The guest of the dialogue platform "Asyl soz" – a joint project of the National State Book Chamber of the Republic of Kazakhstan and the newspaper "Kazakh Adebieti" was the famous writer, playwright, critic, Honored Worker of the Republic of Kazakhstan, laureate of the State Prize of the Republic of Kazakhstan, knight of the Order of "Parasat" Sabit DOSANOV. During the conversation, the writer told about his fateful fate, about the memorable stories and commandments of famous citizens. The interview, as always, was conducted by the director of the book chamber, Adil KAZENBAEVICH.
Is there a chance that the shoes will not fly off when they wave their feet?!
- Aha, welcome to our team! Since the beginning of this project, a number of Kazakh margaski have become a guest for us. In turn, we call ourselves the largest writers in the country. By tradition, we develop the conversation from childhood.
- Our childhood coincided with a difficult post-war period. We read in three shifts: morning and evening shifts. My brother Hamit and I, who passed away, were mutual pims. In winter, at noon I am, during the day he wears. It's easy in summer-we go barefoot. The most difficult thing is spring. While the sun is warm, the ground is damp – and if you put on a PIMA, your feet will evaporate. I was let go, let go, " I said softly. The Russian is an impudent person. While studying in the third grade, we wrote poems, published a wall newspaper. The story "hay field", written in the same year, was published in the magazine" Pioneer", and then entered the textbooks. I haven't received a second-grade textbook for thirty years. How much time has passed since then, how many years we wrote, how much we praised, when I went to meetings, the teachers said: "We know you, we taught "hay field"." Karadai and kysylam. Duniyen passport bypassing the third class, then it is difficult.
I was born in the village of Baigabyl, Amangeldy district, Kostanay region. Our district has achieved great success in the Union and handed over the Red Banner of the Central Committee of the CPSU. The first secretary of the regional committee will come to the solemn event. "I don't know," he said. The preparation was continuous. I was saying poetry, and there are a dozen other children next to me. The readiness was checked by the first secretary of the district committee: "this boy has a good voice. But one remark — you can't go on stage with pima, you need to wear shoes." This is the time when your shoes are not blooming. My uncle Beissenbeck, who died in a plane crash, was with me, his legs were size forty-two. "I don't know," he said. I still remember what I said. The people responsible for the preparation say: "your voice is good, say it with a gesture." I also play well on stage, I try to do it on my own. At the end of the verse, when the fascist said that I would show another pinken, would these shoes not fly?! (laughs) I flew in front of the first secretary of the regional committee, as if I had not found another place to land. "I don't know," I said. - I don't know what to do. In this regard, my father sold one of the two cows in the house and, taking me with him, went to Kostanay. He came to the meeting dressed as the secretary of the regional committee. I wonder what the leaders were like then, I think now. One day, a parcel arrived from the district. If you look, then everything you need, from socks to hats. So, thanks to the poems, words, "number one" appeared in the district. The power of the word is the power of God. So much for a crumb of care! One day my mother gave an interview and said :" this is in the fourth grade" hay field " and got a lot of money for it. I buy this samovar and drink tea with my friends."
He was Kunaev's number one friend
- In several interviews, you spoke about your close friendship with Dinmukhamed Akhmetovich. I would like to hear your stories about the friendship that we didn't talk about.
- I was very close to Kunaev. What do you say? And here, too, the word omnipotence. At that time, I was the head of the department in "Kazakh literature". Classics works has changed. And even, despising the certificate of the newspaper, he ordered it to the Zhambyl tannery and issued an unusual certificate. I can get to any place with the help of this certificate. Many people have seen and now dreamed of getting to Kunaev. "If you don't have time, tell me what you need, we'll freeze it ourselves." "What I need, I have a three-bedroom house, I have a service. Nothing is needed. I should be proud of Kunaev."
After my appeal to the Kazakhs, I started to beat the Russians. There was a handsome guy named Yu. Trofimov, who headed the Turgay region. He also says: "Let me do it myself." I said, " I don't need anything. Garbage, having entered Anuarlar, refers to the state policy aimed at. I should also be proud, I can write about Kunaev." He promised to try to talk. One day Trofimov called and said: "I was talking to Kunaev. He said that he often sees you on TV and said: "a guy who looks like Saken Seifullin, I accept." At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to two. There are three assistants. The first is Duisetai Bekezhanov. He came to me and said: "If it's not a secret, then what did you come with? How long does it take? " he asked. "No, it's not a secret. I wanted to be proud, like Olzhas, Anuars" " - Then, probably, fifteen minutes will be enough. "What if the conversation goes on?"You are a writer, you see this side yourself," he said.
And what you need is a horse in the office. At the entrance, I got up and went to meet him. I stretched out my hand, I couldn't. - Give me the baby himself, - he greeted, hugging. In a conversation with his desk and moved to Asia. At first I couldn't speak. "I don't know what you're trying to say," Konaev said. I said: "Dimash, thank you for accepting me! Today is a historic day for me! " - I mean. Now, sitting down, Uncle Dimash said :" For me, a historic day, a happy day! I am glad to meet the future great Kazakh writer. Thank you Kelgenine! " he said. I was silent. After all, he is also a person who knows human psychology, got up and brought three of my books from the shelf. "Good Morning" and "The Nightingale" is not a very cool book, but I have an excellent work "Aruana", which I wrote in my twenty-five years. Turkey is introducing "Aruana" into the textbook for the fiftieth time this year. Kazakhs do not study, foreigners study. So, Uncle Dimash put three books in front of him and said: "I flipped through these two, I couldn't read everything. And I read "ak Aruana". My heart feels it, and in the future you will sit in the place of Auezov, Mukanov. You will become a great writer! All a writer needs is a thought and a language that you have to the fullest." When a member of the Politburo said that he had read my book, was he himself a proud man?! There is no brake, I said (laughing). Thus, we sat and talked significantly. I kept looking at my watch. At some point, Dimek asked: "why are you looking at the clock? Are you in a hurry? " he said. "Yes, I'm in a hurry." "Why are you in a hurry?""Now, please take your time kysylyp "" take your time, sake! However, the time is tight, who do I communicate with when I don't communicate with the people, with the writer?! You are a good-natured person yourself, say what you think. Honestly, I'm resting. This is one "standard job", you get tired, " he said.
Saben is a Kazakh storyteller, Musrepov is an aristocrat
- Sabit Mukanov wrote an article about "Ak aruananyz". "I don't know," he said.
- Yes, both Sabit Mukanov and Gabit Musrepov wrote about my work "Ak Aruana", which I wrote at the age of twenty-five. The book was published when I was twenty-seven years old. Russians, Uzbeks, Georgians. Turkey has introduced it into textbooks. I gave the manuscript to Mukanov and Musrepov. Ah, what kind of pranks did he have?! We are in their place now, but where should they be?!
Sabit Mukanov specially invited me, he was well prepared. We were drinking tea. From the cream sugar, I put one sugar. "Put another one down," he said. Then they built more. Thus, five sugars were put into the bowl. "Now drink," he says. — I don't drink as I drink, it's become sweet, " I said. He said, " Mary, pour it into another bowl." He didn't say anything else. We ate the meat, then went into the office. "The first tool of a writer is language, the second is thought. Not to mention thinking that you are a genius who has surpassed you in age. A special property of a person can turn into a tragedy. Every thing should have a limit. Your trait turns into horror, Watch out! " - said Saben. "How is that?""You know the language, and you will apply paint. Beautiful words, but more goes to the ao poem. This is not suitable for a writer. Artists also use paint in the same way. Do you know why I put sugar in? And if your work becomes so sweet, then no one will read it." Ai, and then, explaining the shaldars.
After he left, he called. He is a man himself, an aesthete. He spoke patiently, gave a wonderful analysis. I told you that I can't. Saben was a Kazakh kenpeil, a storyteller, and Musrepov was an aristocrat. At that time, I was working as an editor at the Writer publishing house. Both my superiors and my teachers were great. My Teachers Are Mukhtar Auezov, Temirgali Nurtazin. My bosses are Ilyas Yesenberlin and Zhuban Moldagaliev. Musrepov and Mukanov were friends, their houses were neighbors.
We fell in love with Zeynolla…
Mukhtar Auezov, a great man, gave us lectures. From the threshold, as they say, I entered. For five or six minutes, he could not speak, and from the pressure he continued to wheeze with his nose. Five to six minutes after kosiledi. No matter what, Sairai is coming. "Immature fat, premature Shakespeares," says one after another. One day I ran out and said, " flour, flour, get up, please." he marked me himself. He admits it.
And what, we are going together, - au, I want to detain Mukanov, I want to include Kabdolovty. We fell in love with Zeynolla: a handsome guy, dresses attractively, one suit at noon, one suit at noon. There are no lectures at the first lesson, each of us is given an assessment. "Ah, you're not from Auezov, your lips are thick, your face is also thick, your forehead is open. You will be Auezov, " Kabdeshke said. Turning to me, he said: "Your image resembles Mukanov."
I'll go back to Auezov. I told you I stopped it. - I would like to interview you. "What newspaper? "Lenin's age"? " he said. "No, — I said. We had a wall newspaper "Kalamger", which occupied the entire wall. "You were his correspondent, weren't you?"No, I'm the editor-in-chief." "Oh, you're the only boss," he said. Indeed, the "writer" had a high stake: the editor-in-chief, the editorial board, the artist. It is published twice a month. At the exit, everyone studied, starting with the rector. "I don't know," he said. It was a wonderful interview, the rector himself praised. It's a pity that I didn't give this interview to a big newspaper. I didn't find it.
I have refused the State Prize many times
- You said that I feel good with a high jaw. At the same time, he fell from the State Prize six times. What's the secret?
- Because I couldn't get it: the first time I got it, I have a friendship with Kunaev, the people said "You can", and when I got up, Gafu Kairbekov joined baiga. A wonderful poet. But it was this gift that I got into with a bad work. The name should be "stars on Earth". Gafu Kairbekov told me: "Don't argue with your brother." I said: "This is decided by Kunaev." "If Kunaev decides, he will give it to you." Then Syrbai looked at me and said: "Oh, it will be a shame, it will not be." I'm already used to it. I'm young, I'm on fire. "I don't want you to know that I can't," he said, " but I don't want you to know that I don't want you to know that I don't know that I know that I know that I know that I know that I know that I know that I know. You're young, you can do a lot. Give me your way." Stopping at the same word, I wrote: "when gafu Kairbekov gets up, I will not leave."  
The second time I got under the play "storm". When a person did not get into the Auezov theater, a foreigner wrote to the press. Other works on drama collapsed, and I passed. "I don't know," he said. So, Saken Zhunusov, who was on the course, flew to Moscow. My brother, after all. "Ah, bokmurun, bozukpe! Kyrtyp or zhursin?! Will you get a gift when I get up? " he said. I said again: "Kunaev decides." "I know what Kunaev will give you if he decides! Come on, lamb." "If you get a gift, I'll shoot you!"And I wrote what I needed: "when Saken Zhunusov gets up, I will not receive a gift."
The times are over. A few times I might get another way to fall. I am a member of the prose section. Together with me, Muratbekov Sayyn entered. There is no new work. He wrote up to thirty wonderful works, and when he turned thirty, he could not write a single work. This is a tragedy. He wrote a story and taught us. He brought it to me and said: "It was all praised, you are telling the truth." I read it and said, " Sake, don't show this story. — I don't know, " I said. Then I didn't write anything for a whole year. I got into the competition with an old work. Guys like Beksultan Nurzheke from the prose section continued to make noise. I tell them: "Guys, stop! Did we admit to being a classic, did we admit it! He has written up to thirty wonderful works. Then he stopped. He himself is a feat. Now he is lying in the middle of death and life, lying in bed. Now, when we fall, we kill to death. Invoices, argysyn see a dream, I withdraw my candidacy, " I say. So, at that time we held a Sayyin. I had more than one vote at the meeting, and I became the winner. "I can't get up every time," I said again. They said "write it down". "I'm a writer below Sayyin, and when he gets up, I don't get a gift," I wrote. So the third gift is gone.
Iran-Gayip fell six times and got the seventh. I was laughing then. The guys all praise, but one or two voices are missing. I also know who is scratching. My brother-countryman rymgali Nurgali once called and said: "Ah, Sabit! Fariza Ongarsynova called me and said: "vote for Sabit." I blurted it out to you. We are both friends, fellow countrymen. To whom do I give the vote that I did not give to you?! what renzhidi. I did not make such a request to Fariza. Now I knew that Rymgali would not vote for me. When they voted, Rymgali walked around the capital and passed the vote through an envelope. Two or three guys on the spot said: "read the letter in his envelope. They called me and said "we voted". As I thought, Rymgali scratched me. What we needed fell at six, and in the seventh we got a sheep, too. After all, Alla is fair. I was right that I fell. At first, he had no honor. Dulat took the book like a bat shell, the money was $ 3,000. The same thing was received by the Nurlans. Seven to eight people were employed annually for work that does not stand still.
I have written a novel in four volumes, The Twentieth Century. I coped with the same work. It was a very intense race. Baiga, which was attended by forty people. "I don't know," he said. Eight people came to the final. Foreign newspapers wrote "The Battle of the Titans". Nesipbek Aitov and I made it to the last round.
We were lucky again, we were both given a reward of fifty thousand dollars. This is the money of the world. The son took the phone for two thousand dollars. Everything else is for the wedding. After all, I received some kind of peace prize. Their remuneration is not less than thirty thousand dollars. For example, no one received the "Sholokhov Literary Prize" except Auezov and me. All that money he has? There is a man in the restaurant for three hundred dollars per head, and I, proud, will take the most expensive one. I'm taking friends from abroad to a sanatorium, I take a round-trip ticket. Then I distribute it to the poor, relatives, orphans and widows. I think that" if I hadn't received this, I would have lived, I would have wanted the country to see this", because. It was along these paths that we came to the state prize.
I still tell this great word of dimeken to my superiors, and I also say it in interviews. After hearing this, I told a little more of the story, putting my back on a wide leg. Once I looked at the clock, we had 3 hours and 10 minutes of conversation. He fired from the spot. "What's wrong, sake?" he said. He never gave his name, neither says "sake", nor says "inshek". Throughout her life, she was sociable and respectful. I said there: "Dimash Akhmetovich, we are writers. No brake, I'm in shock. I'm sorry!" I asked. "There is nothing to apologize for, I had a good rest!"said.
He himself, like me, loves his wife. He told me some stories about his wife. "Today, when I come home, I say to Zukhra Sharipovna:" I have found such a friend, " and we invite you home." And then he said another pleasant phrase: "there are nine writers who come to me. Abishev, Suleimenov, Alimzhanov, aren't you friends with me and are you in the tenth line of this row?""I will, I will enter!""You bet the tenth and are friends with me? Dos bolayykshy kiyamettik together. Will you be my number one friend? I don't have a number one friend." We were friends in bed there. Hmm, I like it greatly increased. When he sat down again, he said, " And our conversation is over. "I don't care, now the whole of Kazakhstan knows that I'm heading to you, that's enough for me," I said. — After all, you came, tell me that you have business, - he asked for the second time. I rejected another similar answer. On the third question, Kunaev began to be indignant: "Ainalayin-au, I'm asking with a big head. I'm also doing something good, I'm doing something good." Then I went and started thinking. At that time, it would seem that there was an unwritten law on paper: whoever cannot get into the Politburo, the one who has reached it will come true. An apartment, a car, a service, and even more, I "insult" my mother, who says: "nothing can be done." After all, the word God puts in a person even, closer to, where else is it resourcefulness. - Dimash Akhmetovich, you are doing something good for the country, and I can say one request. "Tell me!" - they were glad that he was gone. He himself is a man of emotions. "Dimash, I want you to miss me," I said. The lynx stood in one place and remained. At some point, I came to my senses and, having shot myself, put his arm around my head and said: "I want to say that you are a smart guy, you are a genius, you are a genius. Before you reach thirty, you say this word. After all, such geniuses as Gamzatov, Aitmatov, could not have said this word." So Dosanov's path to Kunaev opened up. "I don't know," he said.
Olzhas and I have overcome many difficulties
- You also have a friendship with Olzhas Suleimenov, don't you?
- He says: "God gives into the intentions of man." Allah has given me everything. I married a girl who had eyes. "I don't know," he said. We have both been friends for more than sixty years. Olzhas ' first friend is me, my first friend Olzhas. We both went through a lot of difficulties, made sacrifices to each other. But they didn't sell each other out.
Kudu was also given by God. I am with Nazarbayev and Aubakirov. And in one of them, we look at each other, we look at each other. I was close to such personalities as Gabzatov, Aitmatov, who became passports of the countries of the world.
"I have many unfulfilled dreams from a dream come true," Genghis Khan said before his death. I need to read a diary, I'm reading a diary. One day, while reading Napoleon's diary, I came across the phrase:" I couldn't be happy." "I don't know," he said.
O. Suleimenov, R. Gamzatov, Sh. Aitmatov, E. Yevtushchenko came to France. But no one held a creative evening. I spent that evening. The status of the evening is high. In 2007, the French took off the book "White Aruana" from me and went there at their own invitation. Organizes evenings given. The World press writes about the Kazakh writer. "Yes," he said, " there is no room left for Temir - tersek in your chest. This is not created by God himself. "I don't know," he said. On the same day as in France, you are still on the same side. We need to come down from heaven to earth, we can't turn our tongue." As they say, a year later, God hit double support from the ceiling. I had a son, 21-year-old Daniyar, a hundred times bigger than me. At the age of 15, I read the epic "Abai", I did not believe it. I read the poets I loved. A book grew out of his hands. Allah has given his son everything that he is capable of. I didn't send him to kindergarten. At the age of 3, he learned the letter and sang at the age of 4. The voice is amazing! All the musicians, led by Serkebayev, praised and admired him. He also wrote poetry. Having moved to the picture, I was a little struck by the taste of the artist. After the painting, he began to get interested in technology. "Behind the wheel" reads without leaving a single letter of the magazine. At the age of 4, I was put on the role. My feet don't reach the pedal. And those who bought a car at the age of 14-15 were going to accompany her. I would have recognized it by the voice of the motor. The motor was assembled by itself. Svetlana had asthma. A person does not die from it, but must be careful. While preparing for the wedding, he put a breathing lecture in the pocket of his clothes, and tompet disappeared. Exceptions, which is inconvenient. Stay at home in Astana. My son is smart, he bought another one in one of the pharmacies in the city. The feast began, they say, heat-heat. Children now come and stop. At that moment, someone was running with a gray color. When I'm tired, my son has a pier. It turned out that a purchase was overdue at a pharmacy in the city. There is no air inside. The place where we arrange a wedding is a sanatorium under the former Central Committee, including one doctor who studied earlier. The young people do not know him, and they brought baigus, who was trapped in the shower, to the nearest clinic. Including the Russian woman who bought a diploma, did not know what to do. Negatively affecting one injection, and I'm there in the world of salypta. Have you seen any sheep? At that moment, when I had poison in my pocket, I would have died without thinking. In the near future, after the appeal, there will be a detour of the day, so we need attention from the words of Sabam received. I believe in Allah, because Abai said: "Allah himself is the truth, the word is the truth." I also thought so: "Allah himself gave, he himself took". He needs to go to the bathroom. The second thing that saved me was the love of the country. "If they share the grief, they will decrease," said the brother. The third is labor. I made films about my son, wrote plays. These three things saved me.
Nureken always thinks of me
"I don't know," he said. Nureken always thinks of me. When I was playing Golf, I had a car, "my legs hurt". Me, my wife, Gabit's brother, the married guy-Gabit's son, there are four of us. The house was inside the forest. With the departure, we are going a little. Sarah and Nureken met him from inside. We sat down at the table, but I didn't talk. The word was started by Nursultan himself: "Ah, Sabit, you don't go for free. There is one man?! What kind of product do you have?" he said. "Nureke, you are the king, I am a famous writer. You can stop a train, a plane. But there is one force that you can't stop!" I asked. "What is it?""She is love. It turned out that the two young people loved each other. We have come to pass by you and Sarah according to the custom of this country," I said. "Did you allow it?" he said. "I'll come after I give it away." "Where are you going to surpass you?! that he was the only one who spoke briefly and clearly. Then he waved his hand and said, " Well, guys," and immediately four nice guys served champagne. "I don't know," he said. He sat down at the table and said: "Sabit, come on, sit next to me. Kuralai, you from time to time, Sarah, you sit here," it dawned on us all. We talked. Nursultan looks at my bride again and again. I went at the same time and remembered. My fiancee was active in her youth and walked with Nazarbayev. "You are well preserved," Kurai said, looking at him. I looked at Nursultan and asked: "What's the secret, do you know?" I asked. "I don't know." "Even as president, you don't know, learn from me. The husband is good, the women are well-groomed, " I said. And they were joking.
- Sabit agha, our wonderful interview today is also coming to an end. According to our tradition, we ask for your white blessing – a noble word.
- There is a saying that F. said. Dostoevsky: "save the world-beauty". I will add that "kindness, mercy, kindness of people to each other who save the world". The end of the world is near, when people forgive each other, think about friendship, there is nothing better.
- Thank you for coming specially and telling the story! We have created an author's website as part of our Smart Qalamger project. "I don't know," he said.
- I didn't have exactly that!
- In addition, we are giving a bust of Abai.
- Thank you! This is a great gift. thank you very much!