lawlessness and the opportunity to eat well. That is, the promotion of the values ​​declared by the owners. And the owners can thank.

It is clear that the conclusion is trivial. All these tribunes of liberal values ​​are not leaving for one simple reason. Money has a habit of being quickly consumed, and the hatred for Russia proclaimed from the radio studios in London or Hamburg is no longer in value.

That is why the fifth column, tirelessly with the remnants of conscience, "to work" within the home walls. Using, by the way, a truly liberal attitude of the authorities, which are not so appreciated for their patience and condescension

Mikhail Shakhnazarov was born in Riga, in 1967 (Armenian roots go back to Baku, where his grandmother lived). In the capital of Latvia, young Shakhnazarov studied at the Dynamo children's and youth sports school. Didn't become an athlete due to injury. And thank God, because the world would be deprived of an untalented journalist and prose writer in his face. Judging by some hints that slip through the prose, he easily entered the VGIK, the screenwriting and directing department. But as a result, for some reason, I got into business (read “Virtual Orgasm”). Further - more: he headed a branch of a large Latvian bank in Moscow, had his own insurance company, which, by his own admission, was “destroyed”.

Journalism, including radio journalism, turned out to be a more reliable and lasting refuge. Wherever and what only Shakhnazarov did not broadcast, starting with sports reviews, ending with Russian rock (meaning music, not rock that dominates Russia, although he did not ignore it in his political notes and reviews). Since April of this year, Shakhnazarov has been the presenter of the morning air of the Russian News Service, he is also a columnist for the Izvestia newspaper.

It is customary to call Shakhnazarov the Latvian version of Dovlatov of the Estonian period. The comparison is understandable if we bear in mind the place of residence (the Baltics, now called the Baltic States) and the main occupation (journalism and writing). The only difference is that Dovlatov, even in Soviet times, understood that there was a violent Soviet presence in the Baltic republics, and Shakhnazarov, although born in Riga, could not understand this in any way. Not only can he not understand, he also considers his point of view to be the only correct and undeniable. He always cuts the truth in plain text.

Being a perspicacious and observant person, he nevertheless does not always distinguish black from white, or rather, white from reds, which no matter what colors of the democratic rainbow they dress up in, how they are red, they remain red. Deprived of political correctness, homophobe Mikhail Shakhnazarov calls things by their proper names not only in journalism, but also in prose. He is disgusted with modern values, which are drummed into children from early childhood now not only in the West, as if the world can only hold on to three young and wonderful whales - political correctness, tolerance and multiculturalism. He wrote this hot on the heels of French events, but in prose - much earlier, in "History in the style of Fine ..."

"History ..." is based on the correspondence of friends. Sasha-Alexander-Alex walked around Riga and informed everyone that he was going to America. One kind girl asked to go with him, but he made an excuse that he had to go to the States absolutely free of obligations, including to women. Five years later, he met her in the same Riga cafe and barely recognized her, because her face shone with “Slavic joy”, and her outfit betrayed a prosperous existence. The girl really emigrated, only to Germany, and Sasha-Alex with a Jewish mask of sadness on his face still could not get out of Riga.

Finally, he still manages to get to America. He promises his friend Michael to write. At least half the truth. “Well-settled emigrants don't write at all. Or once a quarter. They don't have time for that. They work hard. Those who are unlucky send letters in sacks. " Like they were given a home. In fact, it turns out that the house is a shack worse than Uncle Tom's, because the word "given" in America applies only to the church and the beggars. Everything else is bought.

Michael, an Armenian, also aspires to America, like many of their other acquaintances from the city of Riga, those who are of non-indigenous nationality. Michael and his parents are given immigrant status, not refugee status. Sasha educates him about how to get a job in the United States with the status of an emigrant who does not receive benefits. You can, for example, turn to the Armenians. “There are more Armenians here than in Moscow. True, they are mysterious and peculiar. They drive up to the office, where they give out benefits, in new "Mers". The car is left around the corner. They take off their "goldovich", expensive watches, and make them look sad. They get six hundred bucks, hang the tsatska again, take the Mercedes from around the corner and go to a restaurant to have a fun day. " Obviously not fiction, because it is too true. This is just a remark, although it seems that the whole “History ...” is a real story.

Michael, armed with advice, begins to look for sponsors among his compatriots. They do not help to help, but they reprimand for the fact that they do not know Armenian. At the same time, for some reason, letters are written in English. Here I have a question: what language should I write if Michael does not speak Armenian, not Russian? Michael has a different argument: “Well, you can't explain to them that there is more blood in me than in my nation of harmfulness. I only knew the Armenian language. And he answered them briefly in Armenian in English transcription ”. Again I can’t resist and note that I could learn a couple of decent expressions instead of mate. The language of Michael-Shakhnazarov is well suspended, but he has an obvious problem with languages. And not only with Armenian, but, it seems, also with Latvian. That is why he has a mutual enmity with both Armenians and Latvians. Well, okay, he doesn't know Armenian (a lot of blood is mixed), but, having been born and living his entire adult life in Latvia, he could have learned the language of the country that accepted and warmed his family.

While friends are engaged in correspondence, Michael finds himself a quite profitable business, albeit illegal. Trades in alcohol. Buys in Latvia, sells in Russia. Then, with his Latvian partner, he switches to the wholesale trade in clothes, that is, he farts on a large scale. All this is described against the background of aggravated interethnic relations, which even in Soviet times left much to be desired, but here they just burst out. Along with the business, Michael develops a love-like relationship with a girl named Santa, who has an inordinate passion for cats and the Armani company.

But if life in the once measured, one might say, half-asleep Riga is in full swing, then, judging by the letters of Sasha-Alex, everything is calm in the USA, just like in the cemetery, which he regularly visits in search of rest from worldly life, until he is from there exposes the cemetery guard, suspecting in the visitor necrophilous affection for those who died in the Bose.

The correspondence of friends suddenly ends. Michael thinks that his friend got rich and therefore disappeared from the horizon, but everything turns out to be much simpler: he was simply killed during the next showdown.

Shakhnazarov's prose is interesting primarily because it is about life, and his heroes are alive, even when the basis of the purest water is fiction, as in the sensational story "The hammer on the left, the sickle on the right." You can judge the plot for yourself. A certain waiter Guido Schnapste, who is interested in the issue of increasing the size of male genitals, is in the editorial office of the youth team. The editorial staff obtained a unique preparation at the Latvian Fisheries Institute, from which female salmon actively spawn. The drug is steamed to the waiter. Combining the incongruous, Shakhnazarov seems to show life itself, which he knows up and down, resorts to irony and sadness, to elements of a rogue novel, but ... does not catch. Genital humor and obscenities disgust me personally. I don’t know, I may be outdated, maybe without the first and second it’s impossible to break into the new Russian literature. But I read in Shakhnazar's blog that teenage girls are swearing under his window or under the balcony. Not fictional, real. It jars him, he asks to stop, Girls send him to the appropriate address. I believe that in this situation, Shakhnazarov is real. But why, then, in his prose, he is likened to these girls? Maybe this kind of prose is better paid?

In general, the phenomenon of Mikhail Shakhnazarov defies unambiguous assessment either in prose or in journalism. Unkempt and out of control, angry and observant, he seems to be writing to unsubscribe. But if in one-day journalism this can still be swallowed, prose does not forgive negligence and clearly demonstrates a lack of breath over long distances. And on short ones - a deadly inability to slow down in time. Eh, he would have a good editor ...

Roza Yeghiazaryan