Russian writer-humorist, playwright, theater critic
Born March 15 (27 N. p.) In Sevastopol in the family of a merchant. I got home education, because because of poor vision and poor health I could not study at the gymnasium. I read a lot and indiscriminately.
At the age of fifteen, he joined the transport office as a junior scribe. A year later he left Sevastopol and began working as a clerk at the Bryansk coal mine, where he served for three years. In 1900 he moved to Kharkov.
In 1903 in the Kharkov newspaper “Southern edge” was published the first story of Averchenko “How I had to insure my life”, in which his literary style is already felt. In 1906 he became editor of the satirical magazine “Shtyk”, almost completely
In 1907 he moved to St. Petersburg and collaborated in the satirical magazine “Strekoza”, later transformed into “Satyricon”. Then becomes a permanent editor of this popular publication.
In 1910 three Averchenko books appeared, which made him famous throughout the reading Russia: “Funny Oysters”, “Stories (humorous)”, Book 1, “Bunnies on the Wall”, Book II. “…
The books “Circles on the Water” and “Stories for the Convalescent” published in 1912 confirmed the title of the “King of Laughter” for the author.
The February revolution Averchenko met enthusiastically, but did not receive the October Revolution. In the fall of 1918 he left for the south, cooperates in the newspapers “Priazovsky Krai” and “Yug”, speaks with reading his stories, and manages the literary part in the “House of Artist”. At the same time he wrote plays “Medicine from stupidity” and “Playing with death”, and in April 1920 organized his theater “Nest of migratory birds”. Six months later he emigrates through Constantinople
In 1924 he underwent an operation to remove the eye, after which he could not recover for a long time; soon heart disease progresses sharply.
He died in the Prague City Hospital on January 22 (March 3, 1991), 1925. He was buried in Prague at the Olshansky cemetery.
He was like a whirlwind. In love with life and the sun,
Healthy with body, strong, young,
He made us intoxicating, bursting into our window,
And blinding, shining between us star.
Burning in the fire of immeasurable success,
Charmingly fooling and shlya,
He laughed, and the whole country, like an echo,
Rejoicing, echoed the fun of the king.