Biography of Andrei Logvinov

Oksana Golovko I broke away from something main, and it was hard. All this last year and a half, and then Vanya, the middle brother, dragged me into his company. There were other interests: normal friendship, role -playing games, guitars. His eldest brother, Maxim, was then 8 years old, the average was 2.5 years old. Alexei, an artist by education, the founder of the Bakh combus group, talks about his post -perestroika childhood, about how he moved away from the church and why he returned ...

The older brothers were born in Novosibirsk. Then our family lived a little in the village and moved to Kirov. I was born there. Yes, we stood out somewhat against the background of the general picture, since there were two children in the families around, but more often one child. But we, children, on the contrary, perceived this difference with the plus sign. My childhood had to restructure, some experiences that my parents lead a life far from the party’s line, I never had.

From early childhood, I realized that all this is “linden”, and even at preschool age some matinees dedicated to revolutionary holidays, demonstrations bypassed me. In the elementary grades of the school, I realized that most people also think so. We, children, did not particularly concern. When the father came to church, we were warned at home: "You do not particularly extend to these topics so that the dad does not have unnecessary problems." When all kinds of foreign things began to appear in the nineties, we all wanted to have a video recorder, many gum with inserts, the Dandy game console, chocolate bars that began to advertise on TV.

But here the status and large families did not play their role, and most peers did not have such “wealth”. Only those who took up trading could afford such a “luxury”. We had a familiar boy, whose mother went to Turkey and brought chewing gum - blocks, a video recorder, comics with bright pictures. This was prestigious in the yard. We even have such a wording - a “large family” - never sounded at home.

Only three children. Although the one who remembers the Soviet, and even more so - perestroika and post -perestroika time, understands what it is. In general, the guys at school and on the street understood that it was very good when you have older brothers. And the eldest was not bad because they had the younger ones ... The school was hooligan. After the lessons, local gopniks could easily break.

Somehow the middle brother looked out the window and ran out into the street: “They beat the older brother! In general, they tried not to contact us, knowing that three brothers are power. Yes, and we had more friends than the rest: friends of one brother became friends of the rest of the brothers. Clarification of the relationship we had one for three, and it was fun.

When the dad was transferred to Kostroma, the older brother, who did not enter the Medical Institute, went with him. So we remained in Kirov - Mom, Vanya and me. We missed our father and Max. The older brother is also my godfather. It was always very interesting with him. He and his friends went hiking, and when we grew up, they also began to participate in them. This camping club still exists in Kirov.

So, mostly Vanya and I quarreled. But we had a good conflict resolution system. It was called Rex. It was such a domestic duel in which, instead of cursing, we fought according to the rules. The older brother, who formulated these rules, followed the battle, which stopped immediately and in any case, if one of the participants in the match began to cry. Tears - and the battle stopped.

Recent "opponents" put up. It was interesting to live in Kirov in Kirov and received a second higher education and worked as a teacher, and dad worked in the only active temple of our city - a singer, a reader, a ringing and a mortgage. There was little money in the family. But most importantly, our parents always tried to make it interesting for us to live. Mom arranged the holidays.

For example, an interesting wall newspaper was invented for everyone’s birthday, with photographs, poems. Interesting contests, a delicious treat for every holiday were waiting for us. Therefore, friends loved to come to us, they knew that not only sitting at the table and eating salads and pies awaited them, but all kinds of interesting games, a whole program. For example, I remember how we all ran along the streets together, searched for notes hidden within our quarter.

It was a game about the treasures of the pirate. It turned out that all notes lead to a neighbor from the upper floor, and she will find a box of sweets. In winter, whole locks of snow were built in the yard, digging holes and moves, and one of the parents brought tea in the thermos. It was so great and comfortable! Dad also took part in our life in every possible way.

I remember how little I liked to go to the service in winter, especially in the evenings. Despite the fact that parents had to work hard, even raking snowdrifts in winter, there was no such thing that we did not see them. And all - without a tear, without such "here, we do for you, be grateful."And we are really grateful for the fact that they invested a lot in us. It is difficult to call some separate bright episode of childhood.

Thanks to parents, all our childhood was bright. In the winter, they worked as wipers in winter in order to carry all the children in the summer of the Golden Ring, to Riga, to Crimea. The TV was not particularly watched. Not because it was forbidden, just such a tradition was not, and there was a lot of interesting things around. Only if they found out that something happened significant-joyful or tragic, like an earthquake in Armenia, included news.

When such tragedies happened, we hung a mourning flag on the balcony. The flour of the "music" is the main problem of childhood for us was a music school. From my older brother I heard many times how he did not want to go, I thought how to skip. Mom once followed him to find out how he still goes to music, but does not get there. Mom said that Maxim stopped at the window of each store meeting in the way, read the signs for a long time, stood in the square for a long time, looked at everything in great detail ...

Then he reached the door of the music school and swept - to go, not to go? It seems to be late. Then my mother came up: "Come, Maximum, do." My music school also did not cause delight, and I only searched for opportunities how to walk it. Once he walked for almost a whole year: he wandered around the city or went to his neighbor up. Then, of course, parents learned about this, there was a scandal.

The concert of the Bakh Combat group was not welcomed in the family, they were punished for him, as well as for demonstrative disobedience. In adolescence, when the “search for myself” led to the fact that I began to be rude, to behave in a breath, dad first came to the room, talked. And then he could take my “values” like clippings from newspapers, which spoke about my favorite punk and rock groups, to remove and destroy posters with performers.

Sometimes after that I wanted to make “evil”, but more often the dad found some words that in the end I myself felt that it was wrong. As I see the picture now: upset and at the same time angry dad-I did something again. And the next pile of posters is in the garbage bucket. For me, these papers were then more important than normal human relations and in general all the main and present that my parents tried to instill in us.

Vera: The teenager’s doubts at home did not force us to believe by force, they were not forced to read the morning and evening rules from beginning to end. The severity, like the fact that “you prayed badly today, will eat porridge without oil”, especially since it was. Of course, I often did not want to go to the service, but not because of some ideological thoughts, just in the morning it is always not easy for me.

I remember, dad said: "Walk to Sunday school." Again, without forcing, he just suggested. I began to walk.

My teenage departure from the church provoked the massive pressure of Western rock and pop culture, otherwise I can’t say. For me, all this was associated with protest, with freedom. I did not notice the destructive power of this culture. He realized when he realized that he had a lot to fade inside. In general, it was a difficult period. In high school, I studied at the classical gymnasium, where I had to walk strictly in form, behave decently.

And I walked in torn jeans, put a pin in my ear and sat on the windowsill with an apple, hanging my legs on the street. As a result, they kicked me out of the gymnasium. At this time, I tried both cigarettes, and other “joys” of an informal young man, whose friends are predominant by punks. I broke away from something main, and it was hard.