A memorial evening, which was held in Astana, became the evening of confessions of love for the deceased masters of the pen.
The organizers
of the second event: the national public, social and cultural movement
"Uly Dala Қyrandary", Akimat of Astana, the association
"TugelMedia" and the Republican journal "Zhurnalister
alemy." A mastermind of the meeting was first representative of the mayor
of capital city, the successful publisher, member of the Club of editors,
Sadybek Tugel.
The memories of
Bakytbay Shakhanov, Yerbol Shaimerdenov, Dukenbay Doszhanovwere, Vladimir
Gundarev, Asken Nabiyev, Andrey Trishechkin, Sabyrzhan Shukirov, Marfug
Bektimirov, Natalia Khabarova, and Ivan Boluchevskiy, were filled with warmth
and love. The colleagues and admirers of those brightest representatives of the
journalistic profession were standing at the stage. The poems, songs and videos
were presented in their honor. The design of the place was performed in order to
preserve the peace of the indissoluble unity of those who were in the hall, and
those whose portraits were presented at the stage. Itwasachieved.
Nobodywantedtoleave.
The evening that
was planned for a maximum of two hours, was held for 4 hours. It was not
surprising. Indeed, every single hero of the meeting: our dear Romanich
(Vladimir Romanovich Gundarev), the writer Asken Nabiev, the journalist Andrew
Trishechkin who has devoted his art to the people from the rural land, and a
longtime friend of “Kazakshtan Pravda” Ivan Yakovlevich, are worthy of a
separated evening, and a personal dedication-study.
It seems that
only recently we were able to sit down at a table, laugh, joke, talk "for
life", to share creative plans with them. Now we could only reread their
undying lines that keep the heat of our deceased friends.
"Face to
face and you cannot see the face. Something big could be seen from a distance".
The scorching sense of Yesenin words pierce the heart during such meetings,
when you are not able to hug a friend. Nor shake his hand or say a kind word.
Valentina Frolova wrote about this evening in the
material “The common thread of names” in the “Kazakhstan Pravda”.