Об авторе:
Стихи пишу с 15 лет.
Основные хобби: путешествия, наука, литература, фланкировка шашками и спорт.
Магистр, высшее образование РАНХиГС, лауреат премии «Молодой Ученый» Российской Инженерной Академии, автор более 23 опубликованных научно-исследовательских работ, стипендиат Главы городского округа «Город Калининград».
Профессия: руководитель проектов в международной компании.
Победитель 6 всероссийского поэтического конкурса «Владеющий словом» (2024 год)
Участник сборника стихотворений международного конкурса молодых поэтов на приз имени Бориса Богаткова,
Получил специальный приз – Благодарственное письмо депутата Государственной Думы Федерального Собрания РФ Р.И. Сулейманова.
Номинант общенациональной литературной премии «Неформат» 2022 года.
Являюсь соавтором изданных книг стихотворений:
Сборники стихотворений: «Начало» (2013 г.), «Атланты и Кариатиды» (2014 г.), «Музыка» (2014 г.), «Космос» (2014 г.), «Войны в Мире — Мир в Вонах» (2014 г.), «Сенсус» (2015 г.), «Поэзия Русской земли» (2018 г.), «Авторская поэзия 21 века» (2018 г.), «Мир снаружи и внутри. Книга 2» (2024 г.), «Кладовая солнца» (2025 г.), «Родина» (2025 г.).
Член поэтического клуба «Поэты39», выступаю на литературных вечерах, а также организую литературные чтения молодых авторов.
В Калининградском Морском Лицее куратор литературного клуба «Физики и Лирики».
Веду собственный поэтический блог в телеграмме https://t.me/stihiskotom
Есть страничка на портале стихи.ру https://stihi.ru/avtor/ushakovi
About the author:
I have been writing poetry since I was 15.
Main hobbies: traveling, science, literature, saber-playing and sports.
Master’s degree, higher education from RANEPA, laureate of the «Young Scientist» award of the Russian Engineering Academy, author of more than 23 published research papers, scholarship holder of the Head of the urban district «City of Kaliningrad».
Profession: project manager in an international company.
Winner of the 6th All-Russian poetry competition «Word Master» (2024)
Participant in the collection of poems of the international competition of young poets for the Boris Bogatkov Prize,
Received a special prize — a letter of thanks from the deputy of the State Duma of the Federal Assembly of the Russian Federation R.I. Suleimanov.
Nominee of the national literary award «Non-format» in 2022.
I am a co-author of published books of poems:
Collections of poems: «Beginning» (2013), «Atlantes and Caryatids» (2014), «Music» (2014), «Space» (2014), «Wars in the World — Peace in Vonakh» (2014), «Sensus» (2015), «Poetry of the Russian Land» (2018), «Author’s Poetry of the 21st Century» (2018), «The World Outside and Inside. Book 2» (2024), «Pantry of the Sun» (2025), «Homeland» (2025).
A member of the poetry club «Poets39», I perform at literary evenings, and also organize literary readings of young authors.
At the Kaliningrad Marine Lyceum, I am the curator of the literary club «Physicists and Lyricists».
I run my own poetry blog in Telegram https://t.me/stihiskotom
There is a page on the portal stihi.ru https://stihi.ru/avtor/ushakovi
Отрывок из лирики
I feel the moonlight
The first step is the most rich
The first again your word in speech
You said when you have almost die,
When you believed that you can fly.
The fallen warriors of the dreams
Can’t find courage like it seems,
But I find out what was wrong
The light in heart not enough strong
Let me do this initial step
I’ll drive the road much better
I will only sin French rap
And send to moon one greeting letter…
Lead your heart
Road of mountains and mist
Tell me, what I do in these
Vapid, bleak and dark suburbs?
I used to think I know my way
But what I hear again today
This voice of roads disturbs
Suddenly my cheating peace
Fell and breath of light increase
I saw the line of novel path
Not only mind, my soul has lay,
Take wing and choice another way
Lead your heart, to hurt enough.
Name of wind we always call
If you want to feel some snow
On your tired hands,
Just please let me know.
Your dream is never ends.
In our world you at times
Might think to quit this life,
But, fight with hurt and claims
Win this horizon with fife
Of sounds heart of liberty —
It’s endless dream of our soul
End darkness lightly certainly
To name of wind we always call…
Piece without moves
It is way back known game.
The playing board in crossing all.
You must new piece became
Or just you have a total fall.
Your color and your form of head
Otherwise than piece nearby,
Only kinship whole board spread —
We can’t leave this board so fly.
Our wings so often crack
So we afraid to look to heaven
And now we only walking knack
Step by step from dawn to even.
(Step by step to hopeless dark)
Look at sun rays of day-shy
And choose to move or forever fly…
Two birds are in the sky
I tried to live like one of men
I tried to break myself, forget,
I’m not a silly kitty, then —
I’m just a small and funny cat
Do you remember that sunrise,
We saw the awesome landscape.
It was so meaningful surprise
From tulip hotel on the cape.
You and I are two birds of high
In the deep infinite sky…
If life split up us, keep in mind
That our souls will always fly…