Ivanov Kurbat biography

A miracle of light, treasure, shrine. For Russia, it was opened in the year by the Tobolsk Cossack Kurbat Ivanov. The first artistic description of the Miracle Oser was given by the rebellious Protopop Avvakum, who went to the Daurian lands in the year with a detachment of the governor Pashkov. Baikal crossed the exiled split on a plane -cut "Domesanika" not without adventures: "On the Baikalovo, the sea was drowning." Six years later, on the way back, Avvakum crossed Baikal again - from the mouth of the Selenga to the source of the hangar.

In his famous autobiographical Life, he described the local flora and fauna: "There are a lot of birds of birds, geese and swans - by the sea, like snow, swim. The fish in it is sturrently, and taimen, core, and omuli, and sigi, and there are many other births. The water is fresh, and the seals and hares of the seals. And the fish are fragile densely in it; The sturgeons and taims of fat are much - you can’t fry in a pan: everything will be.

"Along with the Volga -Mother and the Quiet Don, Baikal became one of the truly sacred ponds of Russia.

He sinks in folk songs - from" on the wild steppes of Transbaikalia "the probable author of the words - Ivan Kondratyev to the" glorious Sea - Baikal ". The latter was based on the poem by Siberian Dmitry Davydov "The Fugitive Duma in Lake Baikal." Following the Avvakum, the poet calls the lake by sea, as if raising in the rank. Chekhov agreed with this, who lived on the Baikal coast of the June days of the year on the road to hard labor Sakhalin: "Baikal is amazing, and not without reason the Siberians call it not by a lake, but by the sea.

The water is transparent unusually, so it can be seen through it through the air." And then he wrote: "Siberian poetry begins from Lake Baikal, there was prose to Baikal." There really is really not counting poetry about Baikal. Igor Seversanin wrote how often the soul was exhausted, I still do not know Baikal: to see - it does not mean to find out but, perhaps, the main singer of Baikal in the twentieth century was not a poet, but a prose writer - Angarsk native Valentin Rasputin.

He wrote: “Baikal, it would seem, should suppress a person with his greatness and size - everything is large in him, everything is widely, freely and mysterious - he, on the contrary, elevates him. You feel a rare feeling of elation and spirituality in Lake Baikal, as if in view of eternity and perfection, and you have been touched by the secret seal of these magical concepts, and you were overwhelmed Presence, and the share of the magical secret of everything that exerts you.

" Rasputin not only described the lake, but also saved it, for many years to achieve his shoulder to shoulder with other writers and scientists - from the classics of Sholokhov and Leonov to the academicians of Kapitsa and Lavrentiev’s stop of the Baikal Central Bank - pulp and paper plant. Only in the year he finally stopped his work. Although this is the very enterprise and, wider, the relationship of man and nature in the year became the core theme of the film by Sergey Gerasimov "At the Lake" with Oleg Zhakov, Natalia Belokhvostikova and Vasily Shukshin.

Although Baikal does not appear in the credits, he is the genuine title hero of this tape. And the deepest and most tragic relations with Baikal fell out of the Rasputin peer, comrade and fellow countryman on the Irkutsk land - the playwright Alexander Vampilov. In the last year of a short life, he was opened, appreciated. The capital's theaters became interested in his plays. However, a cruel fate intervened - Vampilov died two days before his own flying.

Baikal took him, and Glory became posthumous. He remained inconsistent, undergraduate. Rasputin spoke of "enthusiastic misunderstanding of Vampilov." Critic Vladimir Bondarenko formulated: "Vampilov’s mystery - in his tragic incompleteness." Neither war, no prison, nor murder, no suicide, nor even binge. Literally - it sunk into the water. The boat flew into the "Topyk" and overturned.

Pakulov grabbed the boat and waited for help, vampils swam to the shore. Almost reached, already felt for the bottom - and then the icy heart stopped. Whether Baikal was offended by these words then they spoke of the "stuffy atmosphere of stagnation", which destroyed the ingenious playwright. But what about the fact that Vampilova killed the Holy Sea, our miracle and pride? That he was sacrificed by the unknowable Siberian Solaris, who became a ruthless director of a short play of Vampilov’s life?

Don't know.