Those hands are for common people
millions of hearths were lit.
Those hands have always heard
the beating pulse of the whole earth.
Those hands broke the frost...
And spring waters flowed.
And how many deserts bloomed
and nurtured the fields around
The warmth of his father's hands,
the warmth of his father's hands!
He carried the banner of Lenin
through the great pass,
And a terrible death sentence
need and slavery signed.
He is to millions on earth
gave freedom, life and happiness.
And how many sorrowful hearts
warmed and saved from torment
The warmth of his father's hands,
the warmth of his father's hands!
Under the sun of his genius
a man who has seen forever
From the Black Continent
to the Ganges and Chinese rivers.
Three words - Stalin, Brotherhood, Peace -
on the banner wrote our century.
And he drew strength to fight,
everywhere, any of our distant friend
In the warmth of his father's arms,
in the warmth of his father's arms.
Do not say that the cloud suddenly
from us covered the face of the sun,
Though from the tears in our eyes
the world is darkened at this moment ...
He is at the heart of the party!
he is in us
among the people - eternal and great!
And will live in the fate of people,
while the earth goes round
The warmth of his father's hands,
the warmth of his father's hands!
Samed Vurgun. translated from Azerbaijani Vladimir Derzhavin.
March 15, 1953, Pravda, USSR*
At the hour of farewell
At the hour of farewell - over the silent Moscow,
Seeing off Stalin to immortality,
Aircraft high-speed waves
They flew ahead of the sound.
At the hour of farewell - factories, plants
(For three minutes their beeps sounded)
Announce the dome of the sky
Voices of grief and sadness.
At the hour of farewell - in the frosty air,
As a sign of the loss of our irretrievable,
Rolled sadly and menacingly
Gun thunder thirtyfold.
And now, when at the Mausoleum
We are already reading the word STALIN,
We cherish his posthumous dream,
They didn't stop feeling alive.
There will be troops to parade here.
The conversation will sound multilingual ...
Sleep peacefully, great Stalin, near
With my great teacher.
We swore before the Mausoleum
In mournful moments, at the hour of farewell,
We swore that we could turn
The power of sorrow into the power of creation.
What is shoulder to shoulder, even closer
We will unite like a living wall.
Inseparable from their Party,
Everything to her, up to life, giving.
Parting
A mournful march sounds in the Hall of Columns.
Everywhere your name is on the lips.
With forever closed eyes
You lie, all in fresh flowers.
You are gone. You have fallen asleep.
The heart fell silent. The chest is motionless.
We are on guard of honor.
Leading you on your last journey.
We're walking in slow motion
It has no end, no end.
We look in deep mourning
On the features of a loved one.
We look, but we see you alive.
We feel the flame in your eyes.
Your life, any of your words -
A guide to action for us.
Always with us
He is in the love and happiness of the people,
He is our great friend and father -
Alive in every noble impulse
Our hardened hearts!
He is in the accomplishment of deeds great and small.
Warmly beloved and dear.
He is on banners, on scarlet banners,
Raised high above the country!
He led the Fatherland in the Leninist way,
Led the people - a great man!
With him we entered the era of communism,
In Stalin's invincible age.
Homeland, Fatherland dear.
Every day yours was illuminated by them ...
Let the steel party lead us!
Stalin is with us everywhere!
He is eternal!
In the Hall of Columns
My baby girl is crying for the first time
Not at all childish, heavy tears,
And I can't comfort her
Raising it above your head in the Hall of Columns.
So early you met grief.
As in early childhood, I - in that distant January.
We, peering into strict features,
We say goodbye to the leader in deep silence.
Comrade Stalin sleeps among the flowers.
The dream of our father is majestic, calm:
The leader is sure that he is as solid as a monolith,
The Soviet people are hard workers and warriors.
Stalin and the people are always united,
Stalin's people's bright genius is immortal.
He, along with Lenin, led us and is leading,
He charted the way for many generations.
Let my girl be very small
But just like me, she learned from childhood:
The Party has given us all the light.
The Fatherland and the world have been handed over to us as a legacy.
We are faithful to the holy cause of Lenin,
Faithful to the holy cause of Stalin,
The path to communism is illuminated by their eternal glory.
How much do we have to do in life?
To be worthy of your majestic era!
UNITY
When we passed near the coffin,
Saying goodbye to him for the last time.
We remembered the great power
The one who is quiet now and motionless,
About how he lived, the best on the planet.
Who always won, in any fight,
About the one who thought about everyone in the world
And thought too little of himself.
And grief brings people's hearts together.
How joyful the hour cannot bring,
And all the people weave their hands tightly,
On the Stalinist watch becoming.
You will lead us from yesterday's victories
To the great dawns of tomorrow's victories,
You, the Party of immortals and fearless.
Our Stalinist Central Committee!
FIVE MINUTES
When the Leader's comrades-in-arms brought
In the granite Mausoleum for burial,
People in all parts of the native land
Stopped moving for five minutes.
In five minutes
In our hearts rise
Great events of this life.
Hoots and volleys of mourning fireworks,
Like a hurricane, it rushes through the Fatherland ...
Sea vessels, trains on the way.
Machines in the field and workshops of factories
Reverently say "I'm sorry!"
Leader, father, teacher of nations.
And the army he led
By victories from the Volga to Berlin,
And the children of the schools created by his care
Merged in one impulse together.
And this roll call of the whole country -
Rivers and seas, cities and fields -
It tells us without words how strong we are
The unity of feelings, thoughts and will!
Leader's Immortality
Great grief befell the Soviet people:
Our teacher, leader and father closed his eyes.
After all, we are his party! He lives in each of us
Lives in our thoughts, in deeds and in the beating of hearts!
After all, just like Lenin, you saw through the centuries.
You clearly saw the features of the world to come.
You led us into the future. Got up every morning
As if you are the sun over our Motherland.
O our great leader, your immortal name
In any golden brick of our construction sites it rings.
You gave us strength, and it will not be taken away from us.
Your inspiration, Stalin, burns in all of us!
In you, the people saw the embodiment of Lenin,
And the people were right, for Lenin's wise testament
You have done well! Lenin will never die.
You are also immortal. The world does not believe that Stalin does not exist!
You are alive! And under the banner of our party go
Those new people who are now building communism.
You look into their hearts and you see: in their hearts live
Lenin himself, Stalin himself, their cause, their eternal life!
Gafur Ghulam. translated from Uzbek Leonid Martynov.
March 13, 1953, Pravda, USSR*
STALIN
Heart bleeds...
Our dear, our dear!
Grabbing your head
Motherland is crying over you.
Motherland cries without erasing
tears streaming down your face,
all my life swearing
Commander
to the leader
Father.
Everything that we started with you -
Let's finish as you intended:
let the earth shine with beauty,
the embodiment of your dreams!
You wanted with every breath
only joy was inhaled by a person ...
May your era mature
stretching from century to century!
Our dear, you are with us, with us.
In every heart you live, breathe.
Our luminous banner,
our glory, our soul.
SOLDIER'S FAREWELL
Who would lift the heavy burden of loss from the soul?
Who would order the acute pain to subside? ..
My heroes, old soldiers,
They go, go to the Hall of Columns.
I saw them on the Volga and on the Vistula.
In their military glory, in military labor,
I read holy thoughts in their hearts
About the Motherland, about the World, about the Leader.
For them, all life fit into the word - STALIN.
For them, his order was law.
Soldiers are coming...
Sad in a haze of tears
The gaze of those grief-stricken eyes.
Soldiers are coming...
Requiem is pouring
Sorrow is the victory of the trumpets that sang.
And a song about the father and the commander
Do not break the silence of clenched lips.
Faded buttonholes on the overcoat.
Chest in medals and whiskey in gray hair.
He saw death. He heard the whistle of shrapnel.
- For Stalin! - shouting, walked with hostility.
The soldier's face is gloomy and stern.
In the eyes of a soldier, the former shine of steel.
And from the lips, like a rustle, a word suddenly flies;
- Why did you leave us, dear? ..
Native! Darling! We are at war to the loss
Used to. But in this cruel hour
We, your warriors, do not believe our eyes,
We do not believe that you left us.
We don't believe that you won't get up anymore...
Get up! Give us your eagle eye.
Here - the Marshal of Poland is crying in front of the coffin,
Your never crying soldier.
Here is a sentry, not tempered in fire,
As the youngest son looked into your face.
Here Vasilevsky, Zhukov and Budyonny,
Mourning, they bear the guard of honor.
Our hearts burn with the silent pain of loss.
But, remembering the previous battles,
We swear again, your soldiers,
Glorious marshals are yours.
We swear by our military glory,
What if again the campaign to blow the pipe,
We all, like a shield, will raise above the power
Steel of loyalty, tested in the struggle.
We will melt steel into courage
His sorrow is immeasurable.
Decorate with labor
glorify the feat
The land that keeps your love.
The flag over your Kremlin is flowing alo.
Soldiers are coming...
Step their rosary.
Comrade Stalin!
Grief did not crush us.
We are with your party!
With your CC!
Fulfill Stalin's testament
We know - it is immutable to a person
Death comes when the hour is right.
And yet it was impossible to imagine.
That Stalin will not be among us.
And we are bitter, and there is no limit anywhere,
There is no sorrow of the human end.
That he died, - the earth was orphaned, -
The people have lost a friend and a father.
Everything that the people called happiness.
It was given to us by His hands.
And no matter how many tears shed for him,
You can't mourn him anyway.
And let the sobs we can not hold back,
In the coffin of the Leader, seeing his own, -
But if we put our hands down.
That would be unworthy of him.
And let us not be consoled in sorrow,
But he, the Teacher, always taught us:
Do not lose heart, do not hang your head.
Whatever trouble comes.
No, even in sorrow we are not defenseless -
Sons of the people, sons of Stalin
We firmly remember what we need to do,
What summit must we reach!
And we swear to the party today
That there is no hesitation in our heart,
That we are ready for work and for a feat,
That we will fulfill Stalin's testament!
Comrade Stalin
Whenever we could stand up, Comrade Stalin,
For tears you would not condemn us.
After all, we have become harder hearts from tears.
We did not lower our eyes even in trouble.
And everything that you, having foreseen, inscribed,
Let's implement it and enter communism.
At your grave, Comrade Stalin,
We swear by your name.
And Comrade Stalin will live forever
No one is able to fully believe -
After all, the trouble is so immensely great, -
That one whose life cannot be measured for centuries,
Will never smile again.
Comrade Stalin! Having met grief with the heart,
You can't express human feelings in words.
The only one in the whole wide world.
How we need to hear your voice!
And if the wish came true:
So that at least for a moment you remain in the ranks,
Any of us would give you a breath
And your blood. And your life.
Father left, hearts filled with pain,
Will not say another word to anyone.
But his genius, his steel will
He left it to his people.
We followed him through the stormy springs.
He was without sleep and rest in the Kremlin
Since he swore an oath to Lenin
And Lenin remained on earth.
He opened to us, he brought the distance closer to us.
And there is no more beautiful and straight path.
And Comrade Stalin will live forever
In the affairs of his mighty sons.
GENERAL OF COMMUNISM
How to believe in terrible words meaning?!
Grief in them, misfortune and trouble.
Frozen in sadness, in sorrowful excitement
Our villages, our cities.
Do not wipe combustible tears from your face.
Words of consolation can not be found ...
I would give everything so that death would be a passing one.
To turn her out of the way!
Good, good closed
Stalin's dear eye ..
Flags low, low bent
Bitter tears covered my eyes!
The country froze in mid-sentence,
Only snow is flying outside the windows ...
The whole country, the people at the head
Stands on mourning guard.
The whole country - both adults and children,
The Party and the Young Komsomol.
All whom in the coming centuries
The commander of Communism led!
We stand - let our tears flow!
And today as always strong
Party Children,
revolution soldiers,
Stalin the great sons!
In a difficult hour, in a harsh time,
Remembering the wise Stalinist testament -
We are united about steel solidarity,
And there is no more united us in the whole world!
Sleep, our dear,
our beloved father,
In the heart of pain, like the sea, deep! ..
We stand in the ranks unwaveringly -
Stalin is with us!
With us - forever!
Stalin with us
We will always remember that number
That mournful day at the beginning of the year,
That hard day in the history of the people,
In which grief shook us all.
Not! We don't understand everything yet.
The whole being did not realize everything ...
Comrade Stalin gave his life for us,
And now he's not with us...
Whenever we could give him
Your heartbeat and breath
We, as one, would come to him in the Kremlin,
Overcoming any distance!
The whole weight fell on us
Unexpected, unexpected grief -
It is everywhere and everywhere: in every glance,
In all hearts reflected now.
Home party! Having rallied their ranks,
We bow our banner over the Leader
And we say: “Great Stalin is with us!”
And we say: “Great Stalin is alive!”
ABOUT STALIN
When he speaks his word,
It always seems to us that it
And our thought was born
And now it was ready to pour out.
At that moment we seem to be unaware,
In our most innocent delusion,
That only he, a living genius with us,
Open and say this word could.
But is it really a delusion?
After all, the word of our truth without embellishment
We really wanted to express.
We are with him. And he is one of us.
And that is your real happiness
What, maybe, an ordinary from the ordinary,
You are involved in the Stalinist genius,
And you are forever - alive among the living.
There are a lot of people like me in the world.
That they did not meet with him in the Kremlin hall,
Didn't see him up close
And the voices in nature were not heard.
But everyone, probably, just like me,
He is close by equal spiritual closeness,
Like he's alone with you
Talking about life every day
About the future, about peace and war...
And everything to you, like a native, in it
To a trifle habitual and familiar.
And that conversation goes on day after day -
He is with you, you are with him, at home.
Whatever happens, you are always together.
And so any other of the majority
He sees himself in high council.
We all have equal rights to that, -
He lives for us in this world.
Features of a portrait of a dear,
Relative to each of us:
The face of an elderly soldier
With a smile of kind strict eyes.
Of those soldiers that came
In the fire of war from the spare,
That sons were taken to battles
And in a bitter hour they lost them.
And a long service imprint -
Wrinkle commemorative speech
To match the fatigue of the sloping,
Father's these lovely shoulders.
But those softened by sadness.
Eyes are always lit
And near day and far away,
Which is best seen by him.
Eyes lowered to the tube.
Known to people all over the world.
And those busy hands
That a match was brought down with a pipe.
They are strong and lean
And a strict vein winds a thread.
In a difficult age, the fate of the state
And they had to make peace.
Mustache looming shadow
The face below is darkened.
What is the word for a moment
Is it hidden from us under it?
Advice? Order? Is the reproach heavy?
Disapproval bitter tone?
Ile with a joke wise and cheerful
Will he raise his eyes now?
HOW YOU LEARNED
There are no words to convey
All the intolerance of pain and sorrow,
There are no words to tell them
How we mourn for you, Comrade Stalin!
The people mourn that you left us,
The earth itself mourns, all gray-haired from grief,
And yet we will meet this difficult hour,
As you taught - tirelessly.
Whatever happens to us - in labors or in battles -
In Stalin's way - by deeds, not by words,
Friends for pride and enemies for fear
We will prove how we were brought up by you!
Only unite stronger for the fight,
We will work without sparing any effort
And not afraid of anything in the world,
As Lenin taught us, as you taught.
We bow our heads to nothing
No wonder you led us to victories.
We will be fearless - as you taught,
Calm and firm, as you taught.
And our iron Stalinist Central Committee,
To which people you entrusted,
Toward the victory of communism for centuries (Spetsarhiv)
(Special archive)
(Special archive)
(Special archive)
(Special archive)
About that our odes were not sung,
That in a dashing hour, despising the law,
He could on entire nations
Unleash your supreme wrath.
A. Tvardovsky.
On the day of Stalin's death, mass arrests began throughout Russia. Under reinforced escort in handcuffs and shackles, the following were delivered to the concrete armored basements of the Moscow Military District: the head of Stalin's secretariat, the head of the special department for spying on members of the Central Committee of the CPSU, lieutenant general, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR Poskrebyshev, who at the 19th Congress of the CPSU was unanimously elected a member Central Committee of the CPSU; commandant of the Moscow Kremlin, lieutenant general, candidate member of the Central Committee of the CPSU, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR Spiridonov; the military commandant of the city of Moscow, Lieutenant-General Sinilov; commander of the Moscow Military District, candidate member of the Central Committee of the CPSU, deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, Colonel-General Artemiev; the head of Stalin's personal guard, Lieutenant General Vlasik; Stalin's personal secretaries, members of the Presidium of the Central Committee of the CPSU Andrianov and Chesnokov; Minister of Health, Deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR Tretyakov; People's Artist of the RSFSR, laureate of the Stalin Prizes, soloist of the Bolshoi Theater Vera Alexandrovna Davydova. All were put in solitary confinement. A special group of investigators, approved by Beria, Khrushchev, Malenkov, Bulganin, cross-examined around the clock, in which Marshal Zhukov, prosecutor Rudenko, prosecutor Malyarov took part.
V. A. Davydova was released five weeks later. She was ordered to leave Moscow forever, she chose the city of Tbilisi for residence. A. N. Poskrebyshev spent several months in a damp casemate underground. They demanded a name card and a personal diary from him. A subtle diplomat, a sophisticated politician, circled around his finger and Malenkov, and Khrushchev, and Bulganin, and the USSR Prosecutor General Rudenko. Poskrebyshev said that during the search, all documentation was confiscated.
Uranium mines in the city of Navoi (Uzbek SSR), on Franz Josef Land and in the port of Vanino received a good replenishment. For the first time in the name of the sacred Fatherland, the former nobles had to work hard ...
On January 13, 1953, TASS reported on the Doctors' Case. Among those arrested are the largest medical forces of the country: M. V. Vovsi, B. B. Kogan, A. I. Feldman, A. M. Grinshtein, G. Ya. Etinger, N. I. Mayorov, V. V. Vinogradov, M B. Kogan, P. I. Egorov.
"For the help rendered to the government in exposing pest doctors, award the doctor Timoshchuk Lidia Fedoseyevna with the Order of Lenin."
February 20 Pravda publishes the article "Lydia Tymoshchuk's Post" prepared by special correspondents Olga Chechetkina and Elena Kononenko.
There are no words to convey
All the intolerance of pain and sorrow,
There are no words to tell them
How we mourn for you, Comrade Stalin!
The people mourn that you left us,
The earth itself mourns, all gray from grief ...
“In these difficult days, we see Stalin in all his height, we see how he walks along the roads of the earth, towers over our formidable time ... As it is understandable, the grief of a person, wherever he lives, when he learned about the death of the great defender of the world! But still people know that Stalin cannot die. He is alive not only in his writings..* He is alive in the minds of hundreds of millions of people: Russians, Chinese, Poles, Germans, French, Vietnamese, Italians, Brazilians, Koreans, Americans. When Stalin's heart stopped beating, the hearts of mankind began to beat even stronger in sorrow ... Ordinary people are alive, and Stalin is alive in them.
At midnight on April 28, 1953, the commander of the Air Force of the Moscow Military District, Lieutenant General Vasily Iosifovich Stalin, was removed from all posts and arrested. He spent several years in the Vladimir hard labor prison, then he was sent for "treatment" to the Kazan psycho-prison. There, Stalin's son was kept under the most severe regime.
“Recently, a plenum of the Central Committee of the CPSU was held. The Plenum, having heard and discussed the report of a member of the Presidium of the Central Committee, Comrade G. M. Malenkov, on the criminal anti-Party state actions^ L. P. Beria aimed at undermining the Soviet state in the interests of foreign capital and expressed in perfidious attempts to place the Ministry of the Interior over the government and the CPSU, made a decision - to remove L.P. Beria from the Central Committee of the CPSU and exclude him from the ranks of the CPSU as an enemy of the Communist Party and the Soviet people.
The investigation into the case lasted six months. The Military Collegium met on December 18–23, 1953. The following persons were involved in this case: Beria, Merkulov, Dekanozov, Kobulov, Goglidze, Meshik, Vladzimirsky. All of them were sentenced to death and, according to the Soviet press, they were shot on December 23.
On October 31, 1961, Pravda publishes on the first page the resolution of the XXII Congress on the Lenin Mausoleum:
The 22nd Congress of the CPSU decides:
1. The mausoleum on Red Square near the Kremlin wall, created to perpetuate the memory of V. I. Lenin - the immortal founder of the Communist Party and the Soviet state, the leader and teacher of the working people of the whole world, will henceforth be called the "Mausoleum of V. I. Lenin."
2. To recognize as inexpedient the further preservation of the sarcophagus with the coffin of I.V. Stalin in the Mausoleum, since Stalin's serious violations of Lenin's precepts, abuse of power, mass repressions against honest Soviet people and other actions during the period of the cult of personality make it impossible to leave the coffin with his body in the Mausoleum V. I. Lenin.
So N. S. Khrushchev settled accounts with his worst enemy.
Hypocrisy knows no bounds. For memory, I suggest turning the pages of the calendar.
February 1934 At the 17th Congress of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks, Khrushchev declared:
“We carried out a purge in the Moscow Party Organization, which will further strengthen the combat readiness of our ranks ...”
In December 1936, the VIII All-Union Congress of Soviets took place, here is an excerpt from Khrushchev's speech:
“The punishing hand of the proletarian law crushed this gang of murderers and, with the general approval of all the working people of our country, wiped this vermin from the face of the earth” (Party Construction Magazine, No. 12, 1936).
Resolution on Khrushchev's report at a meeting of the Moscow party and economic activists:
“Having heard and discussed the report of Comrade N. S. Khrushchev on the terrorist activities of the counter-revolutionary agents within the Moscow Organization, the meeting of the activists of the Moscow Organization insists on the unconditional fulfillment of the demand of the Bolsheviks and the workers of Moscow and the Moscow Region - to shoot the despicable gang of murderers” (“Pravda”, August 23, 1936).
An excerpt from Khrushchev's speech at a mass rally that took place on January 30, 1937 on Red Square in Moscow:
“Raising their hand against Comrade Stalin, they raised it against all the best that mankind has, because Stalin is the hope, this is the aspiration, this is the beacon of all advanced and progressive mankind. Stalin is our banner! Stalin is our will! Stalin is our victory!” ("Pravda", January 31, 1937).
A paragraph from an article by A. I. Mikoyan:
“Comrade Stalin is the great successor of Lenin’s cause! Comrade Stalin is Lenin today! Comrade
Stalin is the genius of socialism! Comrade Stalin is the great architect of communism!”
A paragraph from an article by A. N. Kosygin:
“Comrade Stalin is leading our country along the path indicated by Lenin, along the path of building a communist society. He defended our Bolshevik Party and our state from all the enemies of socialism.”
From an article by G. M. Malenkov:
“There was no man on earth equal to Stalin. He embodied the best ideals of all mankind. Stalin is our guiding star! Stalin is our teacher and friend!”
From an article by L. M. Kaganovich:
“Stalin is the father of all the oppressed! Stalin is the banner of humanity!”
And here is what the “cannibalist”, the humanist of the 20th century, the “living” classic Mikhail Sholokhov agreed to:
“How suddenly and terribly we were orphaned! The party, the Soviet people, the working people of the whole world were orphaned... Since the day of Lenin's death, mankind has not yet suffered such an immensely heavy loss. We have lost the father of all working people…”
Quotes are enough. I understand the curiosity of readers who have the right to ask: “And what was the further fate of the heroine of the novel“ Beyond the Kremlin Wall ”- Vera Alexandrovna Davydova?”
G. M. Malenkov and N. S. Khrushchev "offered" Vera Alexandrovna to speak at the plenum of the Central Committee of the CPSU and at a closed meeting of the XX Congress of the CPSU with a revealing statement. Davydova categorically refused. Then Khrushchev threatened her with retribution ...
Leaving the Bolshoi Theater, V. A. Davydova, together with her husband D. S. Mchelidze-Yuzhny, left for Tbilisi. She teaches at the conservatory, in 1964 she was awarded the title of professor.
In 1976, V. A. Davydova solemnly celebrated her 70th birthday. With great success, she sang her favorite part of Carmen at the Bolshoi Theater ...
The People's Artist of the RSFSR, the laureate of state awards, was traditionally invited to the government box. There is not a single familiar face among the smiling members of the government, the temporary leaders. The poisoned and downtrodden Mekhlis, Vyshinsky who committed suicide, the elderly Andreev, Voroshilov, Khrushchev, Shkiryatov, Bulganin, Shvernik, Poskrebyshev, Budyonny, Mikoyan, Zhukov went to the grave. Remembering the past, degraded leaders, deep elders Molotov, Kaganovich, Malenkov live out their lives. Lucky only "eternal" Mikoyan. He survived Lenin, Stalin, Khrushchev, survived his beloved wife Ashkhen, brothers, sons, writing false memoirs, he also went to the grave, catching up with enemies and friends ...
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birthday of Konstantin Simonov
“Tanks near the village of Korpecha stand in the mud, and the rain keeps pouring…”
How it stuck in my memory from my school years - so it remains in my memory:
Do you remember, Alyosha, the roads of the Smolensk region,
How endless, evil rains fell,
How weary women carried krinki to us,
Pressing, like children, from the rain to their chest ...
Written in the autumn of forty-one. Perhaps the most tragic time of the Great Patriotic War. The author is Konstantin (Kirill) Mikhailovich Simonov, a military correspondent for the Pravda newspaper.
Bullets with you still have mercy on us.
But, believing three times that life is all,
I was still proud of the sweetest,
For the bitter land where I was born...
TA war ended already seventy years ago - and it is still impossible to read these lines without trembling in the voice. This is called simple and pretentious, but in this particular case, the absolutely fair word is MASTERPIECE. A masterpiece, because it was written by TALENT.
Yes, time does not create idols for itself. The most typical confirmation of this is he, Konstantin Simonov. During the Soviet era, he was not just the most famous, but a cult writer. Not just the then literary “general”, not just treated kindly by the authorities, but he himself is practically a symbol of THAT power (Only Stalin, not counting others, awards - SIX! Which of the writers - and not only writers! - Could boast of SUCH a number of SUCH awards ?!). Deputy of the Supreme Council, editor-in-chief first of Novy Mir, then of Literaturnaya Gazeta, deputy general secretary of the board of the Writers' Union, member of the presidium of the Soviet Peace Committee, member of the Stalin Prize Committee, and te de, and te pe ...
On the other hand, a tough literary official, if not furious, but still a persecutor of Akhmatova, Zoshchenko, the so-called "kosomopolitans" ... It was his signature that stood under the letter of the editorial board of Novy Mir, which rejected Boris Pasternak's novel Doctor Zhivago.
- A classic figure for an example of the "genius and villainy" category! I tell my old friend culturologist S.V. Konovalov.
I agree, but only partly. In that Soviet time, there were very strict limits that determined the norm of behavior not only for “ordinary-ordinary”, but also Personalities (and Simonov was, without a doubt, a Personality). Even not so: Personality above all. Since no unexpected actions can be expected from “ordinary-ordinary” people, but it is from Personalities - as much as you like. That's why it was regulated.
- In my opinion, you are cunning, Sergei Vladimirovich. Take, for example, the story I mentioned with Akhmatova and Zoshchenko. Didn't Simonov act as a true villain in relation to them, for whom the “framework” you named was just an empty formality?
As for Zoshchenko, then - perhaps. With regard to Akhmatova ... Anna Andreevna herself was, to put it mildly, not a gift at all. And she loved to appear before her fans in the form of a kind of "offended virtue." So here's something else you can figure out.
- What about cosmopolitans?
What about "cosmopolitans"? Yes, Simonov, as they say, denounced them. The position was binding. More precisely, he was forced to denounce. But for some reason, we forget that at the same time he helped many of these same “cosmopolitans”: he got them a job, solved issues with housing, and finally, he simply gave money. What is it like? And if in fairness, then let's not mold him into such a complete monster! The return to the reader of the novels of Ilf and Petrov, the publication of Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita" and Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", the defense of Lily Brik, which high-ranking "historians of literature" decided to delete from Mayakovsky's biography, the first complete translation of the plays by Arthur Miller and Eugene O 'Nila, the publication of the first story by Vyacheslav Kondratiev "Sasha" - this is a far from complete list of Simonov's "Hercules feats", only those that achieved the goal and only in the field of literature.
But there were also participation in the “breakthrough” of performances at Sovremennik and the Taganka Theater, the first posthumous exhibition of Tatlin, the restoration of the exhibition “XX Years of Work” by Mayakovsky, participation in the cinematic fate of Alexei German and dozens of other filmmakers, artists, writers. So, as you can see, he had a lot of merit. Only Simonov did not advertise them. He acted in these cases like a real man.
- A small digression: but Sholokhov on Akhmatova did not "trample". On the contrary: he helped her release the collection! And he did not speak out against the "cosmopolitans". And he even refused the very "sweet" post of Secretary General of the Writers' Union!
What can be said here? Cunning Cossack!
- Speaking of Simonov, it is impossible to get around the topic of his relationship to Stalin ...
This attitude, in my opinion, quite specifically characterizes the poem that Simonov wrote on the death of "Leader and Teacher":
There are no words to describe
All the intolerance of grief and sorrow.
There are no words to tell them
How we mourn for you, Comrade Stalin...
I don't think any explanation is needed.
- But that attitude has changed...
Yes, it changed throughout the life of Konstantin Mikhailovich - and I don’t see any shame here, no opportunism! NORMAL person has the right to change their points of view! And here it is appropriate to quote a piece from his article “Reflections on Stalin”:
“For some of the things that happened then, I bear the bitter share of my personal responsibility, about which I spoke and wrote later in the press and about which I will also speak in these notes when I write the chapter on the forty-ninth year. But of course, I was not an anti-Semite ... "
Note that this was written in March 1979, less than six months before his death. That is, there was absolutely no need for Simonov to hide something or make excuses for something.
- And yet: who was Stalin for Simonov?
In short, it is undoubtedly a figure both great and terrible.
- Great and terrible... Do you think Simonov's poetry remains in demand?
- Undoubtedly. First of all, his military poems and poems. But besides poetry, there is also prose. First of all, the trilogy "The Living and the Dead", which has become a classic of Russian literature about the Great Patriotic War.
But the plays have a sad fate. Their time has passed. And in conclusion - about the personal: I personally really like his diary entries - "Different days of the war." I don’t know if they are read and will be read, but I do it with great pleasure. Excellent, sincere lyrics.
- Thank you, Serey Vladimirovich, for, as always, an interesting conversation!
In conclusion. No, no, I perfectly understand: other times, other heroes, other role models and respect. Writers are also different, and not at all to say that they are the best ... And social realism is no longer our creative direction at all. In our today's literature, in my opinion, there are no directions AT ALL ... Hence the bitter and shameful question: will we ever grow wiser? Will we someday cease to be Ivans, not remembering kinship (but Simonov has been forgotten!)? What are you saying? "Unlikely"? Well. It seems that this is our, sorry for the indecent word, mentality ...
Alexey Kurganov
All photos are taken from open Internet sources
THE BOOK SHOWS WELL WHAT THE SCALE OF THIS PERSON IS
Shamil Ageev- curator of the project, the book “Fikryat Tabeev. Thanks to Fate and Despite”, Chairman of the Board of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry of the Republic of Tatarstan, Doctor of Economics:
It is with great pleasure that I congratulate Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich on his jubilee. We have known him for a long time, since long ago, when we flew together in an airplane, sat opposite each other, and I read a book ... In 1974, when I was the first secretary of the Kazan City Committee of the All-Union Leninist Young Communist League, it was Tabeev who instructed me to start building the Youth Center. At that time, only the foundation and three floors were built in it. But I passed the MC in two years - they built it almost without a penny of money! Later, we crossed paths with Tabeev many times - both at KAMAZ, and when he was ambassador to Afghanistan, and when he worked in the Russian government ... Under Tabeev, there was a special situation in the republic - everyone boldly expressed their opinion, he was afraid of nothing and no one. And he was not afraid to gather smart people around him. Therefore, today so many people always gather for his anniversaries ...
Today the celebrations will be held at the Permanent Mission of Tatarstan in Moscow. President of the Republic of Tatarstan Rustam Minnikhanov was invited to them. The TAIF group always congratulates Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich very warmly. Shafagat Takhautdinov, General Director of OAO Tatneft, will certainly be at the anniversary - he knows perfectly well how much Tabeev has done for the development of the oil industry in Tatarstan. By the way, Takhautdinov helped a lot with the release of the book “Fikryat Tabeev. Fate thanks and in spite of.
One of the reasons why we undertook the publication of this book is that citizens, especially young people, should know about the leaders of the republic, who had an enormous responsibility, including Fikryat Tabeev. Leading a region is a very difficult job. The correct decisions of the leader are returned a hundredfold, but the wrong ones ...
I am very glad that the book turned out to be warm, sincere, full of interesting facts, including those that not everyone knows about. I found a lot of new things in this book myself. I really liked Tabeev's reverent attitude towards Kazan University, where he graduated from the Faculty of History and Philosophy. Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich's love for his alma mater remains to this day, he always helped his native university. He also loved KAI very much, because fighting guys came out of there. I always supported scientists… I thought that in every field of science we should be no worse than the world level!
I would especially like to note the chapter about Tabeev's wife, Dina Mukhamedovna. She was a friend and supporter of Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich all her life, she knew how to create family comfort. But at the same time she became an outstanding scientist, professor of medicine ...
I read without interruption about the Afghan period of Tabeev's life - a colossally difficult period! How many friends he made there and how many enemies he made ... Because, as always, he thought, first of all, about business, and not about himself ...
The book shows well what scale this person is, what a great organizer he is, at the same time with a look at the new, with a wonderful vision of the future ... I want to emphasize that Tabeev, being in very high positions, did not rot anyone - the most important quality for a leader who has such broad powers.
To acquaint the people of Tatarstan with this very interesting book, we decided to distribute half of the circulation - a thousand copies - to schools, other educational institutions, libraries ... I especially recommend reading this book to leaders and politicians, as well as to those young people who dream of becoming leaders.
WITH THE NAME OF STALIN IN THE COUNTRY THE DAY STARTED AND ENDED WITH THEM
... For the USSR and its citizens, the biggest shock was the death in March 1953 of the "father of all peoples" Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin. In those days mournful verses were published Konstantin Simonov:
There are no words to describe
All the intolerance of grief and sorrow.
There are no words to tell them
How we mourn for you, Comrade Stalin...
I, like many others, stood in the guard of honor at the portrait of Stalin at the funeral meeting on the occasion of his death. In those days I was in Kazan. But my young wife left with her friends for Moscow to say goodbye to Joseph Vissarionovich, leaving our infant son in the care of his mother. Thank God, she did not get into a terrible stampede during the funeral. I was against the trip, and this is one of the few cases when she ignored my opinion. Here is a picture of the attitude towards Stalin at that time.
We grew up in the country that he led, without mentioning his name then it was impossible to imagine a single celebration, not a single important article, and so on. Then, after all, even in front of the building of the Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow there was a monument to Stalin, made in full growth. With his name in the country, the day began, and ended with him.
Of course, we didn’t know much at that time – about the Gulag and the like. But a certain tension in the social atmosphere was clearly felt. Back in the years of my childhood, in the late 1930s, there was a period when my father, a participant in the Civil War, the chairman of the village council, leaving for work, told his mother: they say, I don’t know if I will return home today. Sometimes they said goodbye, as if it were the last time. Although my father was non-partisan. Needless to say, in the early 1950s, it was completely unthinkable in the scientific community to imagine a brave man who dared to publicly criticize Stalin's economic considerations about the future social order. So the damage he did to the development of the humanities is obvious.
"STALIN TAKEN RUSSIA WITH THE POW AND LEFT IT WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS"
Disputes about Stalin do not stop until now. It is difficult, for example, to deny the assessment, as if expressed in his address Winston Churchill: "Stalin took Russia with a plow and left it with atomic weapons."
About myself I can say one thing: I am not among the Stalinists, although I recognize the magnitude of the personality of this man, his exceptional role in our victory over fascism. It is very difficult to separate his merits and deeds that are criminal in nature. And today, when the archives of the Stalin era continue to be opened, one never ceases to be amazed at the inexplicable cruelty of many of Stalin's instructions. I read somewhere that Konstantin Simonov- a person close enough to Stalin, a member of the Central Committee of the party, earlier than others began to get acquainted with documents about Stalin's direct participation in the story of the "killer doctors". And he was shocked. When he told his fellow writers about it Alexander Fadeev and Alexander Korneichuk, they could not believe the terrible truth about Stalin. Imagine now what a blow the participants of the 20th Party Congress experienced during the speech Nikita Khrushchev. The sin on Stalin lies a very big, terrible sin ...
Death of Stalin, and then arrest Lavrenty Beria in June 1953 meant the end of an entire era and the country's entry into a new phase of its history ...
REFUSING THE OFFER OF THE PARTY BOSS WAS NOT ACCEPTED
Summer 1960 Semyon Ignatiev (since 1957 - First Secretary of the Tatar Regional Committee of the CPSU -ed.) decided to retire, although he was only 55 years old. The issue of selecting a candidate for the role of the first secretary of the Tatar Regional Committee was discussed in the Central Committee of the CPSU. Among the main contenders was Salih Batiev, who at that time held the post of second secretary of the regional committee ...
According to Tabeev, Salih Galimzyanovich knew the republic perfectly and could rightfully claim the post of first secretary of the regional committee. But it turned out differently.
Returning from Moscow, Semyon Denisovich told Tabeev that, being in the Central Committee of the CPSU, he proposed it, Tabeev, to the post of chief party leader of Tatarstan. For 32-year-old Fikryat, this was news as flattering as it was shocking. But to refuse the proposals of the party boss, especially ahead of time - after all, everything was finally to be decided by the plenum - was not accepted in those circles.
Assessing that situation today, Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich believes that Ignatiev played an excellent chess combination for the republic, combining at its helm the assertiveness of youth in the face of him, Tabeev, and wisdom, as well as the necessary political conservatism in the person of Batyev, who, also on the recommendation of Ignatiev, took the post Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the TASSR.
And then came the day of October 28, 1960. The columned hall of the Kazan House of Officers (now the Kazan City Hall) gathered the color of the communists of the republic. Today, after more than half a century, it is difficult to explain to the modern reader the importance and principle of the event. The change of the first party leader of the republic meant about the same thing as today - it is the change of the governor of the region or the president of the same Tatarstan. Add to this a certain instability in the position of leaders of all ranks that took place in the Khrushchev era. And in general, society was still at a crossroads: some were afraid to mention the names of Stalin and Beria without looking back, others hoped for a return to the old order, others wanted radical changes.
THE MAIN THINGS WERE DECIDED BEYONDLY
In the corridors of the regional committee, in anticipation of the plenum, tension grew. The party elite of the republic, in today's words, assessed the ratings of possible contenders, as well as the likelihood of placing another "Varangian" at the top of the republican power. The sprouts of democracy that appeared in the country changed little in the party ranks. As before, the main thing was mostly decided behind the scenes, and the plenum was only called upon to approve the decision taken "above". But this time everything went differently.
The regional plenums, as a rule, were attended by distinguished guests from Moscow. This time to hold a plenum on liberation Seeds of Ignatiev from the post of first secretary of the republican regional committee and the election of its new leader came Petr Nikolaevich Pospelov - member of the RSDLP in 1916, Hero of Socialist Labor, laureate of the Stalin Prize of the first degree, academician of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR, candidate member of the Presidium of the Central Committee of the CPSU. In a word, a serious political heavyweight, previously known for his loyalty to Stalin and who easily changed his point of view on him when he came to power Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev.
After the announcement of the agenda, the floor was given to Pospelov. According to a long-established scheme, he delivered the prescribed speech, then informed the audience about the release of Ignatiev from his post at his request, thanked him on behalf of the Central Committee of the party for the work done, and left the high podium.
There was silence in the hall. After a pause that seemed very long, Ignatiev, who was sitting in the presidium of the plenum, got up at the right hand of the Moscow guest. His face, with large, as if carved features, did not betray a trace of excitement. He thanked the communists of the republic for three years of joint work, wished Tatarstan further success. And somehow, without transition, he asked, turning to the audience, whom the communists of the republic would like to see as the first secretary of the regional committee.
From such a sharp turn to democracy, people were literally confused. But what about the usual recommendation from above, why did Pospelov keep silent? Or maybe there is some catch in all this, a check? In a word, none of those present even thought to say something.
Obviously, perfectly understanding the situation, Semyon Denisovich, already in a more liberated form, again invited people to name the person most worthy of becoming his successor. The voices of those talking among themselves rustled around the hall, then several people immediately shouted out: “Tabeeva!”
Well, there is one candidate, - said Ignatiev. - What other proposals will there be?
There were no other proposals. After that, according to the regulations, it would be necessary to introduce the candidate to the audience, give him a description, a word for speech. But they shouted from the audience that none of this should be done in the case of Fikryat Tabeev. Then Ignatiev invited the participants of the plenum to vote for the only candidate. The open vote showed a forest of hands.
Unanimously, - summed up Ignatiev.
KHRUSHCHEV WANTED TO PART WITH THE SHADOWS OF STALIN'S PAST
Of course, one must understand that such non-standard conduct of the plenum is not a spontaneous phenomenon. Candidates for the post of first secretary of the regional committee of the republic, which became the oil “breadwinner” of the Union, were not only discussed at the highest level, their biographies and dossiers were studied literally under a magnifying glass both on Staraya Square and on Lubyanka. Weighed all the pros and cons. But ... In this case, obviously, Khrushchev's attitude to rejuvenate the composition of the party and economic cadres played a decisive role. He wanted to part with the shadows of the Stalinist past and create his own team, a team of people devoted to him.
Due to age, the candidacy of Batyev, who was 17 years older than Tabeyev, was apparently also rejected. Although what is 49 years old? For a politician - the age of prosperity. However, Salih Galimzyanovich proved this. From 1960 to 1983, holding the post of Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the TASSR, being also Deputy Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the RSFSR, he made a significant contribution to the development of Kazan and the republic. His special merit is the work at the head of the commission for the rehabilitation of political prisoners and the release of victims of political repression, including the rehabilitation of the poet Musa Jalil and awarding him the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. It is no coincidence that in 2011 the President of the Republic of Tatarstan, the State Councilor of the Republic of Tatarstan, the Presidium of the State Council of the Republic of Tatarstan proposed to perpetuate the memory of Salikh Batyev by naming one of the new streets of Kazan after him.
At the same time, it was clear that it would not be easy for a secretary as young as Tabeev to establish himself in his role. And this democratic nomination should have become a kind of advance of confidence for him: they themselves, they say, proposed, they themselves chose! And the same Salih Batyev became one of those who at first offered a friendly shoulder to the young first secretary. Since that time, Tabeev and Batiev have worked hand in hand for almost 20 years for the benefit of the peoples of Tatarstan. Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich, even half a century later, remembered with gratitude this smart, modest and hardworking person.
To be continued.
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Reference Fikryat Akhmedzhanovich Tabeev (Tat. Father - Akhmedzhan Mukhamedzhanovich Tabeev, the eldest of four brothers. Member of the Civil War, was the commander of the Red Army detachment. Fought with the Basmachi in Central Asia. He was the personal signalman of Mikhail Frunze. He died at the front in the winter of 1942. Mother - Sabira Muzipovna Tabeeva (Begisheva). In 1951 he graduated from Kazan State University, from 1951 to 1957 - in teaching, since 1957 - in the party. Since 1959, the second, and since 1960, the first secretary of the Tatar Regional Committee of the CPSU. He was the youngest first secretary of the regional party committee. In the same year he became a member of the Central Committee of the CPSU. He played a big role in the development of the oil and petrochemical industry, mechanical engineering in the republic. Under his leadership, new oil fields were explored and put into operation, Nizhnekamsk was founded, where a number of large chemical plants were built. The Kamskaya hydroelectric power station and the Zainskaya state district power station were built. The Tatneft merger has given the country the largest volume of oil in its history. In the city of Naberezhnye Chelny, the Kama Automobile Plant (KAMAZ) was built. Nizhnekamskneftekhim was built in Nizhnekamsk. Kazanorgsintez was launched in Kazan, a plant for the production of sand-lime bricks was opened, new areas of Gorka and Savinovo were built up. A circus was built, the Tatar Academic Drama Theater named after. Kamala, the Palace of Sports, the Central Stadium, the Palace of Chemists and the swimming pool, the Tatarstan Hotel, one of the largest greenhouse facilities in the USSR were built. From 1979 to 1986 - Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the USSR to the Republic of Afghanistan. The book “Fikryat Tabeev. Fate thanks and in spite of " Published by the publishing group "Wings". |
There are no words to convey
All the intolerance of pain and sorrow,
There are no words to tell them
How we mourn for you, Comrade Stalin.
Other then most famous Soviet poets spoke in the same vein:
Heart bleeds...
Our dear, our dear!
Grabbing your head
The Motherland is crying over you.
In this hour of greatest sorrow
I can't find those words
So that they fully express
Our nationwide misfortune.
It is easy to take this eight-verse as an excerpt from one poem composed by one poet. Meanwhile, its first four lines belong to Olga Berggolts, and the second - to Tvardovsky.
Having quoted them next to his own (of course, not in the way I did, but separately) and adding to them one more quatrain by M. Isakovsky, which differs little from them, Simonov immediately dismisses the naturally arising assumption that the similarity, and not very high the poetic level of these poems is explained by the fact that the same conductor's baton conducted the choir of these "good and different" poets.
The similarity of the poems was born not by the obligation to write them - they could not be written, but by a deep inner feeling of the enormity of the loss, the enormity of what happened. We had many more years ahead of us to try to figure out what kind of loss it was, and it would be better or worse - I'm not afraid to ask myself this rather cruel question - for all of us and for the country, if this the loss did not occur then, but even later. All this had to be dealt with, especially after the 20th Congress, but also before it.
However, the very immensity of what had happened was beyond doubt, and the strength of the influence of the personality of Stalin and the whole order of things associated with this personality, for that circle of people to which I belonged, was also beyond doubt. And the word "loss" coexisted with the word "sorrow" without the violence of the authors over themselves in those verses that we then wrote.
(K. Simonov. Stories of heavy water. P. 485).
In the same way, in the same terms, in the same words, Simonov explains WHAT prompted him to compose and publish that ill-fated paragraph in the leading article of Literaturnaya Gazeta that appeared on March 19:
The first, main feeling was that we had lost a great man. Only later did the feeling arise that it would be better to lose him early, then, perhaps, there would not be many terrible things connected with the last years of his life. But what happened, happened... The first feeling of the grandiosity of the loss did not leave me for a long time, in the first months it was especially strong. Obviously, under the influence of this feeling, together with another writer who loved to demonstrate the determination of his character all his life, but in this case, when danger arose, he immediately disappeared into the bushes, composed an editorial article published in the Literary Gazette on March 19, 1953 .. The editorial was called "The Sacred Duty of a Writer", and... the first thing that was imputed to writers as their sacred duty was to create the image of Stalin in literature. Nobody forced me to write this at all, I could have written all this in a different way, but I wrote it that way, and this passage belonged to no one else, but to my pen. I also set the general tone of this advanced ...
In my then opinion, the front line was like a front line, I did not expect either good or bad from it, it was based on my speech at the meeting of writers that had taken place before, the meaning of which basically coincided with the meaning of the front line. However, the reaction to this advanced was very violent.
(Ibid., pp. 502-503).
"Very stormy" is too weak a word. The scandal erupted incredible. And the rumor about it, somewhere out there, at the very top of the scandal that broke out (I can already say this, based on my own memory) then became one of the loudest signals announcing the imminence of future changes.
The editorial issue "A Writer's Sacred Duty" came out on Thursday. Thursday after its release, I spent in the editorial office, preparing the next issue, and looking at Friday night, I left the city, to the country, to write there on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and come to the editorial office on Monday morning and do the Tuesday issue from the very morning. There was no telephone at the dacha, and I returned to Moscow on Monday morning, knowing absolutely nothing.
It was like that here, - my deputy Kosolapov met me, as soon as I had time to pick up the Saturday issue, which I had not yet read. - Better Surkov tell you about it, you call him, he asked to call as soon as you appear.
I called Surkov, we met, and it turned out the following: Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev, who at that time was in charge of the work of the Secretariat of the Central Committee, having read either on Thursday evening, or on Friday morning, an issue from my editorial “The Sacred Duty of a Writer”, called the editorial office, where I was not there, then to the Writers' Union and declared that he considered it necessary to remove me from the leadership of Literaturnaya Gazeta, did not consider it possible for me to publish the next issue. From now on, until the issue is finally resolved - presumably, in the Politburo, I already figured it out myself - let the next issue, and maybe even the following issues, be read and signed by Surkov as Acting Secretary General of the Writers' Union.
From a further conversation, Surkov found out that the whole point was in the advanced "The Sacred Duty of a Writer", in which I urged writers not to go forward, not to do business and think about the future, but to look only back, only do what to sing of Stalin - with such position is out of the question for me to edit a newspaper. According to Surkov - I don't remember whether he spoke directly to Khrushchev or through third parties - Khrushchev was extremely heated and angry.
I personally, - said Surkov, - did not see anything of the kind in this front line and do not see it. Well, unsuccessful, well, really there is too much space allotted to create works about Stalin, which is the most important thing. In the end, what's wrong with that. It is possible to remove this unnecessary emphasis on the past in other editorials. At first I wanted to send a messenger to you, to call you, and then I decided not to upset you, maybe everything will work out in this time. The number, as Kosolapov told me, was ready, I arrived, looked at it and signed it. They did not demand to remove your last name, they only demanded that I read and sign the number. So I thought, is it worth it to unsettle you, you sit there, write. Come back on Monday, maybe by that time everything will be settled.
And so it ended up being. At some stage, I don't know where, in the Secretariat or in the Politburo, everything, in general, settled down. When Surkov called the agitprop in my presence, he was told that I should go to my editorial office and publish the next issue. That was the end of the matter this time. Apparently, this was a personal outburst of Khrushchev’s feelings, who then, in the fifty-third year, probably, was no longer alien to the idea, after some time, to try to put an end to the “i” and tell about Stalin what he considered it necessary to tell at the XX Congress . Naturally, in such a mood, an editorial called "The Sacred Duty of a Writer" with a call to create an epoch-making image of Stalin hit him, as they say, across the soul. And although, apparently, he was persuaded not to take the measures proposed by him in a fever, he disliked me for a long time, for years, right up to the appearance in the press of The Living and the Dead, considering me one of the most inveterate Stalinists in literature.
(Ibid., pp. 504-505).
The last remark suggests that in fact, of course, he was not any Stalinist. But this is how to look at what to build on, with whom to compare.
