Dmitry Polyakov
About me
When the sun finally relaxed on the sky's chest, when the doctor and the midwives finished glorifying the mighty Bacchus, I was finally born. It was on the 9th of May 1973 in the Russian city with Palestinian name Samara.
That evening saw the pompous salute colouring the tired skies, the city's population celebrating the Victory day, and me, crying in a local hospital's bed. Then the childhood began - uninteresting and uninspiring, and finished with my escape to Israel. I did not take much from my home town, except for a feeling of affection for rivers, especially the big ones. Lots of interesting happened in Israel, but it is not being much talked about anymore. At the age of 25, which was in 1998, I finished my first book "The whole's quarter". Not less than 3 years was dedicated to publishing it (Arthur Molev, an artist, a relative of mine and a publisher, spent quite a bit of time looking for staples for the printed pages). The year 2000 saw the release of my second book "Zabogi", to my regret, with no pictures in it. Approximately at that time or maybe slightly earlier I wrote lyrics for the music composed by Anton Kucher, a loafer from Jerusalem. Some of these texts found their way into "The whole's quarter".
A year later (2001) I moved to Germany, where "The apple passions" was finally finished in 2003. Work on this book took 3 years - in breaks between studying at a seminar and teaching Russian at school, which was probably for the best. The book "And on the way the children were born" was co-written in 2004 with a German photographer Burkhard Walter and beautifully translated in German by Dr. Henrike Schmidt. Unfortunately it never saw the light of day because the photographer was not happy enough with the quality of German paper.
But life continued, and so more books got written, and more audio versions got recorded. I am particularly proud of the Russian translation of the German classic "Struwwelpeter".
After the completion of "Princes and clowns" in 2008, I was very pleased to finally say "auf wiedersehen" to Germany, so that my feet could now walk the streets of the best city in the world. London incarnates everything I was missing since birth, a true capital of rock-and-roll. Very recently, in May 2009 (if the calendar doesn't lie), I was admitted into the British Authors Society and became a proud owner of a plastic card of my favourite colour blue.
The year 2010 was unusual to say the least. Having finished yet another poem collection "Tear-off calendar" and having briefly visited the place no one is in a hurry to get to, I once again turned up in Israel, and it's being kind to me. My luggage contains many plans for the near future, above my head is a deep sky, and life continues despite 37.