Every child in the USSR knew the poems of Agnia Barto (1906-1981). Her books were printed in millions of copies. This amazing woman devoted her whole life to children. It can be said without exaggeration that the works of Agnia Barto are familiar to all kids who have just learned to speak. Many generations have grown up on poems about Tanya crying and a bear with a torn off paw, and the old film "Foundling" continues to touch the hearts of modern viewers. The style of her poems, written for preschoolers and younger students, is very light, the poems are easy to read and memorize for children. Wolfgang Kazak called them "primitively rhymed". The author, as it were, speaks to the child in a simple everyday language, without lyrical digressions and descriptions - but in rhyme. And the conversation is with young readers, as if the author is their age. Barto's poems are always on a modern topic, she seems to be telling a story that happened recently, and it is typical for her aesthetics to call the characters by their names: “Tamara and I”, “Who does not know Lyubochka”, “Our Tanya is crying loudly”, “Lyoshenka, Lyoshenka, do a favor ”- we are talking about the well-known Leshenkas and Tanyas, who have such shortcomings, and not at all about child readers. Paying tribute to a large number of excellent children's poets, one cannot but agree that Agniya Barto occupies a special place in the golden fund of literature.
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More than anything, Hanna loved poetry and dancing. She recalled about her childhood: “The first impression of my childhood was the high voice of a hurdy-gurdy outside the window. For a long time I dreamed of walking around the yards and turning the handle of the hurdy-gurdy so that people attracted by music would look out of all the windows. She studied at the gymnasium, where, as was customary in intelligent families, she studied French and German. Under the influence of Anna Akhmatova and Vladimir Mayakovsky, she began to write poetic epigrams and sketches - first in a decadent style, and after getting acquainted with the poetry of Vladimir Mayakovsky, which she valued very highly all her subsequent life, she imitated his style for some time. But best of all Hanna succeeded in humorous poems, which she read in the family and among friends. At the same time, she studied at the ballet school. Then she entered the Moscow Choreographic School, after graduating from which in 1924 she entered the ballet troupe, where she worked for about a year. But the troupe emigrated. Agnia's father was against her departure, and she remained in Moscow ...
She became a writer thanks to a curiosity. Anatoly Vasilyevich Lunacharsky was present at the graduation tests at the school, where the young ballerina read her humorous poem "The Funeral March" from the stage. A few days later, he invited her to the People's Commissariat of Education and expressed confidence that Barto was born to write funny poems. In 1925, at the State Publishing House, Barto was sent to the children's editorial office. Agnia Lvovna enthusiastically set to work and soon brought her first poems to the State Publishing House. In 1925, her first poems "Chinese Wang Li" and "The Thief Bear" were published. They were followed by The First of May (1926), Brothers (1928), after the publication of which Korney Chukovsky noted Barto's outstanding talent as a children's poet. Having ventured to read her poem to Chukovsky, Barto attributed authorship to a five-year-old boy. About the conversation with Gorky, she later recalled that she was "terribly worried." She adored Mayakovsky, but when she met him, she did not dare to speak. Glory came to her rather quickly, but did not add her courage - Agnia was very shy. Perhaps it was precisely because of her shyness that Agniya Barto had no enemies. She never tried to seem smarter than she was, did not get involved in near-literary squabbles and well understood that she had a lot to learn. The "Silver Age" brought up in her the most important trait for a children's writer: an infinite respect for the word. Barto's perfectionism drove more than one person crazy: somehow, going to a book congress in Brazil, she endlessly reworked the Russian text of the report, despite the fact that it was to be read in English. Over and over again receiving new versions of the text, the translator at the end promised that he would never work with Barto again, even if she was at least three times a genius...
However, later, in the Stalinist era, when Chukovsky’s children’s poems were subjected to cruel persecution initiated by Nadezhda Konstantinovna Krupskaya, despite the fact that Stalin himself repeatedly quoted The Cockroach, inadequate criticism came from Agnia Barto (and from Sergei Mikhalkov too) . Among the party critics-editors even the term "Chukovshchina" arose. Although other sources say that she did not quite poison Chukovsky, but simply did not refuse to sign some kind of collective paper. In addition, Barto was also seen in the persecution of Marshak. “Barto came to the editorial office and saw galleys of Marshak’s new poems on the table. And she said: “Yes, I can write such poems at least every day!” To which the editor replied: “I beg you, write them at least every other day ...” So much for you quiet!
By this time, Agnia was already married to the children's poet and ornithologist Pavel Nikolayevich Barto, a distant descendant of Scottish emigrants, and co-authored three poems with whom she wrote three poems - "Girl-roar", "Girl grimy" and "Counting". In 1927 their son Edgar (Igor) was born. Agniya Barto worked hard and fruitfully, and, despite accusations of primitive rhymes and insufficient ideological consistency (especially the beautiful mischievous poem "The Dirty Girl"), her poems were very popular with readers, and books were published in millions of copies. Perhaps this was the reason that the marriage of the two poets lasted only 6 years. Perhaps the first marriage did not work out, because she was too hasty with marriage, or maybe it was the professional success of Agnia, which Pavel Barto could not and did not want to survive. At the age of 29, Agniya Barto left her husband for a man who became the main love of her life - one of the most authoritative Soviet specialists in steam and gas turbines, dean of the EMF (Power Engineering Faculty) of the MPEI (Moscow Power Engineering Institute), thermal physicist Andrei Vladimirovich Shcheglyaev, later a member Correspondent of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR and laureate of the Stalin Prizes. Regarding the married couple of Andrei Vladimirovich, who was called “the most beautiful dean of the USSR”, and Agnia Lvovna at the EMF, they jokingly asked: “What are three laureates in one bed?” The answer was: "Shcheglyaev and Barto" (the first was twice a laureate of the Stalin Prize, the second - once, in 1950, for the collection "Poems for Children" (1949)). This talented young scientist purposefully and patiently courted a pretty poetess. At first glance, these were two completely different people: a "lyricist" and a "physicist". Creative, sublime Agniya and heat power engineer Andrey. But in reality, an extremely harmonious union of two loving hearts has been created. According to family members and close friends of Barto, for almost 50 years that Agnia and Andrei lived together, they never quarreled. Writers, musicians, actors often visited their house - the non-conflict character of Agnia Lvovna attracted a variety of people. In this marriage, the daughter Tatyana (1933), now a candidate of technical sciences, was born, who became the heroine of the famous poem about a girl who dropped a ball into the river.
“Mom was the main helmsman in the house, everything was done with her knowledge,” recalls Barto's daughter, Tatyana Andreevna. - On the other hand, they took care of her and tried to create working conditions - she did not bake pies, she did not stand in lines, but, of course, she was the mistress of the house. Nanny Domna Ivanovna lived with us all her life, who came to the house back in 1925, when my elder brother Garik was born. This was a very dear person for us - and the hostess is already in a different, executive sense. Mom always took care of her. She could, for example, ask: “Well, how am I dressed?” And the nanny said: “Yes, it’s possible” or: “Strangely gathered.”
She was non-confrontational, adored practical jokes and did not tolerate swagger and snobbery. Once she arranged a dinner, laid the table - and attached a sign to each dish: "Black caviar - for academicians", "Red caviar - for corresponding members", "Crabs and sprats - for doctors of sciences", "Cheese and ham - for candidates "," Vinaigrette - for laboratory assistants and students. They say that this joke sincerely amused the laboratory assistants and students, but the academicians lacked a sense of humor - some of them were then seriously offended by Agnia Lvovna.
After the publication of a cycle of poetic miniatures for the smallest "Toys" (1936), "Bullfinch" (1939) and other children's poems, Barto became one of the most famous and beloved by readers of children's poets, her works were published in huge editions, were included in anthologies. The rhythm, rhymes, images and plots of these poems turned out to be close and understandable to millions of children. Agnia Lvovna received the love of readers and became the object of criticism. Barto recalled: "Toys" was subjected to harsh verbal criticism for overly complex rhymes. I especially liked the lines:
Dropped Mishka on the floor
They cut off the bear's paw.
I won't throw it away anyway.
Because he's good.
The minutes of the meeting at which these verses were discussed says: "... The rhymes must be changed, they are difficult for a children's poem."
Agniya Barto wrote the scripts for the films Foundling (1939, together with actress Rina Zelena), Alyosha Ptitsyn Develops Character (1953), 10,000 Boys (1961, together with I. Okada), as well as for the Ukrainian film Real Comrade "(1936, dir. L. Bodik, A. Okunchikov) and others. Together with Rina Zelena Barto she also wrote the play Dima and Vava (1940). Her poem "Rope" was taken by director I. Fraz as the basis for the idea of the film "Elephant and Rope" (1945).
Agniya Barto knew that war with Germany was inevitable. In the late 1930s, she traveled to this “neat, clean, almost toy country”, heard Nazi slogans, saw pretty blond girls in dresses “decorated” with a swastika. To her, sincerely believing in the universal brotherhood, if not adults, then at least children, all this was wild and scary.
In 1937, she traveled to Spain as a delegate to the International Congress for the Defense of Culture, which was held in Spain, the meetings of which were held in the besieged burning Madrid. There was a war, and Barto saw the ruins of houses and orphaned children. She always had a lot of determination: she saw the target - and forward, without swaying and retreating: once, just before the bombing, she went to buy castanets. The sky howls, the walls of the store bounce, and the writer makes a purchase! But after all, the castanets are real, Spanish - for Agnia, who danced beautifully, it was an important souvenir. Alexei Tolstoy then sarcastically asked Barto if she had bought a fan in that shop in order to fan herself during the next raids? But, a conversation with a Spaniard made a particularly gloomy impression on her, who, showing a photograph of her son, covered his face with her finger - explaining that the boy's head had been torn off by a shell. “How to describe the feelings of a mother who outlived her child?” Agnia Lvovna wrote then to one of her friends. A few years later, she received the answer to this terrible question ...
During the war, Shcheglyaev, who by that time had become a prominent power engineer, was sent to the Urals, to Krasnogorsk, to one of the power plants to ensure its uninterrupted operation - the factories worked for the war. Agnia Lvovna had friends in those parts who invited her to live with them. So the family - a son, a daughter with a nanny Domna Ivanovna - settled in Sverdlovsk. In Sverdlovsk, Agniya Barto was settled on March 8 Street in the so-called House of Old Bolsheviks. It was built in 1932 specifically for the party elite. Some apartments exceeded one hundred square meters in area, and a dining room, a laundry, a club and a kindergarten worked at the services of VIP residents. During the Great Patriotic War, important party workers and celebrities evacuated to the Urals began to be massively settled here.
The son studied at the flight school near Sverdlovsk, the daughter went to school. Agniya Lvovna writes about herself at this time: “During the Great Patriotic War, I spoke a lot on the radio in Moscow and Sverdlovsk. She published military poems, articles, essays in newspapers. In 1943 she was on the Western Front as a correspondent for Komsomolskaya Pravda. But she never stopped thinking about my main, young hero. During the war, I really wanted to write about Ural teenagers who worked at machine tools at defense plants, but for a long time I could not master the topic. Pavel Petrovich Bazhov [famous revolutionary storyteller, "Ural Tales"] advised me to get to know the interests of artisans and, most importantly, their psychology, to acquire a specialty with them, for example, a turner. Six months later, I got a discharge, really. The lowest. But I got closer to the topic that worried me (“A student is coming”, 1943)”. She mastered turning and even received the second category, and Agniya Lvovna gave the prize received during the war for the construction of a tank. In February 1943, Shcheglyaev was recalled from Krasnogorsk to Moscow and allowed to travel with his family. They returned, and Agnia Lvovna again began to seek a trip to the front. Here is what she wrote about it: “It was not easy to get permission from the PUR. I turned to Fadeev for help.
- I understand your desire, but how can I explain the purpose of your trip? - he asked. - They will tell me: - she writes for children.
- And you tell me that it is also impossible to write about the war for children without seeing anything with their own eyes. And then ... they send readers to the front with funny stories. Who knows, maybe my poems will come in handy? The soldiers will remember their children, and those who are younger will remember their childhood.”
A travel order was received, but Agnia Lvovna worked in the army for 22 days.
In 1944 the poet returns to Moscow. 4 days before the long-awaited Victory, on May 5, 1945, a tragedy occurred in the family of the poetess - her son Igor, while riding a bicycle, was hit by a truck in Lavrushinsky Lane (Moscow). A friend of Agnia Lvovna, Yevgenia Alexandrovna Taratuta, recalled that Agnia Lvovna these days had completely withdrawn into herself. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, she didn't talk...
In 1947, the poem "Zvenigorod", unexpected in Barto's work, was published, idyllically depicting the life of children in an orphanage. Of course, the content of the poem conveyed the real atmosphere of orphanages quite idealized, but this work had an unexpected response. A woman who had been looking for her daughter Nina, who disappeared during the war, wrote to Barto for eight years that she felt better now, because she hoped that the girl ended up in a good orphanage. Although the letter did not contain any requests for help, the poetess turned to the relevant services, and after two years of searching, Nina was found. The Ogonyok magazine published an essay about this event, and Agnia Lvovna began to receive many letters from people who had lost their relatives during the war, while there was not always enough data for searching. Agnia Lvovna wrote: “What was to be done? Should I send these letters to special organizations? But for an official search, accurate data is needed. But what if they are not there, if the child was lost when he was small and could not say where and when he was born, he could not even give his last name ?! Such children were given new surnames, the doctor determined their age. How can a mother find a child who has long become an adult if his surname has been changed? And how can an adult find relatives if he does not know who he is and where he comes from? But people do not calm down, they have been looking for parents, sisters, brothers for years, they believe that they will find them. The following thought occurred to me: can not help in the search for children's memory? The child is observant, he sees sharply, accurately and remembers what he saw for life. It is only important to select those main and always in some way unique childhood impressions that would help relatives to recognize the lost child. For example, a woman who got lost in the war as a child remembered that she lived in Leningrad and that the name of the street began with “o”, and there was a bathhouse and a shop next to the house. Barto's team unsuccessfully searched for such a street. They found an old bath attendant who knew all the Leningrad baths. As a result, by the method of elimination, they found out that there was a bathhouse on Serdobolskaya Street - the “o” in the name was remembered by the girl ... In another case, parents who lost their four-month-old daughter in the war remembered only that the child had a mole that looked like a rose on her shoulder . Naturally, they did not know the name under which their daughter lived after the war. But the only clue worked: the inhabitants of the Ukrainian village called the transmission and reported that one of their neighbors had a mole that looked like a rose...
Agnia Lvovna's hopes for the power of childhood memories were justified. Through the Find a Person program, which once a month for nine years (1964-1973) she hosted on Mayak radio, reading excerpts from letters describing individual signs or fragmentary memories of lost people, she managed to reunite 927 families torn apart by the war. The first book of prose of the writer is called so and is called - "Find a man". About this work, Barto wrote the first book of prose - the story "Find a Man" (published in 1968), and in 1973 director Mikhail Bogin made the film "Looking for a Man" based on this book.
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Agnia Barto was repeatedly awarded orders and medals for her writing and social activities. Laureate of the Lenin Prize (1972) - for the book of poems "For flowers in the winter forest" (1970) (Award for works for children). For many years, Barto headed the Association of Literature and Art for Children, was a member of the international Andersen jury. Numerous trips to different countries (Bulgaria, England, Japan ...) led her to the idea of the wealth of the inner world of a child of any nationality. This idea was confirmed by the poetry collection "Translations from Children" (1976), the release of which was timed to coincide with the Sofia writers' forum dedicated to the role of word artists in the practical implementation of the Helsinki Accords. This collection contains free translations of poems written by children from different countries: the main purpose of the collection is to proclaim humanistic values that are important for children around the world. In 1976 she was awarded the International Prize. Andersen. Her poems have been translated into many languages of the world.
Other awards:
- The order of Lenin
- Order of the October Revolution
- two Orders of the Red Banner of Labor
- Order of the Badge of Honor
- medal "For saving the drowning"
- Medal "Miner's Glory" I degree (from the miners of Karaganda)
- Order of the Smile
- International Gold Medal named after Leo Tolstoy "For merits in the creation of works for children and youth" (posthumously).
Agnia Lvovna loved her grandchildren Vladimir and Natalya very much, dedicated poems to them, taught them to dance. She remained active for a long time, traveling a lot around the country, playing tennis and dancing at her 75th birthday. Agniya Barto died on April 1, 1981, not recovering from a heart attack, and barely having time to rejoice at the birth of her great-granddaughter Asya. After the autopsy, the doctors were shocked: the vessels were so weak that it was not clear how the blood had flowed into the heart for the past ten years. Once Agniya Barto said: “Almost every person has moments in his life when he does more than he can.” In her own case, it wasn't a minute, it was how she lived her whole life. The poetess was buried at the Novodevichy Cemetery (plot No. 3). The name Agnia Barto was given to the minor planet (2279) Barto, located between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter, as well as to one of the craters on Venus.
Barto's creative heritage is diverse - from propaganda poems written for any Soviet holiday to heartfelt lyrical sketches. Often Barto's works are frankly didactic: her predilection for aphoristically expressed morality crowning the poem is known: “But, following fashion, / / Do not mutilate yourself”; “And if you need a payment,//Then the deed is worthless”; “Remember the simple truth: / / If the girls are friendly. / / “Five girls about the sixth” // You shouldn’t gossip like that, ”etc. In many of Barto’s works, child psychology is depicted subtly and with gentle humor. Such is the poem “Bullfinch” (1938), whose hero, shocked by the beauty of the bullfinch and trying to become “good” so that his parents agree to buy him a bird, is painfully experiencing this need (“And I answered with anguish:!! - I am always like this now”). Having become the happy owner of a bullfinch, the hero sighs with relief: “So, you can fight again. //Tomorrow morning in the yard”. In the poem “I have grown up” (1944), a girl who has become a schoolgirl and asserts her “adulthood” still retains a touching attachment to old toys. All Barto's work is imbued with the conviction of the right of childhood - as a special world - to a certain independence from the world of adults. Barto's poetry, which has always directly responded to the demands of the time, is unequal: reflecting the contradictions of the era, it contains both weak, opportunistic works and genuine masterpieces that retain their charm to this day.
On the Internet, Agnia Barto is credited with the poem "Circus", allegedly written in 1957. This poem was copied by many bloggers in 2010. In fact, the verse was written in 2009 by the poet Mikhail Yudovsky. Here one can draw parallels with the poem “Volodin’s Portrait”, actually written by Agnia Barto in 1957.
We're going to the circus today!
In the arena today again
With a trained bear
Tamer Uncle Vova.
The circus is numb with delight.
I want to hold on to dad
And the Bear does not dare to growl,
Only sucks amusing paw,
He takes himself by the scruffs,
It is important to bow to the children.
How funny is the circus
With Uncle Vova and the Bear!
Volodin portrait
A group sits by the fire.
Did you recognize Volodya?
He sat in the front row.
Runners are standing in the photo
With numbers on the chest.
Someone familiar ahead
This is Vova ahead.
Filmed Volodya on weeding,
And on a holiday, on a Christmas tree,
And on a boat by the river
And at the chessboard.
It was filmed with a hero pilot!
We will open another magazine
He stands among the swimmers.
Who is he after all?
What does he do?
The fact that he is filming!
A. Barto, 1957
In our time, Agnia Barto's poems have received a "second life", in particular in the illustrations of Vladimir Kamaev:
as well as in the "New Russian parodies" Koryukin Evgeny Borisovich:
ball Our Tanya is crying loudly: | Our Tanya howled again: Dropped the hair dryer in the jacuzzi. He hisses under water strangely - Climb, Tanya, into the bath! |
bear Dropped the bear on the floor | Dropped Mishka on the floor He was an adult - he did not cry. Lie down specifically Michael: Bratanov invested in cops. |
goby A bull is walking, swinging, | There is a "bull" - a terrible mug, The trouble struck again. Oh, arrow, damn it, yesterday Didn't ask again. |
Elephant Time to sleep! The bull fell asleep | After drinking, the bulls sleep Their mobile calls were silenced. Mishka is sleeping in a dead sleep, Only me with a dream a bummer. I am a security guard - I sleep well ... And I always dream of a woman. |
Bunny The hostess threw the bunny - | "Bunny" was kicked out by the hostess: I did not sleep with the hostess of "Bunny". Doomed, you "Bunny", damn, Be homeless without a residence permit. |
horse I love my horse | I love my chick so much Though the hairstyle is like a whisk ... On March 8, figs, I'll give her a wig. |
Truck No, in vain we decided | No, in vain we decided Lech, sleeping in the car, Suddenly burn to the ground with you - The truck was great! |
Kid I have a goat | Would a goat live with me, Than my roommate is a goat. I'll give him a green buck, - If only he'd gone! I would sew it in the garden - I want to live with the young! |
boat Tarpaulin, | Baseball cap on the tower bottle in hand I am sailing on a yacht On a clear river. And the girls reach A cry from the shore - Take at least for the steward We are wholesale, man! |
Airplane Let's build the plane ourselves | We will buy the plane ourselves, We don't need a sled, A lot of grandmas if in your pocket ... Oligarchs, we are with you! |
Checkbox Burning in the sun | It was red, I remember checkbox, Yes Boris Yeltsin Burned him! |
Modern non-children's poems
I. Technical progress
Objections to progress have always boiled down to accusations of immorality.
Bernard Show
Rubber Zina
Bought at the store
Rubber Zina
They brought it to the apartment.
The purchase was taken out
Inflated with a pump -
This same Zina
There was an inflatable valve.
Was like real
talking toy,
And in the sense of personal belongings
Everything was in it - okay:
Like melons, there were titi
(Forgive the comparison!)
Elastic, moreover
And they smelled like mignonette;
And in the right place of risk,
Two lunar half-disk
You were clearly promised
Fire and passion heat.
And, by the way, Zina,
Like a sultry girl
I could, I'm sorry
Orgasm portray:
Moaned and sobbed,
And gave heat
And even kissed
By God, I'm not lying!
They gave Zina Styopa,
Big Clue,
Because the beauties
Didn't have any success.
Stepan served as a mentor,
And even an obvious fool
Didn't come to the head
Please Stephen.
And here without a market
(Just a "thing" - a couple!)
Will replace the floor capricious
Inflatable sampler!
Another ment was appreciated:
The doll didn't follow
Supply you with a surprise
Venus, for example;
Didn't ask for gifts
And she didn't wear a coat
Rivals recognized -
Put them next to you!
And most importantly, that mother-in-law
Powers were not observed:
Zinulenka without a mother
They brought into the world.
There was only one bad thing:
Zinulya clumsy
In terms of culinary
And the cook was known;
Borsch did not know naval,
But in carnal pleasures
Her, as they say,
At least eat with a spoon!
And, by the way, in the technical age
Us soon cute
Some scientist
Ersatz will invent;
It will have everything you need
For a married girl
In addition, it can also
Wash, cook, wash.
Will not bear children
But we will not be lost:
We will be cloned
From night to dawn...
Who's intrigued here
And time-savvy
Of course, he will ask for the address -
Where to buy all this?
I'll tell everyone without hesitation:
As long as it's all tales,
But the men will soon
That address will be known.
II. Metamorphoses
Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Lost - no, not a ball, -
And a business card to the young man,
The local mafia father.
The godfather appointed her
Arrive at your office by eight
But the devil, damn it
I thought differently.
What is unfortunate: even more so for her
Do not be in secrets
And dressed in Versace
Do not flaunt at the table
Don't go to restaurants
New life to drink wine
And then, in a drunken frenzy,
Fall deeper everything, to the bottom.
How, beauty, do not be ashamed
Shed such tears!
The boss will find it - so obvious! -
Very soon your address ...
III. geeks
It was in the evening
There was nothing to do...
And a bunch of kids
Six years, maybe five
Separated from books
Gathered to chat
About various things there -
Though about the ancestors, for example ...
It was summer outside
Red like a pioneer:
The sun went down like a ball,
Nimble swifts in the sky
With the dexterity of a polygamist
Made turns...
In a word, everything had
To revelations to the children;
Much is said or little
But came to the court
This babble, like a child,
Somewhere even funny
Only the spirit pierced through the Soviet
In every bike naughty ...
Kolya was the first to say:
"If it were my will,
First things first, I decided
Twist the ropes from the veins
Those who deprive us of childhood,
And without false coquetry
All, with one loop,
He sent an unearthly to paradise ... "
Here Vova seemed to assent:
“I’m looping everyone - what’s wrong? ..
I know a way more radical
I am for the execution of all channels:
Buy a lot of chewing gum
Chew and hammer your mouth
To all the filthy politicians,
Who with half-drunk zeal
We draw heaven on earth ...
Who dies - so to hell with you! ..
Don't mess with your grandmother
And caulk our brains!..”
Vlad intervened (oh, and dock!):
"Oh, guys, how cruel
There will be that, and this revenge! ..
I have another one:
Uncle, aunt of all the bad guys
We'll send it to the moon!"
That's how Vlad! .. That's taken aback! ..
Puzzled!.. Well, well!..
Guys thought:
Where can I get such a ship
To all inveterate liars
On the way to send unearthly? ..
Look how many have accumulated:
All liars - wherever you spit!
The light is here:
“It’s June in the yard now,
If we bother,
And don't waste time
That dream can come true
On the eve of October...
And now - closer to the body,
As de Maupassant joked,
We will close this topic -
The rocket will be launched!
For that, all you need
We have five billions of commercials ... "
Supported Svetka together:
“UNESCO can give them!..”
... It was in the evening,
There was nothing to do
And childish fantasy
Spilled by the river...
This is not bullshit for you
Burzhuin my dear! ..
IV. Goat and vine to grandson Fedya
From one nostril in the nose
I'll bring out the goat
I will milk the goat
Milk relatives to drink.
And in the other nostril, a goat,
A vine grows for you:
Will you pinch the leaves -
One, two, three, four, five…
All of them were eaten by a goat -
The vine became bare...
We will not grieve with a goat -
We'll get new ones tomorrow...
© Copyright: Anatoly Beshentsev , 2014 Certificate of Publication No. 214061900739
Most of all, of course, Tanechka got with her ball:
* * *
Our Tanya is crying loudly
Days and nights to fly:
Tanya's husband drowned in the river -
That's howling like a coyote.
Not whining, but moaning softly,
He does not see - who is not sighted:
Husband is shit - shit does not sink,
Hush, Tanechka, don't cry...
Tanyada
Our Tanya is crying loudly
Dropped a ball into the river.
Tanya, don't shed tears
Dive in and catch up!
Our Tanya is drowning in the river -
Jumped for the ball.
Rings float on the water
A round ball.
Our Tanya is crying loudly,
Dropped Masha into the river.
Hush, Tanechka, don't cry,
Crying will not help Masha.
Our Tanya at the factory
He spends all holidays.
So, Tanya, do you want the ball -
Hang out at the factory!
Our Tanya early in the morning
Turned out two blanks.
“Here, boss, look:
We, pigs, became three!
Our Tanya barks loudly
Often lifts the leg.
Hush, Tanechka, don't bark!
Call the paramedics!
Our Tanya with loud snoring
Woke up mom and dad!
Hush, Tanya, don't snore!
Sleep with your head in the pillow!
Our Tanya is very loud
Far sent Romka.
Enough, Roma, do not gundi,
Kohl sent, so go!
Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Threw Tanya burning macho.
Hush, Tanechka, don't cry,
There are so many of them, these matches.
Our Tanya calls the cat
Pokes a cat in a pile with his nose,
Because this cat
Messed us up a little.
Our Tanya is torturing the cat,
The cat meows plaintively.
Hush, kitty, don't cry
Otherwise, you will catch the ball!
A khachik goes to our Tanya,
Moldovan, Armenian.
Don't be scared, it means
Tanya makes repairs.
Our Tanya is crying loudly.
Tanya flew in, so.
Don't roar and don't rage
Go get an ultrasound.
Our Tanya timidly hides
The body is fat in the cliffs.
Okay, Tanechka, don't hide,
All the same, everyone can see you.
Our Tanya is crying loudly.
The female doctor is puzzled:
Explain to me, don't cry
How did the ball get here?
Our Tanya in the apartment
Dropped weights on the floor.
And today our neighbor
Eats lime for lunch.
Our Tanya is waiting for a soldier,
As a suitor to her candidate.
Enough, Tanechka, don't wait,
Marry your neighbor!
Our Tanya is crying bitterly
Crying, crying, crying, crying.
Tears flow a meter around
Tanya is peeling bitter onions.
Our Tanya laughs and jumps.
No, not our Tanya, then.
Our something must roar,
This is obviously not her.
© 2007 Krasnaya Burda
How could famous poets say about this grief?
ANDREY KROTKOV
Horace:
Tatyana sobs loudly, her grief is inconsolable;
Down from the pink-flaming cheeks, tears flow like a river;
She indulged in girlish games in the garden -
The mischievous ball could not be kept in thin fingers;
A frisky horse jumped out, rushed down the slope,
Sliding off the edge of the cliff, he fell into a turbulent stream.
Dear maiden, do not cry, your loss is healed;
There is a command to the slaves - to bring fresh water;
Racks, they are brave, they are accustomed to any work -
Feel free to swim, and the ball will return to you.
Alexander Blok:
Tatiana sobs inconsolably,
And a tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart attack
From the ball that fell into the river.
It sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the past game.
Do not worry. Your ball will not sink -
We'll get it tonight.
Vladimir Mayakovsky:
In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Curse or cry:
Straight from the shore
Fell into the river
Girls Tanya
Ball.
Tears are gushing
From Tanya's eyes.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying maiden!
Let's go for water
And we'll get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!
Ivan Krylov:
A certain girl named Tatyana,
A fair mind and a flawless body,
In the village, dragging days
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
Then he gives in with his foot, then he pushes with his hand,
And, having played with him, he does not even hear with half an ear.
The Lord did not save, there was a hole -
The playful ball fell into the abyss of water.
The unfortunate Tatyana is crying, shedding tears;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half drunk -
Kartuz soslek
And taco rivers:
“Come on, lady! This trouble is not grief.
I'll harness Sivka, and soon for water
I'll jump up.
My gaff is sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river I skillfully and quickly
I'll get the ball."
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms tears.
***
NATALIA FEDORENKO
Robert Burns:
Tanya lost the ball..
What will you take from her?
Tanya Johnny was kissing..
Is it a lie?
Tanya has sadness in her heart:
Can't get the ball..
There will be someone again by the river
Johnny kissing..
***
ARKADY EIDMAN
Boris Pasternak:
The ball bounced on the wave
Her ram.
On the shore, on the old stump
Tanya sobbed.
Drop the ball? And in a terrible dream
No, I didn't!
And therefore on this stump
She roared...
But the ball is not a miss and not a sucker,
It won't sink.
And the parodist is good or bad -
The people will judge...
Bulat Okudzhava:
Plays a ball in the river. Plays and frolics.
He is full of thoughts and strength, he is round and he is ruddy.
And there, on the shore, the girls burst into tears,
The choir of grieving Tatyana sobs in unison ...
The ball doesn't care, it swims like a fish
Or maybe like a dolphin, or maybe like ... a ball.
He shouts to Tatyana: "We would add smiles!"
But from the shore, a friendly cry rushes in response ...
***
IRINA KAMENSKY
Yunna Moritz:
Tanya walked along the canal,
Tatyanka has a new ball.
Quiet music played
On Ordynka, on Polyanka.
The ball is in the water. Didn't catch up.
Tears slide down the cheeks.
Quiet music played
On the Polyanka, on the Ordynka.
Mom wiped her tears
Stupid little Tatyana.
Quiet music played
On Ordynka, on Polyanka
***
ILYA TSEITLIN
Alexander Tvardovsky:
River, far right bank,
The ball floated away from the left.
Where to find justice, right?
Who would return the ball?
After all, without the ball to the girl
On Russian shores
Not good for dressing up
Without a toy, it's a seam!
Tanya whimpers, sips vodka,
Look, ball fighter! Not a dream!
It was Andryusha Krotkov,
It was, of course, him!
Poetically hot
And mighty as a tram!
Tanya forgot the ball,
Let's lyric Tanka!
Arseny Tarkovsky:
Those were drops of flammable tears,
An almost silent, bitter cry.
By chance, cooler
The ball rolled into the abyss of water.
Unhealed wound...
To the sound of running water
I often see Tatyana
And her footprints by the river...
Bulat Okudzhava:
In the yard where every evening
Tanya played with a ball,
A line of attendants rustled husks,
Black Angel - Valka Perchik,
Run the booth
And they called her Baba Yaga!
And wherever I go
(Today, however, more food)
On business or so, take a walk.
Everything seems to me that
Valka runs on the trail,
And he tries to take the ball away.
Let it be shabby and bald,
Tired, overweight
I will never return to the yard.
Still, brothers, I'm to blame
I'm terribly bored without jokes,
Here is and glad to joke sometimes!
***
TAIL
Athanasius Fet:
The only one rolled into the gust of the heating main
Tannin's beloved ball.
All stunned not childishly warlike
Cry.
Was it just a goodbye?
Nobody understood Tanya.
What to tear off the techies as a punishment?
What?
The ball will not sink and the devil will not cross,
Walk along the heating main -
The hole in the pipe will soon open again!
Wait!
Igor Severyanin:
In a jaguar cape,
Purple from grief
Tatyana is crying sea
Oh, Tanechka, don't cry!
Our friend rubber ball
He does not see this grief,
Empty inside he's great
And the river is not an executioner.
***
BELKA (guest from Hochmodrome)
Sergey Yesenin:
Tanyusha was good, there was no more beautiful in the village,
Red ruffle on white sundress on the hem.
At the ravine, Tanya walks for wattle fences in the evening,
And he kicks the ball with his foot - he loves a strange game.
A guy came out, bowed his curly head:
"Allow me, soul-Tatyana, to kick him too?"
Pale as a shroud, cold as dew.
Her scythe developed like a soul-snake.
"Oh you, blue-eyed guy, I'll say no offense,
I kicked him with my foot, but now I can’t find it.”
"Don't be sad, my Tanyusha, apparently the ball went to the bottom,
If you love me, I will immediately dive after him."
Alexander Pushkin:
Tatiana, dear Tatiana!
With you now I shed tears:
The river is deep and misty
Your wonderful toy
I accidentally dropped it off a bridge...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball
He will not drown in a stormy river,
After all, the ball is not a stone, not a log,
He won't sink to the bottom
His seething stream drives,
Flowing through the meadow, through the forest
To the dam of the nearby hydroelectric power station.
Mikhail Lermontov:
White ball lonely
In the fog of the blue river -
Escaped from Tanya, not far away,
He left his native shore...
Waves play - the wind whistles,
And Tanya cries and screams,
She is stubbornly looking for her ball,
He follows him along the shore.
Under it, a stream of lighter azure,
Above him is a golden ray of sunshine...
And he, rebellious, asks for a storm,
As if there is peace in the storms!
Nikolay Nekrasov:
Tanya cried as she dropped the ball,
Bitterly sobbed, drooping without strength,
She washed her cheeks with burning tears.
Ball down the slope playful greyhound
He rolled into the river, and the river murmurs,
Spins the toy, does not want to return
Give the ball to a cute frolic.
There would be trouble. Yes, mother comforted
Poor Tanya: “Well, enough screaming!
It is necessary to rock Arinushka in unsteadiness,
We have to pull carrots in the garden,
Stop prancing free
Throwing the ball, splashing in the palms!
Women, on the river, washing clothes,
The ball was seen floating on the waves,
And they stopped rinsing involuntarily.
- Look, the empty toy does not sink!
- See how it floats. It's unlikely to come here
Will the current wash over the ferry?
- I must tell the carrier Prov,
Suddenly, yes, he will catch ... Oh, women, it's time!
I hear - Redhead mooing at the yard!
So here is Tanyushin laughing day
A gloomy shadow hid the losses.
Tannins full of life cheeks
Sadly faded, covered with tears,
The young soul burned with sadness.
The ball floated away, which means that childhood has passed.
Margarita Shulman
In the style of D. Sukharev.
I was a little boy, and in those years more than once
About the disappeared ball, Tanya listened to the story,
How he fell and swam down the river for show
Multicolored rubber ball.
And the soul painted pictures in anguish:
How I, along with the ball, wait for Tanya on the river,
And the rubber friend sleeps with a wave on his cheek,
Well, Tanya is crying loudly in the distance.
Since then, I have made my dream come true:
Tannin's ball floated away, and I sing a song,
I publish poems, I save fees,
And insanely happy with fate!
Voluptuous poison - Tannin motley ringing ball -
And a toy, and a feeder, and a loss ...
There was a powerful, very mournful cry about you.
Even though I myself do not believe in this sorrow (Tanya, my dear, forgive me!) ...
In the style of R. Rozhdestvensky.
I'll get up before dawn today
I'll look for the tannin ball in the cupboard.
Something with my memory became:
Can't find it in my hat.
I'll go to the river with her,
I will look around the entire coast.
Where is your ball, my otter,
He's worth that much money!
And Tatyana roars with bitter bitterness,
He points his finger at the bushes by the river.
It can be seen that the ball sank and did not surface last midnight,
Either a thunderstorm, or the ball was carried away by strangers.
In the style of V. Korostylev, V. Lifshits.
Ah, Tanya, Tanya, Tanechka,
Her case was like this:
Our Tanechka played
Over a fast river.
And the ball is red and blue
Jumped along the shore
Attention Tanechka
Nobody turned.
Can not be!
Imagine this!
Nobody turned.
But now the storm has frowned,
And ripples all over the river
Terrible thunder rumbles
Lightning in the distance.
And Tanechka became scared,
And no one around...
And the ball slipped out of the handles
And run on the water!
And here again over the river
Crying doesn't stop
Tanechka is sad about the past
And remembers the ball.
Elastic, blue-red,
He disappeared and trace ...
Ah, Tanya, Tanya, Tanechka
There is no worse loss.
Can not be!
Imagine this!
There is no worse loss.
In the style of S. Yesenin.
You are my obedient ball, playful ball,
Why are you lying, swaying, on a playful wave?
Or what did you see, or do you miss it so much?
Tanya is crying loudly, you don't notice.
And you threaten the local hooligan from there,
Like a forbidden buoy, like Tanya's watchman.
Oh, and today I myself looked sideways,
Instead of a fast river, he fell into the reeds.
I met Tanya there, in inconsolable crying,
Comforted in the arms, I could not help it ...
He seemed to himself experienced and strict,
Not drunk at all, not even miserable.
And, having lost modesty, having become foolish on the board,
He drowned that ball, little blue, striped ...
Mayakovsky "Proletarian Tears"
The product is spherical, molded from red rubber,
Simple Soviet ball, children's,
In the middle of the river, it froze like a monolith.
Above him, on the bridge, unrestrainedly crying out loud furiously,
Only eight years old, a simple girl Tanya,
In the future, the mother of a communist.
Daughter of the hero of labor, artist, metallurgist and proletarian
Your rubber sports equipment
Lost in the river's muddy glow.
Wipe the nurse's padded jacket sleeve,
You shed Tatyana tears in vain.
Spit on the ball, lost in the belly of the river.
Soon scarlet will break dawn over the world!
Night. The street. River. Fall.
uncontrollable crying,
The shock of a young creature,
Lost suddenly not just a ball ...
The soul hurt and suffered,
While carrying the toy away.
Night. Ice ripples of the channel.
Tatyana. Tears. Bridge. Sadness.
Omar Khayyam
And today, even laugh, and even cry,
You will see a ball on the Tanyushin River.
Let them say - I'm blind, I won't judge -
The blind sees farther than the sighted.
petrarch
There was a day on which, according to the Creator of the universe
Grieving, the sun has faded - a bitter cry
On the bank of the river. floating ball
And the face of the virgin - I became their prisoner captive!
Did I guess that in a dispute between light and shadow
The case will bring us together - an angel and an executioner,
That the gentle arrows of love are hot fire
And cold hearted at the same time?
Well, Cupid got his way -
Willless next to her and unarmed,
I adore her pleading gaze.
I'll get the ball, oh happiness - he's nearby,
And we, brushing the tears from the eyes-pearls,
Come with you, dear, to the altar.
A child's cry is heard near the river:
Half a mile away from this event,
Quite a wet, dirty ball
Cling to the willows. Well-groomed and well-fed
A rook looks at the misfortune from a branch.
If only the Almighty gave me more agility ...
What is left for me to cry with Tanya too?
Child, I know God will help you!
D. Prigov
If, say, in a local river you see a children's ball
And you will hear a nasty cry, I would even say a howl,
Don't touch him, my friend, he's not money or netsuke -
Only a girl's toy, well, which means he's not yours.
But, when weeping is not heard and her face is not seen,
And along the river, as before, the poor ball floats,
Don't doubt it, it's completely, completely nobody's,
Tomorrow may come in handy - you take it and hide it.
Ya. Smelyakov
Along small houses beckons
Cool, in the middle of summer, a stream.
Good girl Tanya
Shutting off the sun's rays
With a hand stained with silt,
Sheds tears in the grass.
The luminary suffers with her,
The sadness of the blue skies.
Reflected in the stream water
The boy rushes to help.
Girl, go, not a stranger -
Factory ... Let it be unaware
Reader, but this is a sign
(Anyone in the village will tell you):
To the ball saved by the answer
Girlish love will be.
Folk. Chastushka
My darling is hot
Move your brains better:
If you don't get the ball,
You'll get the hell out of it at night.
Japanese version. Haiku
Tanya-chan lost her face
Crying about the ball rolling into the pond.
Get a grip, daughter of the samurai.
and my favorite:
Our Tanya is crying loudly.
Dropped a ball into the river.
Cry louder Tanechka -
The damn ball floats.
Life is slipping away
Lie down and die.
In the morning at Tatyana's school
My head was hurting.
And he and his girlfriend Ira
We drank some beer.
After the fifth glass
The headmistress caught them.
Tanya got angry
And because it was
In the state of a subject -
Then she was sent by her mother.
The director started
In general, the fight began.
Well, somehow there in a drunken way,
They broke Tatyana's nose.
The point is not that the eye is lined -
Her heart hurts.
Tanya without warning
The guy left on Sunday.
How not to hang yourself here
On the fourth month.
Everything would be nothing
If only I knew from whom.
Later Tanya went home
The ball was carried in front of her.
There were few failures.
Dropped a ball in the river...
Agnia Barto is the most famous children's poetess, whose works have forever entered the golden classics of Soviet children's literature. And today she is rightfully considered an unsurpassed master of children's poetry, her poems are a reference for children's poets. Her works, simple at first glance, are the result of painstaking work and an endless search for new poetic forms that are understandable and accessible to children. But the main business of her life was the radio program "Find a Man", thanks to which many families that were separated during the Great Patriotic War were reunited.
Agnia Lvovna Barto was born in Moscow in 1906 into a wealthy Jewish family. The childhood of little Getel (this is the real name of Agnia Barto) was happy and cloudless, she grew up in a typical atmosphere of the Moscow intelligentsia of those years. A spacious apartment, a housekeeper and a cook in the service, frequent dinner parties, mandatory summer moves to the country, admission to the gymnasium and ballet school - everything in Getel's life developed like an ordinary girl from a bourgeois environment. The father, a veterinarian, brilliantly educated, did his best to pass on the knowledge to his only daughter, and dreamed of a career as a ballerina for her. In addition, she was born in the Silver Age of Russian poetry - the era of fashion for writing and the search for new poetic forms, and the passion for creativity did not pass the future Agnia Barto.
At the age of 18, she married the young poet Pavel Barto, with whom they wrote together and dreamed of poetic fame. In 1925, plucking up her courage, Barto brought her poems to the State Publishing House, and was very disappointed when she was sent to the children's literature department. Children's poetry was considered "pampering", real geniuses worked in the field of lyrics. A chance meeting with V. Mayakovsky became fateful, it was he who convinced Agnia of the need for poetry for children, as an important element of pedagogical education. This is probably why Barto's early poems, written together with her first husband, are more like "teasers":
What's the howl? What's a roar?
Is there a herd of cows there?
No, there is not a cow,
This is Ganya-revka.
Family life did not work out, but Barto already “got a taste”, her own poems were a success and she created with pleasure for the children. Observant, she accurately noticed the images created by the children, listened to the conversations of the children on the street, communicated with them in schools and orphanages.
The second marriage of Barto with a prominent scientist - a thermal power engineer turned out to be extremely happy, and Agnia plunged headlong into work. She was criticized a lot, the "pillars" of children's poetry S. Marshak and K. Chukovsky often scolded her for changing the size of the stanza, using assonant rhymes, but Barto stubbornly searched for her style, easy and memorable. The undoubted "highlight" of her work is the ability to reproduce children's speech, with its short sentences and precise images. Her poems are simple for children's perception, and humor and irony give children the opportunity to look at themselves from the outside and notice their shortcomings with a smile.
On May 4, 1945, when the whole country froze in joyful expectation of victory, misfortune happened in Barto's life - the life of her 18-year-old son was absurdly cut short. This tragedy changed her life. But the work saved her, pulling her out of the abyss of terrible grief. Barto traveled a lot not only around the country, but also abroad. Knowing several foreign languages, she freely communicated with children from other countries, undertook translations of foreign children's poets.
Agniya Barto became the organizer of the country's first program to search for people, the prototype of the "Wait for me" program. Lost children often remembered only small details of their childhood, and wrote Barto about them, and she read them on the radio, choosing the most significant - the father's name, the dog's nickname, the details of home life. Soon the program became so popular that many people went to Moscow directly to Lavrushinsky Lane, where the poetess lived, and Barto received and listened to everyone, connecting her household members to this activity. Subsequently, Barto devoted almost 10 years to this, managed to unite more than 927 families and wrote a touching book about the fate of lost children.
She died in 1981 and was buried at the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow. There is no pretentious epitaph on her grave, it simply says:
Agniya Barto
Writer.
Barto Agnia Lvovna, whose biography will be discussed in detail in this article, is famous throughout the post-Soviet space for her wonderful children's poems. However, few people know that the poetess was also engaged in translations, wrote screenplays and even was a radio host.
Childhood
Barto Agnia was born on February 17, 1906. The biography of the writer says that her childhood years were very joyful. The girl was born into an intelligent family. Her father, Lev Nikolaevich, worked as a veterinarian, and her mother, Maria Ilyinichna, raised her daughter and ran the household.
Agnia (nee Volova) was born in Moscow, where she spent her childhood and youth. She always remembered her father especially warmly. Lev Nikolaevich often went on business trips, but on those rare days when he was at home, he spent a lot of time with his beloved daughter, read Krylov's fables to her, and taught her to read. It was he who instilled in Agnia a love of literature. His first serious gift was a biography book "How L. N. Tolstoy lived and worked."
The poetess had somewhat conflicting feelings for her mother. On the one hand, she loved her, on the other, she admitted that she considered her a capricious and lazy woman who constantly puts off things for tomorrow. The nanny, who came from the village, and the governess, who taught the girl French, took care of the child.
Academic years
Agnia Barto (photo and biography are presented in this article) received an excellent home education, led by her father. Lev Nikolaevich hoped that his daughter would become a ballerina, so she danced for many years, but she did not show talent in this area. But Agnia began to write poetry already in childhood. Akhmatova became the standard for her. Nevertheless, she did not give up ballet and combined these classes with gymnasium classes.
The first critic for Agnia was the father. He was very strict about her poetic tests and did not allow his daughter to neglect the style and poetic sizes. He especially scolded her for the fact that she often changed sizes in the lines of one verse. However, it is precisely this feature of Barto's poetry that will later become distinctive.
The revolutionary events and the Civil War did not particularly affect the fate of the girl, as she lived in the world of ballet and poetry. After the gymnasium, Agnia went to the Choreographic School, which she graduated in 1924. These were hungry years, and the future poetess, despite her fifteen years of age, went to work in a store where they gave out herring heads, from which they cooked soup.
Final exam
The biography of Agnia Barto is replete with happy accidents (a brief summary of the life of the poetess can be made up of many unexpected coincidences). So, at the ballet school, the graduation test was approaching, at which Lunacharsky himself, the people's commissar of education, was supposed to be present. The program included a final exam and a concert prepared by the graduates. At the concert, Agnia read her poems, it was a humorous sketch "Funeral March". Lunacharsky remembered the young poetess and after some time she was invited to the People's Commissariat for Education. The People's Commissar personally talked with Agnia and said that her vocation was to write humorous poems. This offended the girl very much, since she dreamed of writing about love. Therefore, Barto did not listen to Lunacharsky and entered the ballet troupe, in which she worked for a year.
The path of the poetess
She was forced to give up her career as a ballerina Barto Agnia, the biography of the writer changed dramatically after working in a theater troupe. The girl realized that the dance is not hers. And already in 1925, the first book of the poetess - "Chinese Wang Li" - was published, and then the collection of poems "The Thief Bear". By this time she was only 19 years old.
Barto very quickly gained fame, but this did not save her from her natural shyness. It was she who prevented the girl from meeting Mayakovsky, whose poems she adored. At the same time, books with her poems for children were published one after another: “Toys”, “Following flowers in the winter forest”, “Bullfinch”, “Boy on the contrary”, etc.
1947 was marked by the release of the poem "Zvenigorod", the heroes of which were children whose parents died during the war. To write this work, Barto visited several orphanages, talked with their pupils, who told her about their lives and the dead families.
Creation
In her poems, Barto Agnia spoke with children in their language. The biography of the poetess indicates that she had no creative failures. Perhaps the reason for this was her attitude towards the kids, as peers. That is why each of us is familiar with her poems and remember them by heart. It is with the works of Barto that a child first gets acquainted, and then tells them to his children.
Few people know that Agnia was also a screenwriter. In particular, she wrote scripts for the following well-known films:
- "Ten thousand boys".
- Alyosha Ptitsyn develops character.
- "Foundling".
- "Elephant and Rope".
Barto received several government awards for her works. Among them are the Stalin (1950) and Lenin (1972) prizes.
Foreign trips and war
Barto Agnia has been abroad several times (the biography confirms this). It first happened in 1937. The poetess ended up in Spain, where hostilities were taking place. Here she witnessed terrible pictures and heard the stories of mothers who lost their children forever. Already in the late 30s, the writer went to Germany, which seemed like a toy. However, from the slogans and Nazi symbols, I realized that the Soviet Union could not avoid war.
During the Great Patriotic War, Barto did not want to evacuate the capital and was going to work on the radio. However, her second husband, a specialist in power plants, was sent to the Urals, and he took his family with him - his wife and two children. Despite this, the poetess found the opportunity to come to Moscow and record programs for the All-Union Radio. In the capital, Barto lived in her apartment and somehow came under bombardment. Her house was not damaged, but she saw the destruction of the neighboring one and remembered it for a long time.
At the same time, she repeatedly asked to be enrolled in the army, and at the end of the war her wish was granted. Agnia was sent to the front, where she read her children's poems to the soldiers for a month.
Personal life
Not so lucky in her personal life as in her work was Agniya Barto. A short biography that tells about her family is full of irreparable losses and grief.
For the first time, the poetess married Pavel Nikolaevich Barto at the age of 18, and it was under his last name that she became famous. He was a writer and initially worked with Agnia. They composed the following works: "Girl-Revushka", "Counting" and "Girl Dirty". In 1927, a boy was born to the couple, who was named Edgar, but Agnia always affectionately called him Garik. The birth of a child did not save the marriage, and after 6 years the couple broke up. Presumably, the reason was the creative success of the poetess, which her husband refused to recognize.
The second marriage was much more successful. Andrey Vladimirovich Shcheglyaev, who was considered one of the best power engineers of the USSR, became the chosen one. Representatives of various creative professions often gathered in their house: directors, writers, musicians, actors. Among Barto's friends were Faina Ranevskaya and Rina Zelenaya. Andrei and Agnia loved each other, their life together went well. Soon they had a daughter, who was named Tatyana.
On May 4, 1945, a terrible tragedy occurred in the family - a car hit Garik, who was riding a bicycle. The seventeen-year-old youth died instantly. In the first months after the funeral, Agnia was cut off from reality, ate almost nothing and did not talk to anyone. The poetess devoted her further life to her husband and the upbringing of her daughter and grandchildren.
In 1970, Barto was waiting for another blow - her husband died of cancer. The poetess survived him for 11 years and left this world on April 1, 1981.
Agnia Barto (biography): interesting facts
Here are some notable events from the life of the poetess:
- All Barto's documents indicate that she was born in 1906. But in fact, Agnia was born a year or two later. The inaccuracy in the dates is not a mistake of bureaucrats; the writer added extra years to herself so that she was hired, since in those years there was a terrible famine in the country.
- The poem "Zvenigorod" is remarkable not only for its popularity and themes. Immediately after its publication, Agnia received a letter written by a woman who had lost her daughter at the beginning of the war. Some parts of the poem seemed familiar to her and she had a hope that the poetess was talking with her child in the orphanage. It soon became clear that this was the case. Mother and daughter reunited after a 10-year separation.
- In her youth, Agnia was in love with Mayakovsky. It was the words of the poet that you need to write only for children that prompted the girl to choose such a poetic fate.
Agnia Barto: biography for children
It is better to start a story about the life of a poetess for kids from her childhood. Tell about parents, ballet classes and dreams. Then you can move on to poetry. It is desirable here to recite a few verses of Barto. It would be useful to mention foreign trips and bring interesting facts. You can focus on the communication of the poetess with children. It is better not to touch personal life - it is rarely interesting for schoolchildren.
Finally, we can talk about how Agniya Lvovna Barto spent the last years of her life. A biography for children should not be replete with dates.
Agnia Lvovna Barto
(1906 - 1981),
writer, poet, translator
Agnia Lvovna Barto was born in Moscow on February 17, 1906. Here she studied and grew up. She recalled about her childhood: “The first impression of my childhood was the high voice of a hurdy-gurdy outside the window. For a long time I dreamed of walking around the yards and turning the handle of the hurdy-gurdy so that people attracted by music would look out of all the windows.
In her youth, Agniya Lvovna was attracted to ballet, she dreamed of becoming a dancer. Therefore, she entered the choreographic school. But several years passed, and Agniya Lvovna realized that poetry was the most important thing for her. After all, Barto began to compose poetry in early childhood, in the first grades of the gymnasium. And the first listener and critic of her work was Father Lev Nikolaevich Valov, a veterinarian. He was very fond of reading, he knew by heart many of Krylov's fables, he valued Leo Tolstoy above all. When Agnia was very small, he gave her a book called "How Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy Lives and Works." With the help of this and other serious books, without a primer, my father taught Agnia to read. It was the father who demandingly followed the first verses of little Agnia, taught how to write poetry “correctly”. And in 1925 (then Barto was only 19 years old) her first book was published. The poems were immediately liked by the readers.
Agnia Lvovna wrote not only poetry. She has several movie scripts. These are Foundling (together with Rina Zelena), Elephant and Rope, Alyosha Ptitsyn develops character, Black Kitten, Ten Thousand Boys. And many of Barto's poems became songs: "Amateur fisherman", "Lyoshenka, Lyoshenka", "Useful goat", etc.
Agnia Lvovna visited many countries, met with children, and from everywhere brought poems of “little poets” - as she jokingly called them. Thus was born an unusual book called "Translations from Children". These are poems by Agnia Barto, written on behalf of the children she met during her trips.
Agnia Lvovna devoted her whole life to children's poetry and left us many wonderful poems. The poetess died at the age of 75 in 1981.
Every child in our country knows the poems of Agnia Barto (1906-1981). Her books were printed in millions of copies. This amazing woman devoted her whole life to children.
Agnia Lvovna Barto was born in Moscow in the family of a veterinarian. She began writing poetry in the elementary grades of the gymnasium. She dreamed of becoming a ballerina, she graduated from a choreographic school.
She became a writer thanks to a curiosity. A. V. Lunacharsky was present at the graduation tests at the school, where Barto read her poem "Funeral March". A few days later, he invited her to the People's Commissariat of Education and expressed confidence that Barto was born to write funny poems. In 1925, at the State Publishing House, Barto was sent to the children's editorial office. Agnia Lvovna set to work enthusiastically. She studied with Mayakovsky, Chukovsky, Marshak.
During the Great Patriotic War, Barto spoke a lot on the radio, went to the front as a newspaper correspondent. In the postwar years, Agnia Lvovna became the organizer of the movement to search for families separated during the war. She suggested looking for lost parents on childhood memories. Through the program "Find a person" on radio "Mayak" it was possible to connect 927 separated families. The first book of the writer's prose is called "Find a Man".
Agnia Barto was repeatedly awarded orders and medals for her writing and social activities. She traveled a lot abroad, helped children's international friendship. The writer died on April 1, 1981, having lived a long and necessary life for people.
The style of her poems is very light, they are easy to remember. The author, as it were, speaks to the child in a simple everyday language - but in rhyme. And the conversation is with young readers as if the author is their age.
