Botir Zokirov!… A unique world that is incomparable and will never be divided… The more humble an artist is in the face of truth, the more proud his heart is in the face of ignorance , thinking of the pain he felt, never betrayed him,
Botir Zokirov!… A unique world that is incomparable and will never be divided… The more humble an artist is in the face of truth, the more proud his heart is in the face of ignorance , thinking of the heart that felt his pain, I want to listen to his heart, which has never betrayed him, has never left him in any difficult moments, like no one else.
Because this Heart of his reminds me of the fate of a doorman who always hangs on a high pole. The thousand and one paikons of society first resonate in this heart and scratch with their own pains.
When I listen to his songs, I feel a wonderful change in my mood. It is as if the soul is flying high, fluttering its wings and leaving a narrow body. Involuntarily you feel in another world. It is only in such moments that life seems to me to show the beauty of the bar by lifting the thick chimpanzee on its face. I think only a broken heart can understand the fate of a true artist. In my opinion, the life of an artist is like the fate of a great slave who was driven to the ground only to live in search of beauty. He is a Man who kneels in front of a lifetime of beauty and begs, "Give me this happiness." A person who is intoxicated by this moment, who witnesses priceless moments, involuntarily remembers that there is another world, the Great Truth, which is higher than the being that surrounds him. And he longs for endless suffering. The great goodness called Art will be understood by the Human race only when the feelings born of the pursuit of beauty lead the soul to unconditional prayer and express yourself. Because you will not hear the song "Desert Iraq", Beethoven's music, songs by Joe Dassen or Botir Zokirov in Uzbek, French or German. The artist squeezes drops from the pains of his heart and adds them to his works, turning them into the pains of humanity. Because his lament echoed in the seven corners of the world, for centuries mankind has seen his brother, his comrade, in the form of an Artist. Naturally, in this process, the age-old notion of a nation also retreats in the face of the power of Art - Beauty. In this case, just as language does not serve as a bridge between nations, it cannot be a barrier for souls. Under the influence of these tones, you become a captive of a wonderful feeling - a wonder, which is higher than the world, which has absolutely no connection with the universe.
Surprise is the rise of sincerity, of emotion, to the highest point. It is a combination of beauty and beauty, feelings and sufferings. It is only through amazement that "man realizes how high he once fell," that the first "evil sin" is always following him, that he is in fact a child of heaven.
Sometimes when we listen to a poem or a song, everything is in place, there are words, music, sound, experience, but something is missing. It will not reach your heart. The spirit does not "strike" from its place. Wherever you go, you just enjoy that moment. There is no trace of wonder or passion. The heart is imperceptible. He left. Why is that? Surprise is not something that can be learned or mastered over the years, on the contrary, it can be lost in return for careless moments. After all, a child's heart is full of emotions! When will he leave the man? When you go against your heart. As a result of going against our heart several times, he will give up on us. In the hope of a prosperous life, we want to reconcile with the demands of the time, which are alien to our nature, our origin, so that we do not know how the heart turned away from us. What hurts more is the values that are becoming the backbone of the universe. At the root of betrayals, that is, at the root, is betrayal of oneself, of one's heart.
Someone enters the world of art with high feelings and dreams… But he starts abusing his God-given talent in order to find his place. This is where their unhappiness begins. Because all efforts are focused on getting someone’s attention. "It simply came to our notice then. From this the sky is cut off and does not fall to the ground. Everyone has to fight for himself. ” The tragedy is that they want to restore the shining position in a society that cannot withstand the winds, even if it kills the soul for a while, unfortunately, the soul is unable to leave for only a short time… Any skill can replace this emptiness cannot fill.
Others are driven by subtle desires. Such people basically see the stage as a performance area. Gradually, they turn from a demonstration area into a wrestling arena. In the process, human nature is compromised. Just as they shed human emotions, the winds of the years will sweep them all off the face of the earth. For such people, art is just a momentary mood, a pastime. According to Mawlana Rumi, “Music is like a woman. When you use her as a slave, you put a person to sleep and an animal to wake up. ”
For our artist Botir Zokirov, who did not forget this great truth, art was his destiny. Such breeds have been around for centuries. when that one arrives, it will have its mark on the cultural development of mankind. Unfortunately, this creature feeds and swallows more from their sufferings and tears. Botir Zakirov was in constant pain for thirty-five years, from the time when his childhood had not yet left him until the end of his life. It is no secret to his fans that he sang all his life overcoming pain. Not only the stings in his body, but also the wounds of society and the tastelessness of the people tormented him, from which he felt alone, but all these circumstances, as if his eyes were only sharpened in the darkness, enlightened his consciousness even more. When I think about it, Dostoevsky, who charged beauty with the salvation of the involuntary world, said: I think it is not surprising that truly great people come to the world of light and experience great suffering. ” Perhaps the last farewell of the lover who was always tormented and executed - "Marobebus" ("Kiss of Vido") or the song of hijrah "O Sarbon" - from the listeners of meaningless, insensitive glances. that’s why he lived for fear of being seen and without the courage to look down from the stage. Not only art, but also living in ignorance for the rest of his life became his writing on the ground. The dissolution of the Music Hall, the embodiment of the artist's dreams, which was organized in order to introduce the culture of the nation to the world at the expense of hardships and losses, was appreciated in other countries and was not appreciated enough in their own country, is another fate for him. was a cruel test. The unbridled lust of one of the influential people holding the reins of the country causes the artist’s dreams to become a mirage.
… That is why Botir Zokirov could never give up his human deeds, his identity, his beliefs, saying that his position as an artist is inseparable. For her as an artistic director, she could not be indifferent to the fact that the women in her group were not just performers, but also entertained their feelings for the common good of the work, as they were a person of their own destiny. It is in this process that the greedy greed of a passer-by on horseback, blindfolded, collides with the mountain-like pride of a PERSON whose heels have been scratched by walking. No matter how ridiculous such conflicts healed him as a person, he would suffer a lot as an ordinary person, and it would always be difficult for a tired, broken body to cope with it, even if it was just a finger from his stupid "I". The inexhaustible influences The artist could not digest his feelings, but he could not set foot in his priceless Heart for their desires.
The history of mankind testifies that such people left their song to humanity, proving in a short period of time why they came to this world, consisting of thorns and thistles. … Mozart, Beethoven, Joe Dassen, Visotsky, Botir Zokirov… Behind these names lie the past of nations, along with the successes of nations, unfortunately, their defeats. That is why they have become the salt of the world. The singer's boundless respect for this world and only the words could take the pain out of his heart. That’s why every word helped him open the heart of the song even deeper. I also start reading the notes in her diary to get to the heart of the singer. “The theater director assured me that the most important thing in my job is financial production. “No matter what and how you sing, do the plan no matter what. There is no other way. " One thing I don’t understand is how a planned farm and art can be combined. These two are completely different concepts, they can never come close to each other. " Or “In the Government Yard: Between the scattering of dishes and the chirping, there is music dedicated to the poems of Navoi and Pushkin. I had never felt humiliated before. Oh my god, how wild and uncivilized… How can you sing if someone is chewing a chicken leg while whistling. I am hitting myself on the impassable wall of indifference. ”
I begin to read the artist, myself, with the breath of today. A wedding feast is a place where jamshids gather in public. Whether you like it or not, you count on the mood of the drunken crowd, you compromise. When the singer touches his temple with different hands and enters his pocket, the secret of art is revealed, his charm is damaged and he begins to eat without any surprise. The public is not the hafiz, the hafiz is doomed to play their drums, even if only for “one”. The bitter truth is that the singer was not even an artist at the time. After all, such shows do not destroy a lot of talent! Botir Zakirov's cultural nobility does not allow him to sing even while eating. When I shared my thoughts with a pop singer who is also extremely popular as a serious singer and even appeals to Mashrab’s work, he said, “Now the stars of the world are also getting married. Botir Zokirov a child of another era, so his views are also unique. Times have changed. Views too. Today, if the singer does not go to the wedding, he will not be able to go on the big stage. However, it all depends on the artist himself. Make sure people involuntarily put the spoon in their hand on the table. On the contrary, weddings sharpen an artist, ”he said. This is probably the reason why the repertoire of today's singers, who call themselves "artists" because of their "creative difficulties", consists mainly of wedding songs. I do not want to analyze his words verbatim, but I know the fact that Botir Zakirov's songs are much louder than the public. or "You've Been in My Dreams for a Long Day," which he sang almost for the rest of his life. Not only at parties, but even on the way, just listening to these songs, to get rid of the feelings in them. After all, they have the cry of a transparent heart.
Perhaps because of the epochs, views will also change, but there are values that have held the axis of the universe with its reality for centuries that even the storm of time is powerless before them. Because of this, the sea of eternity will never stop. These are just a reminder of where the great and mighty rivers are. I think this is the secret of the fact that the phenomenon of Botir Zokirov grows up and becomes a dream, and his songs become a longing dream.
The singer, who was constantly watching Bertold Brecht’s dramaturgy and reading his plays, could not understand the excuses of the directors that there were no serious works to stage. However, the playwright has stated in his works the great truth that even great art cannot be created without great goals. In other words, as the goals became smaller, so did the art. It seems to me that it is illogical to expect admiration from the performers of the so-called "show business" brutal game, or rather from their weapons, who today claim to be artists, and who firmly believe that the world is ruled only by interests. After all, they themselves are skeptical that love is at the heart of this world. Of course, in these cases, you can't be free from the screams and whistles of the masses, even for a moment. At such times, there seems to be some mysterious wisdom in the fact that our Artist left early without becoming a spectator or participant in this tumultuous world. This is also the last chance that Allah has given to His beloved and helpless servant in order to spare Him. Unfortunately, as the ancient Eastern proverbs say, the deafening sound of the nay is often left under the sound of the drum.
A picture of my singer transferring the boiling heat of her heart to the tones… Disheveled hair… I am absorbed in the look of amazement that shines under her wide forehead. These big black eyes look at the world with so much love that if you don't say "hey-hey" they will embrace the world with their eyes. he wants to amaze not only with his songs but also with his eyes to this life of wonder. He loved his homeland with the same sharp gaze, with pain as he opened his eyes wide. Because He knew that it was impossible to love the Homeland with a closed eye. Vladimir Visotsky and Iosif Kobzon were his favorites. They understood each other. But unlike his friends, he could neither be a palace singer nor rebel through his songs without tearing his throat. He just said, "Where are you, happiness, where is your bright face?" he sang about happiness, about Man. He sang without pitying his heart until his body turned to ashes. he wanted to see his countrymen as representatives of a great nation. That’s why “My country is so poor with its monotonous music. Or are we poor who don’t understand it? Where can I find the key to a treasure trove of songs that can be understood by anyone, regardless of nationality? ” And on the way to finding this key, he came across locks big and small saying “… I can’t stand them, I don’t even want to greet them. After all, the short-sightedness of these officials, he said, will not pass, will rise to a certain level, will become a criterion. Oh, how stupid it is… However, unlike Ikrom (composer Akbarov-IQ), I have no intention to leave the republic, I have the strength, patience, nerves, I will do my job as long as I can. He went the way his heart led.
Accompanied by my thoughts on the artist’s beautiful personality, my eyes catch another eye on the large poster as I set off. But that’s a completely foreign, stepfather’s eye to me. He looks at the world with such pain and anger that your heart involuntarily pulls back. If you let go, the world will be swallowed up like an old woman in a fairy tale… No, these sad eyes, you can't sing with a broken heart. It is a sin to sing about Man and his dreams with these eyes… Only with these eyes can people be deceived, distracted and insulted emotionally. Of course this is my personal opinion. But the rich world of the invaluable Botir Zakirov, whom I knew, told me this truth.
“How much heaven you feel listening to magical music. There is no sign of pain and agony, only and only tones, tones, tones… They turn into wings and take you across the ground to the horizon where the golden thread of dawn stretches. The example of birds singing sounds will take you to the heights, to the sun. Here you feel its heat, its light. All the filth and dust in your heart has risen… The aches and pains are absorbed in this infinity. Suddenly the violin cried and you could feel the tears dripping from your eyes. He is born in the depths of your heart that you have never imagined. You cannot express it as the poet clearly said, "My sorrow is light."
Another of his troubles was that he always felt that he could not reach his destination. “Today I watched the play Alisher Navoi and again I thought about the question of what is my purpose in life. I get scared when I start thinking about the futility and meaninglessness of it all. Singing - songs. After all, they will be forgotten the next day. So what will be left for people after me? what you need to do to leave something very necessary for people. Here are some huge and intractable questions for me… ”He struggles with“ what can I leave to people ”. A person aware of Beethoven's genius remembers his confession that "a true artist is far from proud, because he sees the infinity of art, he feels that his goal is far away." Understands why not. That is why an artist cannot be a child of this world alone.
In his short life, Botir Zokirov said that the human psyche has no boundaries, that a sick body can not be a cage for a free and rebellious Spirit, that talent is not measured by a certain amount, that true talent fits into various patterns of the age. , proved to be incompatible. And for the future, the whole world has inherited a giant Heart worth sacrificing.
