Miles Alexander - the poet, the writer, was born on December, 25th in Krasnoyarsk. In 1954 of the father, the dean of faculty, have translated in the Kishinev agricultural institute, and Alexander Vladimirovich Miljah has ended high school, then polytechnical institute in Chisinau and has gone to army, the private soldier. Served as the officer later, worked in agriculture of Moldova, on VAZ building, in Ленречпорту... In 1972, after receipt in the Moscow Literary institute of Bitter, has left to Leningrad. There it has started to be printed in the newspaper "Change", in the almanac "Young Leningrad", to register in radio. On returning to Kishinev in seven years has published the first book, then the second, the third. . Verses Миляха were printed in magazines "Friendship", "Кодры", "Horizon", "Russian", "Our contemporary", "Young guards", "Open space", in almanacs "Sources", "Feat", "the Tver parkway, 25", "Realist", "Day and night", in weekly journals "Literary newspaper", "Literary Russia", "Literary Moscow", "the Russian Writer", "the Moscow Writer", "Literary Samara" - to list all editions where the poet has been presented, there will be no also a newspaper page.
In 1991 has entered the Union of writers of the USSR, is a member of the Moscow organisation of the Union of writers of Russia. Headed Association of Russian writers of Republic Moldova, вляется the winner of numerous literary awards. The decree of the president of Republic Moldova to the Russian poet was "the Master of literature РМ", and the Union of writers of Russia and Committee of rescue of national culture, Moscow - a rank of the Winner of the All-Russia literary award "TRADITION" is appropriated a rank. Alexander Vladimirovich Miljah is a member-correspondent of the International Academy of Poetry (Moscow).
Congratulating the poet with an anniversary, we wish it health and long creative successes. And to readers we offer a selection of verses of Alexander Vladimirovicha.
To the father today - eighty years.
The witness it of the seventeenth year.
For me the answer was always ready:
Whence the happiness for the people comes.
The father has returned - into place,
The son of the communist of first revolutions,
The communist, did not know a hand it for
Confident office evolutions.
The son of the mechanic, the mechanic and the student,
Then the senior lecturer, gave to students знанья.
But in everyone "the historical moment"
Did not know for stupidity a word оправданья.
He suffered... Did not torment, did not shoot,
Worked, built, as well as millions.
I long now listed
Interdictions - разрешенья, not laws.
The father has returned into place,
In fiftieth me has told,
Stored long, from me concealing,
Rehabilitation on the grandfather.
To finish as? I go from apart.
But suffer, the father, is a little more.
The son of the commissioner, the son was "enemy",
The thorny road conducted to "happiness".
The cross you bear both trusting, and grieving,
From the past you go, not coming back.
Understand, the father, I is not weaker than you!
The grandfather has not forgiven, that I do not know it!