Christmas biography war

Khrushchev said an excerpt from the transcript: “Here, the poet R. spoke here with N. Gribachev’s poem“ No, boys! .. Christmas was the idea that only a group of young writers expresses the mood of all our youth, that they are mentors of youth. This is not at all like that. Our Soviet youth is brought up by a party, it goes after the party, sees in it its teacher and leader.

Stormy applause. I would like to set the young poet R. Rozhdestvensky as an example, who has a well-aimed eye and who accurately, without a miss, hits the ideological enemies, communist poet N. We live in a period of acute ideological struggle, during the struggle for minds, for re-education of people. This is a complex process that is much more difficult than the alteration of machine tools and factories.

You are figures of literature and art - figuratively speaking, - blacksmiths on the resting of people's psychology. You own strong weapons, and this your weapon should always act in the interests of the people. Applause ". Then the opal followed, although R. Rozhdestvensky was never a dissident - the poet stopped printing, inviting to radio and television.

But after a year and a half, N. Khrushchev was retired, and the scourge itself came to naught. In Autobiography, Robert Rozhdestvensky wrote: “... the biography of any person is always connected with the biography of the country. It is connected unusually firmly. And sometimes it is very difficult to highlight something purely personal, its own, unique. It is difficult to write an autobiography also because it is all or almost all in verses.

Is it bad, is it good, but the poet always speaks in verses about himself, about his thoughts, about his feelings. Even when he writes about space. ” Robert Ivanovich Rozhdestvensky was born on June 20 G. Then the family moved to Omsk, a large city on the shores of the Irtysh. There are quite a lot of them. But the biggest is war. I have already finished the first grade of the school and in June the forty -first lived in a pioneer camp near Omsk.

Father and mother went to the front. Even the professional military were convinced that “this” would end soon. As for us, boys, so we were just sure of that. In any case, I then wrote poems in which, - I remember, - the last words scolded the Nazis and gave the most solemn oath to grow as soon as possible. Poems were unexpectedly printed in the regional newspaper our teacher took them there.

I solemnly brought my first fee of about thirteen rubles on September 1 to school and gave it to the defense fund ... For us, boys, the war was in daily reports on the radio, in anticipation of letters from the front, in flower beds, in floral flower beds on a square excavated for potatoes. And then - already at the end - she was also in orphanages, where thousands of people like me were waiting for the return of parents.

Mine - returned. More precisely, R. took me to them. ”Parents divorced me when Robert was five years old. Father died in a battle in Latvia on February 22, Mom, Vera Pavlovna Fedorova, worked as a local school as a director before the war. At the same time, she studied at a medical university. Robert received his name atypical for the Siberian village in honor of the revolutionary Robert Ahehe.

The first verse of a 9-year-old son called "with a rifle my dad goes on a hike ..." was dedicated to his father. It was published in the Omskaya Pravda newspaper in July G. When the parents went to the front, Robert stayed with his grandmother. But after her death in the city, she was able to pick him up after the end of the war in Robert received the middle name and the surname of his stepfather, who managed to replace the boy's own father.

Soon Robert had a brother Ivan Rozhdestvensky. After the war, the Christmas family lived in Koenigsberg for some time, then moved to Leningrad, and cities changed in G., people around changed, the schools in which I studied. Poems wrote all this time. I haven't sent anywhere. Nevertheless, I read them at school evenings to express the teachers of literature ”R.

R.'s creative biography of Robert Rozhdestvensky began with the publication of several“ adults ”verses in the Petrozavodsk magazine“ At the General ”in the city of then the poet turned 18 years old. Then he made an attempt to enter the Moscow Literary Institute, but it turned out to be unsuccessful: “They refused. Reason: "Creative failure." By the way, they did the right thing.

Recently, I was able to see these verses in the archives of the Literary Institute. Quiet horror! Rozhdestvensky, "Autobiography". In order not to waste time, Robert Christmas year studied at the University of Petrozavodsk, but the next year he successfully repeated an attempt to enter the literary university in Moscow, which graduated from the year before graduation, the young poet gained such a volume of works that he was able to publish a debut collection of his poems called “Spring Flags”, which was printed in Karelia Publishing House.

A year later, the poem “My Love” was written. During the practice in Altai, R. Rozhdestvensky met with the young composer A. Flyarkovsky, together with whom such songs as: “Two words”, “Ship”, “My city”, “become such”, “Through the sea are thrown bridges” were written. Many composers wrote music for the songs of Robert Rozhdestvensky.In these creative unions, the songs “Ballad of Colors”, “Moments”, “Song of the distant homeland”, “Call me, call,“ pursuit ”,“ For that guy ”,“ Echo of love ”,“ Hello, mother ”,“ boat ”and others were born.

The poet worked a lot with the composer Arno Babajanyan. Basically, they wrote songs for Muslim Magomayev. It is with such songs of these talented people as “Damn the Wheel”, “Wedding” “Thank you”, “Drive the desire”, “Call me”, “Noktyurn” came to Muslim Magomayev. The songs sounded on the radio, on dance floors, the whole country fell in love and sang them. In the work of the poet to those whom he did not touch, did not exist.

Here are the difficulties of everyday life, and the joy of being, and the development of space, and human relations and, of course, songs about love: love has come as many years in me, love slept. This word did not say anything to me. Love lurked in the depths, she waited - and now she woke up and opened her eyes! Now I do not sing - love sings! And this song in the world echoing.

Love came as the morning came. She is alone in me and cries and laughs! And the whole planet swung open to me! And this joy, like the sun, will not cool! You can’t get away from this fire! You will not hide, you will not hide - love will overtake you! .. In the city of Rozhdestvensky, he wrote the poem “Requiem” dedicated to the memory of those who died on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War, the suffering and heroism of the war years was reflected in it.

Robert Rozhdestvensky recalled about the poem “Requiem”: “I wrote poems and poems. One of the poems “Requiem” is especially dear to me. The fact is that the old photograph has long been lying on my desk for a long time. It depicts six very young, beautiful smiling guys. This is six brothers of my mother. In the year, the youngest of them was 18 years old, the oldest - all of them in the same forty -first went to the front.

And one from the front came alone. I don’t remember how these guys looked in life. Now I'm already older than any of them.