Azerbaijani writer, screenwriter and film director Magsud Ibrahimbeyov, the author of such books and scripts as "Our teacher Jabish", "Last night of childhood", "Mesozoic story", "You, my song", "Who will go to Truskavets?"," For all the good - death" would have turned 85 years old today. Magsud Ibrahimbeyov was born in 1935 in Baku, he received a B.A. in Industrial and Civil Construction from Baku Polytechnical Institute, worked as a civil engineer, then attended courses for advanced screenwriting and directing in Moscow. He was awarded the title People's Writer of Azerbaijan and Honored Art Worker of the Azerbaijan SSR. In 1976 he became a laureate of the State Prize of Azerbaijan SSR.
Former Russian Minister of Culture Mikhail Shvydkoy told Vestnik Kavkaza: "Magsud Ibrahimbeyov gave me the manuscript of his last book shortly before his death. The hero of the book reminded Magsud himself, there was a story about his generation, about people who came to this world shortly before The Great Patriotic War and they left it being already in another country, not where they grew up. The book was gut-wrenching because Magsud knew how to make a lyrical statement epic. His characters in the poetry of the 1960s - it was confessional literature. At the same time, Magsud had a feeling of a vast global space, a vast extension of life. He examined each person in an amazing approximation, in amazing detail, but at the same time on a huge scale of the changes that are taking place in his world, in his country, in himself. The scale of Magsud is a special phenomenon, he was a very wise man. He was not a politician in the straight sense of the word, but his presence in the Milli Majlis was important because he was a wise man able to bring peace in any dispute, find a compromise in the most difficult situation."
In Magsud Ibrahimbeyov's many works, there is a trace of the Great Patriotic War. "... All world religions have one common drawback: the hell described in them in the eyes of a professional sinner looks like a correctional institution where essential details were not thought out enough. Eternal slow-burning in fiery hell or an equally long stay in a boiling cauldron, like other varieties of eternal torment, make a strong impression at first, but only on people with a well-developed imagination, among which inveterate sinners are extremely rare, as a rule. Вue to the lack of the necessary experience, people are not able to imagine what it is like - an eternity, and therefore treat these types of punishment with respectful distrust. Moreover, almost all descriptions of hell do not mention such effective punishments as round-the-clock exposure to cold, constant malnutrition, and sophisticated forms of humiliation turnштп a person into a creature ... "
"... When I got home that evening, my mom told me that our new neighbor's husband had died on the frontline. She had received the note about her husband's death yesterday. That day we stopped playing war in our yard..."
"About the war - it was so disarmingly strong and simple! .. Today Magsud Ibrahimbeyov would have turned 85 years old ... And although 'for all the good - death', not everything that is good is mortal. And among the immortal good is the Word of our writer, his good name. And the love of readers," says the poet Leyla Begim, who dedicated poetry to Magsud Ibrahimbeyov.
Let me touch the pages -
Get caught in a storm of Caspian waves
To say goodbye to the fisherman at the rocks
And run into the yard,
Where spring has faded, and another one
With sirens wailing, kids screaming
Where the pain from an unplayed game
Just never stops...
Let me sit in the shadow
Of your pistachio dream
And take on the old streets
Where you wandered with your heroes
Under the starry sky, under the moon ...
Let me be with them today ...
Let me stay with them ...
