Pavel Matev

Although it is risky to guess, it seems to me that if Pavel Matev had not been nurtured by the socialist revolution, he would hardly have linked his fate with fiction. That grain of poetic talent that he carried within him would have frozen out amidst the cold whirlwinds of life. The socialist revolution created him - both as a citizen and as a poet. It made a fighter and a person out of the "timid peasant" who steals sunflower cakes from the yards and throws slingshots at the windows, who searches for bird nests in the thorns and wades through puddles with punctured shoes. It instilled in him responsibility before the class and the people, drew him into the ranks of the resistance, and he became a fighter, a fighter of the Communist Party, inspired by the idea of ​​human superiority. When victory came, he chose the weapon of poetic speech to fulfill his duty before those with whom he walked shoulder to shoulder. The heroic time has passed. The memory of the thousands who died remained. A grandiose construction began. Pavel Matev was inspired by the beauty of socialism and it inspired him to create. It and the memory of the dead. Thus, the revolution nursed the poet through its two different phases, and he became its singer. One unchanging commandment follows Pavel Matev - to serve it faithfully and honestly. Its path is also his, its manhood and his creative maturation. Today we would easily find a number of false tones in his first poems. But we should not forget that they were born from his aspiration to be a soldier of the party, of the revolution, of that "devotion to loyalty" that only the unworthy do not respect.