A man lived in our house. Big or small, it's hard to say. From diapers, he grew up a long time ago, but he has not yet grown to school. Read...
A goby was grazing at the edge of the forest. Small, a month old, but quite dense and lively. Read...
In Odessa, I wanted to find my old front-line comrade, who was now serving as a long-distance sailor. I knew that the ship on which he sails had just returned from a foreign voyage. Read...
It was late autumn Last year war. There were battles on Polish soil. Read...
In the summer we traveled around Ukraine. One evening we stopped on the banks of the Sula, decided to spend the night. The time was late, the darkness impenetrable. Read...
A new theater building was built in the old Ural city. The townspeople eagerly awaited its opening. Finally this day has come. Read...
A new film was being shot at the studio. There should have been a scene like this in the movie. A bear climbs into the hut where a man tired from the road sleeps. Read...
I lived as a child in a village in the Yaroslavl region. He was pleased with everything: the river, the forest, and complete freedom. Read...
On the way to the village of Ozerki, we overtook a chaise. But, to our surprise, there was no rider in it. Read...
During the war years I had a friend. We jokingly called him a fur breeder. This is because he is a livestock specialist by profession, he used to work at a fur farm. Read...
For many years, the state farm herd grazed on the large meadow of the Kamenka River. The places here were quiet, spacious, with low, but juicy grasses. Read...
Ravi and Shashi are small. Like all children, they often play pranks and sometimes cry. And they also eat like little children: rice porridge with milk and sugar they put directly into their mouths. Read...
Little Svetlana lived in big city. She not only knew how to say all the words correctly and count to ten, but also knew her home address. Read...
Svetlana was once small, but she became big. She used to go to Kindergarten and then went to school. And now she does not go to the first grade, not to the second, but already to the third. Read...
Our cities are growing rapidly, and Moscow is growing by leaps and bounds. Svetlana grew as fast as her city. Read...
It was raining outside the window. Boring, small, turning into a downpour and again small. Spruces and pines do not rustle in the rain, like birches and aspens, and you can still hear them. Read...
She read a lot about the sea - a lot good books. But she never thought about him, about the sea. Probably because when you read about something very distant, this distant always seems unrealizable. Read...
And yet it is amazing - the forest! Spruce, pine, alder, oak, aspen and, of course, birch. Like those that stand in a separate family at the edge of the forest: all sorts - young and old, straight and short-haired, beautiful and not at all seemingly attractive to look at. Read...
Sergey Baruzdin's stories are different. Most of them are devoted to the relationship between people and animals. The writer vividly and colorfully describes how people show their best qualities in communion with nature. Through his stories, he conveys to us that animals need our care and love. See for yourself by reading "Snowball, Rabbi and Shashi", "Moose in the Theater", "Unusual Postman" and other stories.
Sergey Baruzdin describes the world very interestingly and lovingly little man on the example of the boy Alyoshka from "Alyoshka from our yard" and "When people are happy." They simply and clearly tell about kindness, about responsibility and growing up. Children's stories by Sergei Baruzdin carry a large positive charge. Read them and see for yourself.
Dad lived,
very kind,
Just came late
And he took work home.
This made his mother angry.
These lines belong to the Soviet writer and poet Sergei Baruzdin. Simple and unsophisticated, but at the same time warm as summer rain, they remain in our memory for a long time.
Creativity of Sergei Baruzdin
The writer lived and worked at a time when literature was under the close supervision of censorship. All published works were supposed to glorify Soviet power. Few of the writers managed to create a work that was not politicized, but Sergey Baruzdin did it.
All his work illuminates the warm light of humanity and love for people. He did not read morality and sermons, he showed with his work and his life how to live, so that it would be good not only for himself, but for all the people around. He was called a true friend of children.
Throughout his life, the writer has written more than 200 books for children and adults. The total circulation of his works is about 100 million copies. Books were published in about 70 languages of the world. His work was highly appreciated by Nadezhda Krupskaya and Lev Kassil, Konstantin Simonov and Maria Prilezhaeva.
Sergey Baruzdin: biography
He was born in Moscow in 1926. Dad wrote poetry and taught his son to love poetry too. Everything turned out very well: his works were published in the school wall newspaper, and then in the Pioneer magazine and the Pionerskaya Pravda newspaper. drew attention to the young talent and sent him to the literary studio of the House of Pioneers.
New acquaintances with interesting people, doing what you love - life was easy and wonderful, but everything changed, and the familiar world collapsed in a few hours when the Great Patriotic War began. A few months later, his father died. Grief and death quickly burst into the world of fantasies and dreams of the young poet.
Sergei was only 14 years old, and he was eager to go to the front, but for obvious reasons they did not take him there. A year after the start of the war, attributing to himself a couple of years, he already fought in artillery reconnaissance, participated in the defense of Moscow, took Berlin and liberated Prague. Was awarded with orders and medals. More expensive than all other awards was the medal "For the Defense of Moscow".
After the war he entered in the name of M. Gorky. After graduating, he was the editor of the Pioneer and Friendship of Peoples magazines. He worked on the board of the Writers' Union of the USSR. Sergei Baruzdin died on March 4, 1991.
Magazine "Friendship of Peoples"
At the age of 39, Baruzdin became the editor of not the most popular publication in the Soviet Union. The magazines that were read were " New world”, “October”, “Banner”. "Friendship of peoples" was called " mass grave fraternal literatures”, and this edition was absolutely not in demand.
But thanks to Sergei Baruzdin, K. Simonov, Yu. Trifonov, V. Bykov, A. Rybakov and other not only well-known, but also unknown authors began to be published in it. Many national writers and poets became popular only after publications in the Friendship of Peoples. Baruzdin always had problems with censorship, but he knew how to defend writers and defend his position.
Baruzdin was able to make "Friendship of Peoples" one of the most loved and read in the Soviet Union. The truth, however bitter it may be, has become one of the features that distinguish the magazine. Its pages perfectly combined Russian and translated literature.
Sergey Baruzdin: books
The war had a great influence on the formation of the writer's personality. He went to the front as a boy, but came as a soldier who had seen a lot. At first he wrote about the war. These were stories, but the writer did not describe horrors, but funny stories that happened at the front with him and his comrades.
In 1951, the author wrote a book, which is one of his visiting cards. This is a trilogy about a girl Svetlana. At the beginning of the book, she is three years old, the girl is just getting to know vast world that surrounds her. AT short stories stories from her life are described. Simply and clearly, Baruzdin teaches the reader important things: responsibility for a perfect deed, respect for elders, helping the elderly, and much more.
Almost fifteen years after the war, he wrote an autobiographical novel, Revisiting the Past. The book covers a large time period: peacetime, years of confrontation and postwar period. Baruzdin wrote about how hard it was for yesterday's schoolchildren and schoolgirls in the war, and how early home boys and girls became warriors who defended their homeland. Truthfulness and sincerity distinctive features this book. At first it was written for an adult reader, and later it was remade for children by Sergei Baruzdin.
Poems and prose, as well as journalism, were written by this author. He has many books for children in which he introduces them to the history of our homeland: "A soldier was walking along the street" and "The country where we live." Also, books about the Great Patriotic War were published: “Tonya from Semenovka” and “Her name is Elka”. There were also works about animals: "Ravi and Shashi" and "How Snowball got to India." In addition, it should be noted a collection of literary essays called "People and Books".
Creativity of E. Asadov, A. Barto, L. Voronkova, L. Kassil, M. Isakovsky and many others Soviet writers and poets becomes closer and more understandable after reading the essays about their lives written by Sergei Baruzdin.
Basic principles
- In no case do not distort the existing reality.
- Good must prevail.
- Do not use complex sentences in works - everything must be written plain language understandable even to the smallest reader.
- Sense of duty, justice, internationalism.
- Awaken in your readers the best and most humane feelings.
Baruzdin Sergei Alekseevich - poet, prose writer.
His father, being the deputy head of Glavtorf in Moscow, wrote poetry. Not without the influence of his father, Sergei became interested in poetry, published his first poems first in the wall newspaper, then in the large-circulation "Headquarters of the Industry", in "Pionerskaya Pravda", "Pioneer" magazine, "Friendly Guys". They were noticed by N.K. Krupskaya, at that time the Deputy Commissar of Education, she sent young poet in the literary studio of the Moscow House of Pioneers. “I was fourteen when the war began and when the day before I was at the next lesson at the House of Pioneers. The war was already on when I was fifteen ... In the Red Army, I served as a private in artillery reconnaissance ... On the Oder bridgehead, in the Oppeln area, near Breslau, in the battles for Berlin, on the Elbe, and then in the breakthrough to Prague, we, seventeen-eighteen-year-old guys understood a lot ... ”(Baruzdin S. People and Books. M., 1978. P. 320-321).
Learning is not the sweetest thing.
Baruzdin Sergey Alekseevich
After demobilization, he worked and at the same time studied at an evening school, then in absentia at the Literary Institute. M. Gorky.
In 1950 he published the first poetic collection. for children “Who built this house” and a collection of poems together with A.G. Aleksin “Flag”; in 1951 - a collection of short stories "About Svetlana", then a story in verse about the first grader Galya and her friends. The poems are warmed by the personal attitude of the author to his characters.
In 1956 he published a book for kids, Step by Step. Sat. poems "Who is studying today" (1955), the story "Swallow the Younger and Swallow the Elder" (1957).
L. Kassil characterized Baruzdin's poems for children as follows: "Important in meaning, tightly coordinated ..." (Baruzdin S. Your friends are my comrades. M., 1967. P.6). Baruzdin's talent is characterized by philosophy, parable, rhetorical formulation in verse for children of their main thought. Talking with the baby not only confidentially, but also seriously, the author seeks to awaken in him the most important civic qualities - diligence, humanity, internationalism, a sense of duty and justice. Prose is all the more problematic, the plots reveal the acuteness of conflicts; Baruzdin's poems and prose were combined into the book "On Different Differences" (1959).
Addressing the little reader in the books of the 1960s, Baruzdin turns to journalism: “A soldier was walking along the street”, “The country where we live”, “The country of Komsomol”. In the story for children “A soldier was walking along the street”, the author teaches young readers the first lessons of patriotism. In the book “The Country Where We Live,” the narrator, together with his 5-year-old interlocutor, flies the whole country on an airplane, they see the Urals, and Siberia, and Kamchatka, and Far East, and the hero understands that our country is both big and rich. Skillfully and tactfully, the author introduces small interlocutors into the complexity of difficult everyday problems: “Big Svetlana. Little Stories" (1963), "Valya-Valentin. Poems" (1964), "It's snowing... Stories" (1969).
In Baruzdin's books, a child comprehends the diverse beauty of life, learns kindness and the joy of being kind. The friendship between the Soviet and Indian peoples is described in the book "Gifts-travelers" (1958). Here, in the stories “Ravi and Shashi” and “How Snowball Came to India,” the author has a serious conversation with the little reader about the friendship of peoples, about human responsiveness and solidarity. In a small but capacious and instructive story "Just not tomorrow", as in the stories "April 1 - one day of spring", "New Yards", the author poses questions of conscience and duty, selfish money-grubbing and work for the common good.
“Baruzdin as a person, as a person who subsequently chose for himself that type of service to society, which is called writing, began in the war, and almost everything, and maybe even everything further in his writing path was determined by this starting point, rooted there , in the blood and sweat of war, in its roads, hardships, losses, defeats and victories.
K. Simonov, "Reference point", 1977
The boy Seryozha Baruzdin lived in pre-war Moscow. Studied at school. Drew. Wrote poetry.
In Moscow there was a literary studio of the Palace of Pioneers, where a talented boy was sent. Since 1937his poems were published in Pioneer. Sergey was a kid. His poems were different from the poems of other children of the younger circle in which Sergei studied, they were full of seriousness. Even as a child, Baruzdin believed: “Poems are poems and they should not be written the way you speak or think”.
The Great Patriotic War began suddenly for him. Instead of studying, the fourteen-year-old had to go to work. Sergey thought: “Who can I be? I had dreams. [… ] But these were dreams of what should not be soon. When I grow up. When I finish school, in which I still have to trumpet and trumpet. When I finish college. And of course, in these dreams there was no today - the war.
He got a job at the printing house of the newspaper "Moskovsky Bolshevik" on the debtor of the katoshnik(rolled rolls of paper to a rotary machine). And even in this work, he felt a great responsibility.
Baruzdin was enlisted in the voluntary squad, and during the air raid he had to be at his post - on the roof of his house. “I experienced a feeling close to delight. Alone on a huge roof, and even when there is such a light show around! This is much better than being on duty at the gate or at the entrance of the house. True, it was possible to chat there, there were many people on duty, and I was alone. And I still feel better! I seem to be the owner of the whole roof, the whole house, and now I see what no one sees. he said.
The printing house recorded volunteers in civil uprising, but he was not taken there, because he was only 15 years old. But on the other hand, he was taken as a volunteer for the construction of defensive structures at Chistye Prudy.
On October 16, 1941, his father took Sergei to the front in a special battalion, which was formed from the workers of the people's commissariats who remained in Moscow. I took it myself and defended it before some higher authorities when they tried to object. Even added a year to Sergei.
Like all boys, Sergei was more attached to his father than to his mother. He rarely saw his father before the war, and especially during the war, but they always found a common language with each other in both big and small matters. Sergey was especially proud of the fact that his father sometimes trusted him with such secrets that he did not even trust his mother.
The very, very first poem Sergey wrote about his father:
Dad lived,
very kind,
Just came late
And he took work home.
This made his mother angry.
I thought:
Brought the car
And he got the job
Put her on the shelf
The work has not been opened.
Every day
Papa is coming
Only sleep at home.
From so much work
Our dad is mean.
Sometimes it happens like this:
Our dad
Takes a job
And he sits over it all night.
Morning dad
Tea swallows
And he runs to the service with her.
On October 18, 1941, Sergei's father died from a fragment of a German mine. They buried him on the fifth day of German cemetery. Among the hundreds of people with German surnames buried there now lay a man with a Russian surname.
The deaths didn't end there. Every day there were more and more of them. Sergei saw how people he knew and did not know die. This was the horror of war.
What all the same different people the war brought together. Sergey had never looked at people like that before. They were different, and he always accepted them as they were. But it was in the war that Sergei thought that different people These are different human qualities within each person. No people are entirely good or entirely bad. In every person there is both good and bad, and everything. And it depends on the person himself, if he is a person and knows how to manage himself, what qualities prevail in him ...
In 1945, Baruzdin took part in the capture of Berlin, and it was there that he especially felt homesickness for his homeland. He said: “Perhaps none of us need to say these words aloud now. Neither to me, nor to all the others who came a thousand miles from their native places to Berlin. These words are in our hearts, or rather, they are not even words. It's a feeling of home".
During the Great Patriotic War S. Baruzdin was at the fronts: near Leningrad, in the Baltic states, in the Second Belorussian, in the Far East (in Mukden, Harbin, Port Arthur).
“Of all my awards, the medal “For the Defense of Moscow” is one of my most expensive,” Sergey Alekseevich admitted. - And more medals "For the capture of Berlin" and "For the liberation of Prague." They are my biography and geography of the war years.”
In 1958 Baruzdin graduated Literary Institute named after Gorky.
Sergei created military books: the novel "Repetition of the Passed", "The Tale of Women", the story "Of course" and the novel "Noon", which, alas, remained unfinished.
Everyone remembers the smart, kind, funny Baruzda works for childhood and youth:"Ravi and Shashi", "How Chickens Learned to Swim", "Moose in the Theater"and many others. More than two hundred children's and adult books of poetry and prose with a total circulation of over 90 million copies in 69 languages!
Since 1966 Sergey Alekseevich in headed the all-Union magazine "Friendship of Peoples". Thanks to the energy, will, and courage of the editor-in-chief, the magazine has always carried words of high artistic truth to its readers from its pages.
On March 4, 1991, Sergei Alekseevich Baruzdin passed away. The writer's books are reprinted and read today.
He wrote poetry (in my opinion, terrible), military prose(none), children's books (very cute, but nothing more). His real vocation and all-consuming passion was something else - he was the editor-in-chief, and this is a rare craft.
That night there was an earthquake in Dushanbe. My colleague and I, returning from the guests, did not notice him.
In the lobby of the hotel, despite the late or rather early hour, an excited crowd swirled. Our boss was sitting on the sidelines, clutching a voluminous package to his chest.
- How are you - intact? - excitedly
he grew.
- Seems Yes. And what?
- Like what? Five points! Didn't you feel anything?
- It shook a little. But we decided that these were natural consequences of a friendly meeting. And what are you holding in your hands, Sergey Alekseevich?
- Books. I only took them, getting out of the room.
The books were
for the Nurek library, and the Nurek library was known as the second passion of the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Friendship of Peoples" Sergei Alekseevich Baruzdin. A unique collection of books autographed by the authors - ay, where is it now? It is unlikely that the books were rolled up - the militants preferred "Marlboro" or "Camel", but
Urek and Rogun and the Vakhsh valley remained the territory of hostilities for so long that the books of the infidels hardly survived in this inferno.
Baruzdin, fortunately, did not know about this.
He wrote poetry (terrible in my opinion), military prose (nothing), children's books (very cute, but nothing more). His
the real vocation and all-consuming passion was something else - he was the editor-in-chief, and this is a rare craft. Take my word for it: I have had exactly 19 editors-in-chief in journalism over the long decades, but only three of them have had jobs. Egor Yakovlev in "Journalist", Anatol
Golubev in "Change", Sergei Baruzdin in "Friendship of Peoples". They are all different: Yakovlev is a satrap who knew how to make a person work at such a limit of strength that he did not suspect; Golubev is a gentleman, he didn’t seem to interfere in anything, but he selected and arranged people in such a way that the editorial machine was cool
it was as if she were on her own; Baruzdin was an athlete.
He became editor-in-chief Soviet times very early - at 39 years old. He got a dull magazine, which was called "the mass grave of fraternal literature." And with the passion of an ambitious athlete, Baruzdin entered into a competition with recognized whales of the then
his sea of thick magazines - "New World", "Banner", "October". And not that he won this marathon, but the magazine forced him to respect himself. Under Baruzdin, the magazine printed " different days war" by Konstantin Simonov and the late novels of Yuri Trifonov, the best things of Vasil Bykov and the scandalous novel by Anatoly Ryb
akova; Estonian, Lithuanian, Georgian novelists gained world fame by publishing in Russian in the Friendship of Peoples. All this was worth painful explanations in Kitaysky Passage, where our censors were sitting, and on Old Square where the Central Committee was located. He had to maneuver, humiliate himself, but there was no case
to frame one of us. Gone to the front as a boy, mortally ill, even looking 50 deep old man, he knew how to take a hit like no other.
He had a strange, wasteful habit: after the publication of each issue of the magazine, he wrote by hand Thanksgiving letters all auto