And so that the stories were about real feelings, about the beauty of the earth, about good and strong people, about important and great work.
In a word, such books are very much needed.
Yuri Kazakov's prose is filled with simplicity, tenderness and love. And this amazing lyricism is transmitted to the reader.A collection of short stories by the famous Soviet writer Yuri Kazakov. The story "At the stop" can be called a "pen test" by a novice writer, student Yuri Kazakov. The story was highly appreciated by prominent literary figures of that time - Shklovsky, Paustovsky, Kataev, and after that Kazakov's writing talent was finally noticed and appreciated. The best stories of Kazakov were translated into the main languages of Europe, in Italy he was awarded the Dante Prize (1970).The next book in the series "Modern Domostroy" will tell you about how you can independently establish engineering communications in your own cottage and create a cozy interior. Without the help of specialists, you will be able to properly install electrical equipment and water supply, conduct gas and heating, and also independently perform a number of works on interior decoration premises.Writer Yuri Kazakov does not need to be introduced. None of his stories went unnoticed: much has been said and written about the mastery of this artist of the word, who knows how to listen to the pulse of modernity. The writer's works are philosophical sound, they are full of thoughts about nature, about love, about the future.
The book "Autumn in Oak Forests" includes the best stories of a talented writer.
Yuri Pavlovich Kazakov(August 8, Moscow - November 29, Moscow) - Russian Soviet writer. One of the largest representatives of Soviet short stories.
Biography
In the spring of 1967, Kazakov traveled to France to collect materials for a planned book about his favorite writer, Ivan Bunin. He met with B. Zaitsev, G. Adamovich and other people who knew the Nobel laureate closely.
The best stories of Kazakov were translated into the main languages of Europe, in Italy he was awarded the Dante Prize (1970). The fee from the translation of A. K. Nurpeisov's trilogy "Blood and Sweat" allowed Kazakov to purchase a dacha in Abramtsevo, which became his permanent home.
In 1969, a collection of short stories "Autumn in Oak Forests" was published, in the 1970s - the famous stories "Candle" and "In a dream you cried bitterly", built as a lyrical monologue of a father addressed to his little son.
In the last decade of his life, Kazakov wrote little and published even less frequently. According to Yu. M. Nagibin, “as if on purpose they kept him in the Abramtsevo drunken darkness”:
He seemed to be deliberately heading towards the end. He kicked out his wife, without regret gave her his son, about whom he wrote so wonderfully, buried his father, who traveled on his instructions on a makeshift moped. With him remained only a blind, half-insane mother.
Memory
Compositions
Screen adaptations
- - "Love" (dir. Mikhail Kalik). One of the short stories based on the story "Autumn in the oak forests".
- - "King of the Manezh" (dir. Yuri Chulyukin). According to the story "Teddy".
- - "Blue and green" (dir. Victor Gres).
- - "The Great Samoyed" (dir. Arkady Kordon). Kazakov co-wrote the script
- - "At the stop" (dir. Tamara Pavlyuchenko). Screen adaptation of the story of the same name.
- - "Arcturus - the hound dog" (dir. Galina Samoilova). Teleplay.
- - “Listen, is it raining…” (dir. Arkady Kordon). Biographical film.
Bibliography
- Kuzmichev I.. - L.: Soviet writer, 1986. - 272 p.
- Kuzmichev I.. - St. Petersburg: Union of Writers of St. Petersburg, 2012. - 536 p.
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On the morning of October 4, Kutuzov signed the disposition. Tol read it to Yermolov, suggesting that he deal with further orders.“All right, all right, now I have no time,” said Yermolov and left the hut. The disposition compiled by Tol was very good. Just as in the Austerlitz disposition, it was written, although not in German:
“Die erste Colonne marschiert [The first column goes (German)] here and there, die zweite Colonne marschiert [the second column goes (German)] here and there”, etc. And all these columns are on paper came at the appointed time to their place and destroyed the enemy. Everything was, as in all dispositions, beautifully thought out, and, as in all dispositions, not a single column came at the right time and in the right place.
When the disposition was ready in the proper number of copies, an officer was called and sent to Yermolov to give him the papers for execution. A young cavalry officer, Kutuzov's orderly, pleased with the importance of the assignment given to him, went to Yermolov's apartment.
“Let’s go,” replied Yermolov’s orderly. The cavalry guard officer went to the general, who often visited Yermolov.
- No, and the general is not.
The cavalry guard officer, sitting on horseback, rode to another.
- No, they left.
“How could I not be responsible for the delay! That's a shame!" thought the officer. He traveled all over the camp. Who said that they saw Yermolov drive somewhere with other generals, who said that he was probably at home again. The officer, without dinner, searched until six o'clock in the evening. Yermolov was nowhere to be found and no one knew where he was. The officer had a quick bite to eat with a comrade and went back to the vanguard to Miloradovich. Miloradovich was also not at home, but then he was told that Miloradovich was at General Kikin's ball, and that Yermolov must be there too.
– Yes, where is it?
- And over there, in Echkin, - said the Cossack officer, pointing to a distant landowner's house.
- But what about there, behind the chain?
- They sent two regiments of ours to the chain, there is such a spree now, trouble! Two musics, three songbook choirs.
The officer went behind the chain to Echkin. From afar, driving up to the house, he heard friendly, funny sounds dance soldier song.
“In the sledge and ah ... in the sledges! ..” - he heard with a whistle and with a torban, occasionally drowned out by the cry of voices. The officer felt cheerful at the sound of these sounds, but at the same time he was afraid that he was to blame for not transmitting the important order entrusted to him for so long. It was already nine o'clock. He dismounted from his horse and entered the porch and the hall of a large, intact landowner's house, located between the Russians and the French. In the pantry and in the antechamber, footmen bustled with wines and food. There were song books under the windows. The officer was led through the door, and he suddenly saw all the most important generals of the army together, including the large, conspicuous figure of Yermolov. All the generals were in unbuttoned coats, with red, animated faces, and laughed loudly, standing in a semicircle. In the middle of the hall, a handsome short general with a red face was briskly and deftly making a trepak.
– Ha, ha, ha! Oh yes, Nikolai Ivanovich! ha, ha, ha!
The officer felt that, entering at that moment with an important order, he was being doubly guilty, and he wanted to wait; but one of the generals saw him and, having learned why he was, told Yermolov. Yermolov, with a frown on his face, went out to the officer and, after listening, took the paper from him without saying anything to him.
Do you think he left by accident? - said that evening the staff comrade to the cavalry guard officer about Yermolov. - These are things, it's all on purpose. Konovnitsyn to roll up. Look, tomorrow what porridge will be!
The next day, early in the morning, the decrepit Kutuzov got up, prayed to God, dressed, and with the unpleasant consciousness that he had to lead the battle, which he did not approve of, got into a carriage and drove out of Letashevka, five miles behind Tarutin, to the place where the advancing columns were to be assembled. Kutuzov rode, falling asleep and waking up and listening to see if there were shots on the right, was it starting to happen? But it was still quiet. The dawn of a damp and cloudy autumn day was just beginning. Approaching Tarutin, Kutuzov noticed cavalrymen leading horses to a watering hole across the road along which the carriage was traveling. Kutuzov took a closer look at them, stopped the carriage and asked which regiment? The cavalrymen were from that column, which should have been already far ahead in the ambush. “A mistake, perhaps,” thought the old commander-in-chief. But, driving even further, Kutuzov saw infantry regiments, guns in the goats, soldiers for porridge and with firewood, in underpants. They called an officer. The officer reported that there was no order to march.
- How not to ... - Kutuzov began, but immediately fell silent and ordered the senior officer to be called to him. Climbing out of the carriage, head down and breathing heavily, silently waiting, he paced back and forth. When the demanded officer of the General Staff Eichen appeared, Kutuzov turned purple not because this officer was the fault of the mistake, but because he was a worthy subject for expressing anger. And, shaking, panting, the old man, having come into that state of rage into which he was able to come when he was lying on the ground from anger, he attacked Eichen, threatening with his hands, shouting and cursing in public words. Another who turned up, Captain Brozin, who was not guilty of anything, suffered the same fate.
- What kind of canal is this? Shoot the bastards! he shouted hoarsely, waving his arms and staggering. He experienced physical pain. He, the Commander-in-Chief, His Serene Highness, whom everyone assures that no one has ever had such power in Russia as he, he has been put in this position - he has been ridiculed in front of the entire army. “In vain did you bother so much to pray for this day, in vain did not sleep the night and thought about everything! he thought to himself. “When I was a boy officer, no one would have dared to make fun of me like that ... And now!” He experienced physical suffering, as from corporal punishment, and could not help but express it with angry and suffering cries; but soon his strength weakened, and, looking around, feeling that he had said a lot of bad things, he got into the carriage and silently drove back.
The anger that poured out did not return anymore, and Kutuzov, blinking his eyes weakly, listened to excuses and words of defense (Yermolov himself did not appear to him until the next day) and the insistence of Benigsen, Konovnitsyn and Tolya to make the same unsuccessful movement the next day. And Kutuzov had to agree again.
The next day, the troops gathered in the evening at the appointed places and marched out at night. It was an autumn night with black-purple clouds, but no rain. The ground was wet, but there was no mud, and the troops marched without noise, only the strumming of artillery was faintly audible. It was forbidden to speak loudly, smoke pipes, make fire; the horses were kept from neighing. The mystery of the enterprise increased its attractiveness. The people were having fun. Some of the columns halted, put their guns on their racks, and lay down on the cold ground, believing that they had come to the right place; some (most) columns walked all night and, obviously, went in the wrong direction.
Count Orlov Denisov with the Cossacks (the most insignificant detachment of all others) alone got to his place and at his time. This detachment stopped at the extreme edge of the forest, on the path from the village of Stromilova to Dmitrovskoye.
Before dawn, Count Orlov, who had dozed off, was awakened. They brought in a defector from the French camp. It was a Polish non-commissioned officer of Poniatowski's corps. This non-commissioned officer explained in Polish that he defected because he was offended in the service, that it would be time for him to be an officer long ago, that he is the bravest of all and therefore abandoned them and wants to punish them. He said that Murat was spending the night a mile away from them, and that if they gave him a hundred people in an escort, he would take him alive. Count Orlov Denisov consulted with his comrades. The offer was too flattering to refuse. Everyone volunteered to go, everyone advised to try. After many disputes and considerations, Major General Grekov, with two Cossack regiments, decided to go with a non-commissioned officer.
Kazakov Yuri Pavlovich (1927-1982), Russian writer. Born August 8, 1927 in Moscow in the family of a worker, a native of the peasants of the Smolensk province. In his Autobiography (1965) he wrote: “In our family, as far as I know, there was not a single educated person although many were talented. Kazakov's adolescence coincided with the years of the Great Patriotic War. Memories of this time, of the nighttime bombing of Moscow, were embodied in the unfinished story Two Nights (otherwise called the Separation of Souls), which he wrote in the 1960s and 1970s.
At the age of fifteen, Kazakov began to study music - first on the cello, then on the double bass. In 1946 he entered School of Music them. Gnessin, from which he graduated in 1951. It was difficult to find a permanent place in the orchestra, professional musical activity Kazakova was episodic: he played in unknown jazz and symphony orchestras, worked as a musician on dance floors. Complicated Relationships between parents, the difficult financial situation of the family also did not contribute to creative growth Kazakov the musician.
I don't want to be the "second Bunin", I want to be the first Kazakov!
Kazakov Yury Pavlovich
In the late 1940s, Kazakov began to write poetry, incl. poems in prose, plays that were rejected by the editors, as well as essays for the newspaper "Soviet Sport". Diary entries of those years testify to the craving for writing, which in 1953 led him to Literary Institute them. A.M. Gorky. During his studies at the institute, the head of the seminar, according to Kazakov's memoirs, forever discouraged him from writing about what he did not know.
While still a student, Kazakov began to publish his first stories - Blue and Green (1956), Ugly (1956) and others. Soon his first book Arcturus - the Hound Dog (1957) was published. The story became his favorite genre, the skill of Kazakov as a storyteller was undeniable.
Among the early works of Kazakov, a special place is occupied by the stories Teddy (1956) and Arcturus the Hound Dog (1957), the main characters of which are animals - the Teddy bear that escaped from the circus and the blind hunting dog Arcturus. Literary critics agreed that in contemporary literature Kazakov is one of the best followers of the traditions of Russian classics, in particular I. Bunin, about whom he wanted to write a book and talked about with B. Zaitsev and G. Adamovich during a trip to Paris in 1967.
Kazakov's prose is characterized by subtle lyricism and musical rhythm. In 1964, in the outline of his Autobiography, he wrote that during his years of study he “was engaged in mountain climbing, hunted, fished, walked a lot, spent the night where he had to, watched, listened and memorized all the time.” Already at the end of the institute (1958), being the author of several prose collections, Kazakov did not lose interest in travel. He visited the Pskov Pechory, the Novgorod region, Tarusa, which he called "a nice artistic place", and other places. The impressions from the trips were embodied both in travel essays and in works of art- for example, in the stories On the Road (1960), I Cry and Weep (1963), The Cursed North (1964) and many others.
A special place in the work of Kazakov was occupied by the Russian North. In the collection of stories and essays Severny diary (1977), Kazakov wrote that he “always wanted to live not in temporary camps, not in polar winter quarters and radio stations, but in villages - in places of original Russian settlements, in places where life goes on on the hastily, but a permanent, hundred-year-old, where family, children, household, birth, habitual hereditary work and crosses on the graves of fathers and grandfathers bind people to the house. In the story about the life of the fishermen Nestor and Cyrus (1961) and others, included in the Northern Diary, a combination of textural accuracy and artistic rethinking of the events described, characteristic of Kazakov's prose, appeared. The last chapter of the Northern Diary is dedicated to the Nenets artist Tyko Vylka. Subsequently, Kazakov wrote about him the story The Boy from the Snow Pit (1972-1976) and the script for the film The Great Samoyed (1980).
The hero of Kazakov's prose is an inwardly lonely person, with a refined perception of reality, with a heightened sense of guilt. Feelings of guilt and goodbye are imbued latest stories The Candlelight (1973) and In Your Dream You Wept Bitterly (1977), whose protagonist, in addition to the autobiographical narrator, is his young son.
Soviet literature
Yuri Pavlovich Kazakov
Biography
KAZAKOV, YURI PAVLOVICH (1927−1982), Russian writer. Born August 8, 1927 in Moscow in the family of a worker, a native of the peasants of the Smolensk province. In his Autobiography (1965) he wrote: “In our family, as far as I know, there was not a single educated person, although many were talented.” Kazakov's adolescence coincided with the years of the Great Patriotic War. Memories of this time, of the nighttime bombing of Moscow, were embodied in the unfinished story Two Nights (otherwise called the Separation of Souls), which he wrote in the 1960s and 1970s.
At the age of fifteen, Kazakov began to study music - first on the cello, then on the double bass. In 1946 he entered the music school. Gnessin, from which he graduated in 1951. It was difficult to find a permanent place in the orchestra, Kazakov's professional musical activity was episodic: he played in unknown jazz and symphony orchestras, worked as a musician on dance floors. The difficult relationship between the parents, the difficult financial situation of the family also did not contribute to the creative growth of Kazakov the musician.
In the late 1940s, Kazakov began to write poetry, including prose poems, plays that were rejected by the editors, as well as essays for the Soviet Sport newspaper. Diary entries of those years testify to the craving for writing, which in 1953 led him to the Literary Institute. A. M. Gorky. During his studies at the institute, the head of the seminar, according to Kazakov's memoirs, forever discouraged him from writing about what he did not know.
While still a student, Kazakov began to publish his first stories - Blue and Green (1956), Ugly (1956) and others. Soon his first book Arcturus - the Hound Dog (1957) was published. The story became his favorite genre, the skill of Kazakov as a storyteller was undeniable.
Among the early works of Kazakov, a special place is occupied by the stories Teddy (1956) and Arcturus the Hound Dog (1957), the main characters of which are animals - the Teddy bear that escaped from the circus and the blind hunting dog Arcturus. Literary critics agreed that in modern literature Kazakov is one of the best successors of the traditions of Russian classics, in particular I. Bunin, about whom he wanted to write a book and what he talked about with B. Zaitsev and G. Adamovich during a trip to Paris in 1967.
Kazakov's prose is characterized by subtle lyricism and musical rhythm. In 1964, in the outline of his Autobiography, he wrote that during his years of study he “was engaged in mountain climbing, hunted, fished, walked a lot, spent the night where he had to, watched, listened and memorized all the time.” Already at the end of the institute (1958), being the author of several prose collections, Kazakov did not lose interest in travel. He visited the Pskov Pechory, the Novgorod region, Tarusa, which he called "a nice artistic place", and other places. The impressions from the trips were embodied both in travel essays and in works of art - for example, in the stories On the Road (1960), I Cry and Sob (1963), The Cursed North (1964) and many others.
A special place in the work of Kazakov was occupied by the Russian North. In the collection of stories and essays Severny diary (1977), Kazakov wrote that he “always wanted to live not in temporary camps, not in polar winter quarters and radio stations, but in villages - in places of original Russian settlements, in places where life goes on in a hurry, but a permanent, hundred-year-old, where family, children, household, birth, habitual hereditary work and crosses on the graves of fathers and grandfathers tie people to the house. In the story about the life of the fishermen Nestor and Cyrus (1961) and others, included in the Northern Diary, a combination of textural accuracy and artistic rethinking of the events described, characteristic of Kazakov's prose, appeared. The last chapter of the Northern Diary is dedicated to the Nenets artist Tyko Vylka. Subsequently, Kazakov wrote about him the story The Boy from the Snow Pit (1972-1976) and the script for the film The Great Samoyed (1980).
The hero of Kazakov's prose is an inwardly lonely person, with a refined perception of reality, with a heightened sense of guilt. Guilt and goodbye permeate the last stories Candlelight (1973) and In a dream you wept bitterly (1977), the main character of which, in addition to the autobiographical narrator, is his little son.
During Kazakov's lifetime, about 10 collections of his stories were published: On the Road (1961), Blue and Green (1963), Two in December (1966), Autumn in Oak Forests (1969), etc. Kazakov wrote essays and essays, including about Russian prose writers - Lermontov, Aksakov, the Pomeranian storyteller Pisakhov, etc. A special place in this series is occupied by memories of the teacher and friend K. Paustovsky Let's go to Lopshenga (1977). A novel by Kazakh writer A. Nurpeisov was published in the translation into Russian, made by Kazakov according to the interlinear translation. AT last years Kazakov wrote little about his life, most of his ideas remained in sketches. Some of them after the writer's death were published in the book Two Nights (1986).
Kazakov Yuri Pavlovich - Russian writer. Born August 8, 1927 in Moscow. His parents were simple workers. At the age of 15, Kazakov began to learn to play the cello and double bass.
In 1946 he successfully graduated construction technical school and acquired the relevant qualification. From 1946 to 1951 studied at the music school. Gnesins. After graduating from his school musical career did not work out. Occasionally, Kazakov worked part-time in unknown cafes and orchestras or at music venues. Soon he himself realized that music was not his true calling.
In the late 1940s, Kazakov began to get involved literary activity. He writes poetry, plays, essays, which at first seem meaningless to him.
In 1953 he entered the Literary Institute. A.M. Gorky. As a student, he publishes his first stories: "Blue and Green", "Ugly". It is interesting that Kazakov revealed his writing talent in stories. Student years Yuri Pavlovich spent not only in writing his works. He was engaged vigorous activity: mountaineering, hunting, fishing.
In 1958 Kazakov graduated from the university. At that time he was already the author of several prose collections. Kazakov travels a lot, learns new places. He writes down his thoughts and emotions in travel essays and stories.
Kazakov loved the North very much. He admitted that he would like to live in the North in the countryside. To see how life and economy are conducted, how children are born, how the life of these peoples flows. The North inspired him to write a collection of short stories and essays, The Northern Diary. Kazakov's favorite writer was the laureate Nobel Prize Ivan Bunin. In 1968, he decided to write a book about Bunin and went to France to collect material for writing it.
In 1970 Kazakov was awarded the Dante Prize. His stories have been translated into many languages and distributed throughout the world. This period of life can be safely called the peak of creative activity.
Kazakov buys a dacha in Abramtsevo, which becomes his permanent home. Since 1972, Yuri Pavlovich writes little, his stories are not published. A difficult time for the author begins. Kazakov buries his father, drives his wife and son out of the house. Only his mother remains with him.
Kazakov Yuri Pavlovich died on November 29, 1982. After his death, the book "Two Nights" with unfinished works of the author was published.
In house number 30. Wartime impressions are reflected in the unfinished story "Two Nights" ("Separation of Souls").
He graduated from the construction college (1946), studied music for a long time and then entered the Gnessin Music College (1951). He was accepted into the orchestra of the MAMT named after K. S. Stanislavsky and Vl. I. Nemirovich-Danchenko, but soon realized that music was not his calling.
The first works of Kazakov appeared in print in 1952-1953 (the play "The New Machine Tool", the story "The Offended Policeman"). The hunting stories of the young author quickly drew attention to themselves. In 1958 he graduated.
In 1964, he took part in writing the collective detective novel “The one who laughs laughs”, published in the newspaper “Nedelya”.
In the spring of 1967, Kazakov traveled to France to collect materials for a planned book about his favorite writer, Ivan Bunin. He met with B. Zaitsev, G. Adamovich and other people who knew the Nobel laureate closely.
The best stories of Kazakov were translated into the main languages of Europe, in Italy he was awarded the Dante Prize (1970). The fee from the translation of A. K. Nurpeisov's trilogy "Blood and Sweat" allowed Kazakov to purchase a dacha in Abramtsevo, which became his permanent home.
Kazakov's works for children are distinguished by their depth of humanistic content, the author's desire to instill in readers a love for their native nature, to arouse in them a sense of responsibility for the safety of the world around them.
In 1969, a collection of short stories "Autumn in Oak Forests" was published, in the 1970s - the famous stories "Candle" and "In a dream you cried bitterly", built as a lyrical monologue of a father addressed to his little son.
In the last decade of his life, Kazakov wrote little and published even less frequently. According to Yu. M. Nagibin, “as if on purpose they kept him in the Abramtsevo drunken darkness”:
He seemed to be deliberately heading towards the end. He kicked out his wife, without regret gave her his son, about whom he wrote so wonderfully, buried his father, who traveled on his instructions on a makeshift moped. With him remained only a blind, half-insane mother.