No excuses: "The Dreamer - is not a profession but a way of life" - an interview with Alina Starodubtseva

There are people who radiate happiness. Today, under the heading "No excuses" such a person.

Alina Starodubtseva (Aka Lee Guevara) - writer, poet and actress. The girl, who lives for the sake of creativity and creation. Communication with Alina - as the injection of optimism and kindness. Interview turned out very bright and soulful. A sense of humor and self-irony Alina fell in love, and wisdom permeates her poems to the chills.

- Alina, hello! Talk?

- Hello, Anastasia! Of course.

- Tell us a little about your childhood? Where were you born?

- I - the man from Kemerovo, and, according to Grebenshchikov, before meeting with me "to drink the night two liters of water, so that in the morning the head was intact." Link to the song unforgettable Masha Rasputina "I was born in Siberia", too, could be approached, but Boris definitely closer to me in spirit. :)

Anyway, the first years of my life I spent in the fairy tale Snow facing alternately on the dazzling beauty of the Altai, then at least blinding eye smoke from the pipes metallurgical plant.

In the sixth year of my life Altai mountains gave way to the Crimean industrial "purple haze" - the Black Sea, and a girl Alina tightly vlipla in the chestnut shade and cobbled pavements small seaside town. Sevastopol surprisingly able to fall in love and fall in love with yourself, and if you do a lot for him to become the victim of a happy - anywhere from this already is not going anywhere, anywhere ...

- Who do you dream to become in childhood?

- As a child, one of my most cherished desire was to learn to be divided into many Aline to each such Alina could choose a life of its own. One, for example, would become a writer, and the second would have drove off to Germany and founded a rock band, and the third went to the pirates ...

Too many interesting things around to stop on something one. Beginning and ending with medicine, say world domination (yes, five years, I considered this option.

- Only 5? :)

- Um... yes, only five .:). Although, frankly, I would still not give up such a wonderful ability.

Poetry - we

- Alina, what is your education?

- In my diploma, it seems, it is written "actress". I'll have a double check, just in case. :)

She graduated from the State School-studio (high school) at the Crimean Academic Russian Drama Theater. Gorky in Simferopol. In parallel with studies he worked in repertory theater productions.

Having received the same coveted diploma, decided not to stop and entered the Kiev National University of Theater, Film and Television. Karpenko-Kary. A long time, however, there is not delayed: prouchitsya managed just one course.

I often dream of Kiev: the endless ups and downs, yards and boulevards, university, dormitory... My classmates and teachers. Not always, after these dreams, I wake up with a smile; not everything in this city I have evolved smoothly. But, in fact, it was a magical year. And I would go back, no matter without thinking a moment.

- What you doing now?

- I am now, so to speak, "freedmen." Well, or temporarily unemployed. :) "Stupid" verses sling ink, was playing the guitar, trying to sing. Doing a little fencing, read a lot, and even more - dream ...

Dreamer - this, of course, not a profession. It is a lifestyle, hobbies and diagnosis. But who knows - maybe that holds dreamers on this world?

- Alina, whether in your life a turning point?

- The turning point... Yes, there was such. "Tipping" - in the truest sense of the word. :) He is marked on the calendar on the map and at the intersection of the lines on the palm of my hand.

April 18, 2012 in the glorious city of Simferopol took my Frankly, epic encounter with willow branches, which suddenly tired of quietly hanging from a tree, as befits any respectable branch and she decided that in whatever was fall. I do not think she purposefully bromide in me... But who knows, these frivolous creatures?

Despite the judges lightheadedness, branch proved a hefty and weighty, and gave me a bunch of souvenirs on Memory: broken ribs, legs and spine, spinal cord injury, and as a consequence - invalid chair.

Expensive gifts. Price it - the inability to independently get up and make a move. Inability to drive to the store for something unnecessary, but terribly delicious, jump to knock on the door from the bed and to rush open, losing on the road sneakers, walk along the promenade, nose substituting November last rays of the sun and salty sea splashes. Each step that flew before, not even noticing, without feeling under foot, and now - an insurmountable barrier. Maybe the barrier would ever be taken. Someday…

In my poldushi - plaque blasphemous duds.
In my polspiny - autographs fallen willows.
Scars - also an art, I brag about them drunk,
because if not in the loop - so, at least, frustrating.

- After that you start writing poetry?

- Not. Rhyming lines always adored. And always rhymed "in the table." Restrain yourself, keeping in mind the principle of "if you can not write - do not write." The words did not leave, the words crowded, crowded and accumulated to one day break me carefully facility under construction barrier and splash out on a paper with a cry of "I can not!"... I can not not write. Breaking. On bezrifmove not breathe.

- How to you inspiration come?

- Inspiration - person nervous and unreliable. It carefully sneaks behind you on soft paws, in the tracks, one wrong move - spugnosh. Stop. Breathe deeply, and listen carefully. It's amazing how much can you tell the world if really listen ...

- Do you read the "foreign" elements? Who of famous poets you particularly close to?

- I read. Joseph Brodsky, Robert Rozhdestvensky, Eduard Asadov, Konstantin Arbenin Oleg Ladyzhenskii ...

More love to find talented children unknown among contemporary poets. Sometimes come across really wonderful things. Good poetry - is also a great way to catch the inspiration for the tail.

But if I compare with someone - it's scary. I always wanted to otherness. Do not focus on someone, and most become a role model - that's what I'm going.

Generation of seekers! I - your son stray.
I shaved, and my road is far from the road.
I wander through it the worn, ragged waltz
dirt verse growing with blue sky.
My woman behind wrapped in spicy smoke.
We sing at night to each other the wrong years,
my faith - chord predawn cigarettes.
I'm afraid to wake up one day quite large.

- Alina, in your opinion, is there a computer in our XXI century, a place for poetry, where more likely to write tweets, rather than lines of verse, the creation of which Mayakovsky believed hard work and compared with radium extraction?

- Look around. Poetry is all around us! Around every corner, in a whisper wheels, gently touch a track in the snow crunching under the soles of the first, in the barely perceptible moment when night, weary sigh, reluctantly concedes the rights to the new day. This brooding brute strings under chilled fingers, the first drop of warm rain that fell on the nose, crazy spark passer-gray eyes. Poetry - is ourselves. Regardless of what now century in the yard.

- So you released the book?

- Yes. October 26 there was a presentation of my first collection of poems - "Laboratory of autumn." Author - Lee Guevara (that is, I).

The process of creating the book took two months and took an incredible amount of nerve, but still she was born. It was strange the first time to take up this little redhead book and realize - this is my own thoughts and feelings, but now they can touch, leaf through, smell the fresh printing paints.

Even more strange was the fact that people - incredible! - buy this very book. :) I do not know what is the reason for this surprising fact, but I do know one thing: as long as at least one person I read until at least one heart starts to beat faster, responding to my words - so I do not live in vain.

- In your opinion, poetry can earn adequately?

- Can I make verses? I do not know. Try it for yourself, suddenly you get?

- What you're doing in terms of creativity?

- With its "vytvoreniyami" I speak only the last six months - at charity concerts, literary evenings, in the project "Street Art". He received the Grand Prix at the annual international festival "Dock minstrels," as poet and songwriter.

Autumn has opened first in my life, its own concert ...

September 1, the art-club "Artichoke" we held a concert dedicated to the poetic output audio album «LAPSA: Point - dash - Autumn". The album is a 10 poems, set to music.

Perenervnichala, of course, terrible, the day before the concert fingers trembled so that the signature drive has turned into a kind of feat, where there to Heracles. However, the evening did take place - cozy and warm, not without some Laje, but as they say, the first pancake com.
Standing on the stage, look in the soft twilight of the room, and there - a smile... And I, too, smiling happily, and I want to cry, and each of these people - for everyone! - a declaration of love, and, hell, that's for what I want to live, here it is ...

And it took this long, strange, crazy autumn - in concerts. Music and poetry together, inseparable. What I do, I myself do not fully understand. In the meantime, it is clear is not, call it "poetic theatrical performance": instead of simply reading - a small sketch based on poems, a few people with the plot, interaction and music, both in the recording and live. We are working almost full Improviz - so interesting. :)

- Already have far-reaching creative plans?

- Further Sevastopol deal does not go. now for me in the first place still health, alas. But I really want to, as soon as the opportunity to ride with our performances in different cities.

Well, then... maybe ever come out of it a literary and musical theater... Such are my plans for the future modestly. :)

Let's see!

Human needs human

- Alina, in the Crimea is the case with a barrier-free environment?

- Accessibility in Sevastopol, we can say no. As well as barrier-free Thursday. :)

No seriously! Barriers have to take regularly on local roads and sidewalks my wheelchair literally shatters into pieces, only manage to pick up the bolts and tighten the wheel (the wheel a couple of times and really escapes, so that your humble servant solemnly left her "throne" nose ahead), and even ramps in hospitals and clinics are not always met, what can we say about other infrastructure. And even if there are, it is almost insurmountable: the narrow, the steep, slippery then, that these rough, even a walking man leg tuck can.

I take out of the house on his hands, and then - a quest to get to point B. And each time, I am glad if the quest passed successfully. And in Germany, they say, there is even a special track for wheelchairs, so that people with disabilities can move around the city without help... Hmm. :)

- Alina, that motivates you in life?

- People. The first is, of course, people. Today fashion has gone to yell at each corner - "Ooh, I'm a sociopath! Aah, I'm a misanthrope! Ooh, let me everything, because I will not let my pathetic little people disturb the blissful Edinochestvo! ".

What really must admit, me and most often want to throw out the window the phone, disconnect the internet and lock yourself in the four walls with viskarom, cigarettes, books and a guitar. But, hand on the known place - a long time I did not last. Zachahnu, damn.

Human needs human. And if it was not next to me people - relatives, friends, that a shoulder or sometimes give a slap, if need be, and even those people whom I had never seen in person, but that somewhere in the distance read me, think of me and wish good... If it were not for them - you people! - I would not have coped. True.

- What are you dreaming about?

- My dream is to go to the station and buy a ticket on the train and go... somewhere to go, and where not so important, I just very much like to train. Although it is likely, in the first place I go to Kiev, and then - to Moscow. Moscow, I love almost as much as the train. :)

My dream is to go to hitchhike. My dream is to buy my mom a big house in Cyprus (or where it wishes). My dream is to have it at all, everything was good.

My dream is to make a revolution in our health care system, but it is not the system, but a shame.

My dream is to be a talented poet, writer, musician and actress, and create a literary and musical theater.

My dream is to have a light-colored eyes, I will go. :)

... I dream for a long time so I can! :)

But most importantly, what I dream - is to stand on your feet and learn to walk like a normal healthy people go. And the rest will certainly be! Right?

And I will be a maximum of thirty and twenty-three.
And I will be beautiful outside, colorful - from the inside.
And I will play in the theater, writing poetry,
and that the take - all simple, one-two-three.
I'm gonna be happy. And that's because, perhaps,
some completely random passer-by,
by my life passing a lean mug,
suddenly will turn and say, "Oh my God,
It's gorgeous script for the film! "
And smiles - confused and cute.

- In the end, according to tradition, wish something readers Layfhakera.

- Smile at the mirror. I bet the mirror is now smiling at you. And now he crouched face poagressivnee! Well? Like a spectacle?

The world has approximately the same principle. The world - it's you. All that is around you - reflections, glare, a clever illusion... Mirror Room. And one of your smile can, like a magnet, attract to itself a miracle.

I advise you to check it out now!

- Alina, thank you very much for the interview!

- Mutually. :)