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S. Golomyskino, Novonikolaevskaya province - March 31, Novosibirsk region) - assistant platoon commander of the 7th rifle company of the 227th infantry regiment 175th Ural-Kovel rifle division 47th Army of the 1st Belorussian Front, senior sergeant - at the time of submission to the 1st degree Order of Glory.

Biography

Born on December 15, 1924 in the village of Golomyskino (now Toguchinsky District, Novosibirsk Region). After graduating from school, he worked on a collective farm.

In August 1942 he was drafted into the Red Army. Since March of the same year at the front. From the first day until the Victory, he fought in the 227th Infantry Regiment of the 175th Infantry Division. Combat biography Red Army soldier Starodubtsev began at the Kursk Bulge.

The scout Starodubtsev earned his first award - the medal "For Courage" in the battles on the Right-Bank Ukraine in January 1944. Six months later, in the battles near Kovel, he received the second medal "For Courage". By this time, he had more than once been behind enemy lines, participated in many reconnaissance searches, and was twice wounded. Particularly distinguished himself in the battles for the liberation of Poland.

On September 13, 1944, Private Starodubtsev acted as part of a reconnaissance group in the area of \u200b\u200bthe Warsaw suburb of Prague. The soldiers, having penetrated deep into the city at night, secretly surrounded a large stone house, turned by the Nazis into a stronghold. They threw grenades into the windows and after a short battle captured him. In this battle, the scouts destroyed up to a platoon of enemy infantry, seven opponents were taken prisoner. By their actions, they ensured the advancement of the remaining divisions of the division deep into the city. By order of the commander of the 175th rifle division of October 5, 1944, for courage and bravery shown in battle, Private Nikolai Filippovich Starodubtsev was awarded the Order of Glory, 3rd degree.

As a result of four days of fighting soviet troops captured Prague. Favorable conditions were created for crossing the Vistula and providing assistance to the revolted Warsaw people. The reconnaissance group of the 175th Infantry Division was tasked with penetrating the enemy's rear, reconnoitering his defense system and capturing the "tongue". On October 10, 1944, scouts crossed to the western bank of the Vistula and penetrated deep into the enemy defenses. Capturing a prisoner, they began to return back and went straight to the enemy patrol. In battle, Starodubtsev destroyed the enemy sentry and the machine gun crew. When the officer, the commander of the reconnaissance group, was wounded, Starodubtsev carried him to the eastern bank. Then he returned to the group and covered the retreat. Being wounded, the last one left the coast occupied by the enemy. By order of the 47th Army on November 1, 1944, for the rescue of the commander and the successful completion of the command assignment, Private Nikolai Filippovich Starodubtsev was awarded the Order of Glory, 2nd degree.

In mid-January 1945, Soviet troops launched an offensive. The Vistula-Oder operation began. On the night of January 16, scouts led by Sergeant Starodubtsev overcame the Vistula on the ice, burst into an enemy trench, destroyed four heavy machine guns with crews and about two platoons of enemy infantry with grenades. Taking four prisoners and capturing valuable documents, the scouts delivered them to the regiment commander. Then they rushed forward again, deep into the enemy defenses. The main forces of the regiment entered the bridgehead captured by the scouts. From this bridgehead, the division launched an offensive against Warsaw.

By the decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of May 31, 1945, senior sergeant Nikolai Filippovich Starodubtsev was awarded the Order of Glory, 1st degree for the courage and courage shown in the battles for Warsaw. Has become full cavalier Order of Glory.

In 1945 N.F. Starodubtsev was demobilized. He returned to his homeland. He lived in the village of Zavyalovo, Toguchinsky District, Novosibirsk Region. At first he worked as a foreman on a collective farm, then as a foreman on a state farm. But soon old wounds opened up and had to retire. Died on March 31, 1964.

Awarded with the Orders of Glory of 3 degrees, medals.

V.V. Bibikov

Recall by name.
Electronic database "Alphabetical lists of losses of the lower ranks of 1914-1918."
Union of Revival of Pedigree Traditions Project (SVRT)

In the middle of this year, the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of World War I will be celebrated.

The first world War - one of the largest armed conflicts in the history of mankind. Before that it was called the "Great War", "Second Patriotic War". And I remember well the words of my grandmother, who called her "German". In Soviet historiography, the war was considered "unjust and conquering" and before the outbreak of World War II it was referred to as "imperialist".

As a result of the war, four empires ceased to exist: Russian, Austro-Hungarian, Ottoman and German.

The participating countries lost more than 10 million people in killed soldiers, about 12 million civilians killed and about 55 million people were injured.

It is known that during that war, about 15.5 million soldiers were mobilized in the Russian Empire. Of these, about 1.7 million died, about 3.8 million were wounded, and almost 3.5 million people were captured.

Often, while studying the history of our vast country, we perfectly remember the dates and events that took place in it for many centuries, without thinking at all that all these events were directly related to the fate of our ancestors. The history of the country, society is made up of the stories and destinies of many individuals... Studying the history of a kind, knowing your roots, your ancestry helps to realize the importance of each individual person, allows you to feel your belonging to the family and clan, acts as a kind of connecting link, prevents the separation and alienation of people in the modern world.

That is why SVRT, an organization that promotes genealogy, considered it its duty to restore the names of ordinary soldiers - heroes of the Great War on the eve of the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of the First World War.

The idea of \u200b\u200bsystematizing the losses of the lower ranks in the First World War came to us back in 2010. From that moment on, the search for documents began, where this data would be reflected.

According to available information, the lists of losses compiled during the First World War are now stored in regional archives in the funds of the provincial governments. They are also in the collections of the largest libraries in Russia.

About two years ago, these lists began to be posted on electronic resources Russian State Library and the Tsarskoye Selo online library. There were also enthusiasts who began to process the lists, but most of them were engaged in sampling only for a specific county, at best, a province, or the processed lists were stipulated by various conditions restricting free access to them.

Seeing this state of affairs, the Union for the Revival of Pedigree Traditions decided to optimize all freely available lists and make them available to everyone. The work was based on the alphabetisation of lists by territories Russian Empire... This principle of processing lists allows you to quickly search for the desired person. For the first time we turned to these lists in August 2012, and in August 2013 the project “The First World War, 1914-1918. Alphabetical lists of losses of the lower ranks. "

For this project, we began to form a team of volunteers, and volunteers who wanted to help in its implementation began to actively join us. The project was headed by a member of the SVRT Nikolay Ivanovich Chernukhin, a doctor living in the Stavropol Territory, on whose shoulders the main work on the implementation of the project lay.

The project is currently working in full force, the lists are being actively processed and posted on the SVRT website for free access. 59 volunteers are involved in the project: they are members of our Union, and simply people living in our country and abroad, united by a common goal.

Thanks to the active participation of such volunteers as V.I.Bogatyrev, P.V. Gavrilchenko, T.D. Efimenko, D.M. Kalenov, E.M. Kravtsova, N.A. Myasnikova, E.E. Naumova, A. N. and many others the project has practical content and is nearing completion.

At the moment, all the lists found in the public domain have been sorted out and are being worked on. Of the 97 territories on the lists, 96 territories have already been processed and posted on our website. The formed database already contains information about more than one million people of lower ranks, and each of us can now look for our relatives there.

The lists posted on the websites of the previously mentioned libraries contain information about about 1 million people, and in total about 1.8 million people were taken into account.

Unfortunately, not all lists are freely available, but only about half, but work continues, including to find the missing information.

They are already starting to use our developments, and samples of the corresponding territories are posted on regional sites.

We welcome any help, including providing us with missing lists. Elena Kravtsova and Andrey Gorbonosov helped and are helping us in this. Some of the lists were provided by Boris Alekseev.

The real results of the project can be found on the SVRT website.

All volunteers who have already shown a practical result were noted with gratitude from the Board of SVRT, some of them were awarded with SVRT Signs of the III degree for disinterested and noble work. At the end of the project, the most active participants will be nominated for orders and medals of the Russian Imperial House.

I would like to present our project with the help of a small electronic presentation of scans from the SVRT website. So,

Frame 1. Project screensaver from the SVRT website.

Frame 2. On the main page of our site there are buttons for the largest SVRT projects, among them there is a button with the image of a brave soldier during the war of 1914-1918.

Frame 3. By clicking on this button we get to the website page dedicated to this project.

Frame 4. Here we see a brief annotation of the project, a list of project participants (site visitors should know who prepared the lists of losses for work). Next, there is an alphabet of letters: by clicking on one of them, you can go to the page on which the provinces are located, the name of which begins with the corresponding letter. Just below the alphabet is a reminder that the territorial division of the Russian Empire is not in all cases identical to the modern one. For genealogists, this is an obvious thing, but for the rest of the Internet it is not at all the case.

Frame 5. By clicking, for example, on the letter "O" we see three provinces at once: Olonets, Orenburg and Orel. Next, you should click in the corresponding province on the letter with which the desired surname begins.

Frame 6. Now we get to the pivot table. The table contains several columns with persons under the corresponding letter. Column names: title, full name, religion, marital status, county, parish (locality), reason for retirement, date of retirement, number of the published list and page in the list.

Frame 8. Why did the person get into the list of losses twice? From the list data it follows that on May 31, 1915 he was wounded, but left in the ranks, and on July 16 of the same year it was recorded that he was wounded and apparently sent to the hospital. I easily found his potential father in my database - Stepan Yakovlevich. Comparing the dates of birth of the hero's sisters, brothers, nephews, I understood why he did not get into the family tree earlier. Georgy Stefanovich probably did not return to his native village after the war, and there could be several reasons. Perhaps the "whirlwind of revolution" radically changed the fate of a person, and perhaps he was mortally wounded, and therefore did not get into the 1917 electoral lists that I looked through in the archive. Now I know that Georgy Stefanovich Bibikov is my second uncle, a participant in that " forgotten war". Such indirect genealogical information can be obtained from these lists, i.e. these lists are a good addition to the well-known WBS-Memorial database, which we all actively use. But, of course, the main goal of working on the lists is to list by name the undeservedly forgotten heroes of the First World War of 1914-1918.

Frame 9. The page of the SVRT forum is presented. Track the discussion of the project, its developments, additional information on the project, as well as to participate in discussions, conversations and discussions on our forum.

Frame 10. The most active participants of the project are marked with our award, the badge "Participant of the SVRT project" The badge is approved in three grades and is awarded for each project separately. The picture shows the 3rd and 2nd degrees of the sign. Currently, 20 project participants have been awarded this badge.

Join our project, remember your great-grandfathers!

Bibikov V.V. - President of the Union for the Revival of Pedigree Traditions, member of the Public Council at the Federal Archival Agency, member of the Council of the Russian Genealogical Federation, full member of the Historical and Genealogical Society in Moscow.

Today, anyone has the opportunity to find information about relatives and friends, those killed or missing during the Great Patriotic War. Many websites have been created to study documents containing personal data of military personnel during the war. "WG" provides an overview of the most useful ones. Therefore, do not despair if you did not manage to find any data about your relatives in the bank of unreceived awards " Russian newspaper"- the search can be continued on other Internet resources.

Database

www.rkka.ru - a directory of military reductions (as well as charters, manuals, directives, orders and personal documents of wartime).

Libraries

oldgazette.ru - old newspapers (including the war period).

www.rkka.ru - a description of military operations of the Second World War, post-war analysis of the events of the Second World War, military memoirs.

Military maps

www.rkka.ru - military topographic maps with a combat situation (by periods of war and operations)

Search engine sites

www.rf-poisk.ru - the official website of the Russian Search Engine

Database

www.podvignaroda.ru

www.obd-memorial.ru

www.pamyat-naroda.ru

www.rkka.ru/ihandbook.htm

www.moypolk.ru

www.dokst.ru

www.polk.ru

www.pomnite-nas.ru

www.permgani.ru

patriotic port.rf, rf-poisk.ru

rf-poisk.ru/page/34

soldat.ru

memento.sebastopol.ua

memory-book.com.ua

soldat.ru - a set of reference books for independent search of information about the fate of military personnel (including a reference book of field postal stations of the Red Army in 1941-1945, a reference book of conventional names military units (institutions) in 1939-1943, a guide to the deployment of hospitals in the Red Army in 1941-1945);

www.rkka.ru - directory of military reductions (as well as regulations, manuals, directives, orders and personal documents of wartime).

Libraries

oldgazette.ru - old newspapers (including the war period);

www.rkka.ru - a description of the military operations of the Second World War, post-war analysis of the events of the Second World War, military memoirs.

Military maps

www.rkka.ru - military topographic maps with a combat situation (by periods of war and operations).

Search engine sites

www.rf-poisk.ru - the official website of the Russian Search Movement.

Partners of the "Stars of Victory" project

www.mil.ru - Ministry of Defense of the Russian Federation.

www.histrf.ru - Russian Military Historical Society.

www.rgo.ru - Russian geographic society.

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Database

www.podvignaroda.ru - a publicly available electronic bank of documents on the recipients and awards of the period of the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945;

www.obd-memorial.ru - generalized data bank about the defenders of the Fatherland who died and disappeared during the Great Patriotic War and the post-war period;

www.pamyat-naroda.ru is a public data bank about the fate of the participants in the Great Patriotic War. Search for places of primary burials and documents on awards, on the passage of service, on victories and privations on the battlefields;

www.rkka.ru/ihandbook.htm - awarded with the order The Red Banner in the period from 1921 to 1931;

www.moypolk.ru - information about the participants of the Great Patriotic War, including home front workers - living, dead, dead and missing. Collected and replenished by the participants of the all-Russian action "Immortal Regiment";

www.dokst.ru - information about those killed in captivity in Germany;

www.polk.ru - information about Soviet and Russian soldiers who disappeared in the wars of the 20th century (including the pages "The Great Patriotic War" and "Not presented awards");

www.pomnite-nas.ru - photographs and descriptions of military graves;

www.permgani.ru - database on the website of the Perm State Archives recent history... Includes basic biographical information about former Red Army servicemen (natives of the Perm Territory or military service from the territory of the Kama region), which during the Great Patriotic War were surrounded and (or) captured by the enemy, and after returning to their homeland underwent a special state check (filtration);

patriotvort.rf, rf-poisk.ru - an electronic version of the book "Names from Soldiers' Medallions", volumes 1-6. Contains alphabetical information about those who died during the war, whose remains were discovered during prospecting works, managed to identify;

rf-poisk.ru/page/34 / - memory books (by regions of Russia, with direct links and annotations);

soldat.ru - books of memory (for individual regions, branches of the armed forces, individual units and formations, about those who died in captivity, who died in Afghanistan, Chechnya);

memento.sebastopol.ua - Crimean virtual necropolis;

memory-book.com.ua - electronic book memory of Ukraine;

soldat.ru - a set of reference books for an independent search for information about the fate of military personnel (including a reference book of field postal stations of the Red Army in 1941-1945, a reference book of the conventional names of military units (institutions) in 1939-1943, a reference book of the deployment of RKKA hospitals in 1941-1945 years);

rgvarchive.ru - Russian State Military Archive (RGVA). The archive stores documents on the military operations of the Red Army units in 1937-1939. near Lake Khasan, on the Khalkhin-Gol river, in the Soviet-Finnish war of 1939-1940. Here are documents of the border and internal troops of the Cheka-OGPU-NKVD-Ministry of Internal Affairs of the USSR since 1918; documents of the Main Directorate for Prisoners of War and Internees of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs and institutions of its system (GUPVI USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs) of the period 1939-1960; personal documents of Soviet military leaders; documents of foreign origin (trophy). On the archive website you can also find guides and reference books that make it easier to work with it.

rgaspi.org - Russian State Archive of Social and Political Information (RGASPI). The period of the Great Patriotic War in the RGASPI is represented by documents of an extraordinary body of state power - the State Defense Committee (GKO, 1941-1945) and the Headquarters of the Supreme Commander;

Nikolai Vladimirovich Stefanovich was born on January 6, 1912 in the family of an employee, Vladimir Mitrofanovich Stefanovich (d. 1916). Mother, Olga Petrovna (d. 1947), was a teacher. The family also had three daughters. After leaving school, the poet studied at the Higher Literary Courses in Moscow, before they were closed and dispersed, he managed to finish 3 courses. He studied on the course together with the future director of the House-Museum F.I. Tyutchev in Muranovo K.V. Pigarev. Already in his youth, Tyutchev's work had on him big influence, Stefanovich devoted a study to him, on the basis of love for him he met the famous poet and literary critic G.I. Chulkov. After the closure of the courses, Nikolai Vladimirovich entered the Shchukin Theater School, and after graduation, within eight pre-war years worked at the Vakhtangov Theater.

I cannot help but mention a sad episode in Stefanovich's life, which was widely disseminated by the literary critic Vitaly Shentalinskiy, who published in 2001 the book "Denunciation of Socrates". The chapter dedicated to the fate of M.A. Voloshin, the author, among other things, devotes several pages to the trial of the Christian poet Natalia Anufrieva and mathematician Daniil Zhukovsky, who were arrested in Moscow in the summer of 1936. He also writes that the arrest of the latter took place on the denunciation of Nikolai Stefanovich. Without whitewashing Stefanovich, I still want to say that with the details of this case, not everything is clear to the end. Most likely, this was not a denunciation, but a confession knocked out of the poet during the investigation. The poet was close friends with Anufrieva and Zhukovsky for several years, it was a circle of young truth seekers and Christian-minded intellectuals. And they met, most likely through Chulkov, since Zhukovsky was married to the latter's sister, Anna. I think someone else wrote the denunciation. Another person was involved in the case, Daniil Zhukovsky's classmate in the mathematical faculty of Moscow State University, who was relieved of any responsibility and no longer appeared in the case. Stefanovich was apparently blackmailed by his family, forcing him to appear as a witness at the trial of Zhukovsky and Anufrieva in April 1937. From the pressure he had endured, he became seriously ill, and later experienced deep mental anguish from the fact that he could not show the due measure of resilience. Here I can only remember the gospel truth, old as the world - "Do not judge, that you will not be judged." It is not at all the business of poets to defend their convictions, proving their case in the office of NKVD investigators. Their job is to write good poetry.

In 1941, a bomb hit the theater where Stefanovich was on duty. The poet was seriously injured and became disabled for the rest of his life, having received the 1st disability group.

In the same year, he, together with the theater, went to evacuate to Perm. After returning to Moscow, he continued to work in the theater for some time. Soon he met B.N. Slutsky, who really liked Stefanovich's poems and translations. Slutsky recommended him for admission to the section of translators at the State Publishing House, and until the end of his days, Nikolai Vladimirovich was professionally engaged in translations: primarily of oriental poets, in particular Rabindranath Tagore, as well as translations from East Slavic languages. Stefanovich himself knew the languages \u200b\u200bof the peoples of Yugoslavia quite well, since his father was a Serb. His translations were actively published, many of them were published on the pages of the journal "Foreign Literature".

The poet died on April 14, 1979, and was buried at the Vagankovsky cemetery in Moscow. The original work of Stefanovich was practically not published during his lifetime. With the mediation of Slutsky, 3 small publications were published in the almanac "Poetry Day". This was connected, of course, with their religious content. Only in the perestroika years did publications appear on the pages of Ogonyok, Rural Youth, Novy Mir, Smena, and other publications. Some of these publications were directly related to the author of this preface.

Nikolay Vladimirovich STEFANOVICH: poetry

Poet: | | ...

IN MEMORY OF THE FATHER

You left me like an inheritance

Count on repeating forever?

The world was shining, widened and raised,
Giving place to your inventions,

***
How unmistakable and accurate
When a week is being bombed
Pressing against the drainpipe,
Suddenly you will know God!
Houses are slanting from horror,
Chills and fainting itching
And fingers are slippery ...
- Russia!
Do you hear the angels sing?

***
The lost teases you
And you are sad, taken aback,
When they sing on this holiday
The same festive melody.
Then you grew up, now you grew up
Now you're exhausted and still
Every time you enter the choir,
You are walking towards the past.
Your interrupted childhood
Stop at the Royal Doors -
After all, there is no other means in the world,
To bring it back.

***
O Russia, like Job according to the Bible,
You were naked to the bone
And the bottomless abyss of destruction
In every puddle yours shines.

Both people and angels have changed,
Desecrate and hit in the face ...
This is how, according to the Gospel,
The prodigal son returned to his father.

***
Separation of Alpha and Omega!
In vain and unrestrained again
All night long forgotten cart in the steppe
Shafts to the stars will stretch.

And the stars are bewitched,
What are their names in song frogs,
And at that hour they will fall to the ground,
Not enduring the separation of the evil.

All times will merge, won't they?
Behold the trumpet voice, resounding in the middle,
Will connect worlds, spaces, distances
And what was with what is ahead.

She, Lord, come! We're so tired
We are waiting for you. - Hey, Lord, come!

***
Sunset field. How gentle and quiet here!
Grasshoppers in the grasses are ticking dreamily.
And if we multiply herbs for eternity,
They will be designated by the name of God;
The earth receded and only remained
And I pray to God, a simple man:
"Oh, if only it remained so forever!"
But this moment is going somewhere
And with the pain of separation, the whole sky is enveloped.

***
Everyone who has suffered is sick,
Having lost everything to the end, -
Knows that this destruction
Was not in the Father's house.

All those who have squandered clean
Gloomy covered in darkness
Children's quality will help out -
Craving to return home.

***
Not everyone can endure this moment,
And I happened to taste it:
It's full of longing, burning thirst
And eternity, solemn to tears, -
That eternity that once
Christ compared with mustard seed.

***
From these walls. from gossip and insults
Somewhere to hide, even in a dream.
After all, I feel sick all day long
Swollen, cold palate.

The shabby garden was overgrown with unconsciousness.
Chills and itching. By the wet barn
The rough noise of shabby birches,
A leaky courtyard and a slanting street.

And here is the land that Christ
He wanted to save by raising him from the dead.

***
I am overwhelmed with horror,
Shapeless and black as failure
Just because your baptismal cross
By chance I lost today.

After all, there is no God and devils are invented,
And the angels are not visible above
And the cross was gone. And therefore, with death
I was left completely alone.

***
It seemed I was twisting my soul
And the load is terrible, and there is no way,
But the cross flashed over the old church,
Almost invisible in the darkness.
And over the church fence
Big clouds are flying
And suddenly inspiring and delighting,
And the burden is heavy ...

MORNING

Now there are no boards in the fences
Can't be called a board as before
And you will not stop the crossing hand -
So morning streets are easy
And the Orthodox sky is like that.

Know God, who is clear through and through,
While portfolios, theses and books,
Until things could not be closed
His face, opened too.

***
Now I am weak and old
But as in childhood - by the balcony
Brooding mosquito hung
On the thread of its own ringing.

And also everything to the smallest detail,
Until every crack in the saucer ...
When I hear: "Boy! Hey!" -
I can't help but look back.

***
The board will swing - let's fly
Towards the sky, roofs, pines ...
The bike was a tricycle
And the garden is huge and dense.

I came, twisting my soul,
To the last line, to the line
But I enter early childhood,
How to enter the festive church.

***
Lord! The beginning of all beginnings!
Was there such a moment
When I didn’t bother You
Am I endlessly sad?

Once there was an evening - full of energy,
So transparent and good
And I thanked You,
Laughing and clapping your hands ...

To remove the heavy guilt
My sins, deceptions, nonsense -
I'll start right there
When I appear for the last judgment.

***
The foliage will rustle and recoil
The trees will close together ...
Where does such temperament come from
At the stars, reseda, poplars?

Herbs and leaves are mysterious.
Everything froze, the rustle died down,
And I feel that the Eucharist is here,
And I hear: Yours from Yours ...

***
June night blissful bliss
Once in childhood I heard a tune.
A cart prays in the foggy steppe,
Shafts up to the starry sky.

And about the One Who, it seemed, was not there -
I realized here in the mown meadow
That He moves the planet to each one like that,
I can't even move an eyebrow.

Everything is magical: bushes, straw, stone
And the blood pounding in my temple
And "Our Father" sung by crickets
In a language incomprehensible to people.

Frosty, windy and bare,
In all worlds, anywhere
Holy memory, about Nikola,
Today they are celebrating yours.

And in this hour of praise and glory,
By the light of a melting candle
How to become not dark, not crafty,
How not to perish - teach.

PRODIGAL SON

And he told them the following parable ...
Luke 15.3

1
In the blue and dense garden
How you want to live without end
When through shaggy boughs
Father's smile will break through.

And now the air is healing
And the comfort of the paths was light,
And your constant prayer
Grasshoppers sing in the herbs.

And the boy is resinous thickets
With a run, he inhales sobbing,
And the light that comes from the father,
It burns in the soul, as in a lamp.
And squeezing my heart with my palms,
He is ready to cry with happiness ...

After all, this is both now and ever,
After all, this is forever and ever.

2
Father unrestrained and generous
And day and night long
Whole myself to the water and the wind,
It gives flowers and herbs.

And these butterflies and bees
And the substance of these branches -
Only the embodiment of funny thoughts
And his various inventions.

But all at once containing everything,
He himself does not know the orbits,
And only his shadow is big
Sometimes it glides through the greenery.

3
Children's clothes are tight and not in height,
And the boy rushes about, clumsy and sullen.
He thinks confused
and feels not easy
Everything is out of place and at random.
He loved the swing
but scanty and fearless
Flying on a leash
which is useless ...
Now with some turtle step
All this seems to him.

4
I told my father:
-I have been sent down to myself.
Your bright home is still loving
I'll go away.
To become an adult henceforth,
I will separate from you today.
Maybe I'm awkward and naive
But I will find my own
limit…-
And he left. And the terrible gushed
shower,
And he didn't want to calm down until morning.

5
In a space cut and flat
Everything changed and flowed.
He stood in front of the kiosk
I touched the dull glass.
Then chaos burst in again -
Shaggy, tangled, thick ...
And it was all accompanied
Some kind of strange nausea.

6
Perhaps he is in battle, in a duel?
And suddenly I remembered clearly again,
Like a wheel on a sunny path
He tried to overtake his own shadow.

No, do not look, do not see or touch,
Cover everything with a curtain of rain ...
It's stupid to bite your elbow
Or bang your head against the wall.

7
The yard languishes, until dirty logs
The night sky is drooping.
Like a cloying smell sinful,
Like a sultry wind, wicked ...
And bedroom windows arise
And someone's feminine balcony
Where even the air is catarrhal
Where even the dusk is inflamed.
In the soul - as in the abyss, as in the well,
But he runs swallowing the darkness
And every house laughs at him
And they applaud him.

8
In my soul, the alarm is buzzing without a break ...
Who invented that the will is not strong?
Here is a boy crossing the street,
And here is the old man and the old man's cough.

How mysterious and subtle everything is now:
Another invisible push
And the truck will run over a child
And the old man will go out like a candle.

His fire, swift and stale,
Eternal death melting in itself,
Slides like a knife at the vital aorta
Any destiny, any being.

And if he does not overcome temptation,
And if sin overcomes the soul
Then it will be devilishly dangerous -
For the old man, for the boy, for everyone.

9
Does the old man die gray,
Or someone else will die, -
Arithmetic is important for nature:
She is neither cold nor hot.

And when from a fragrant dress
Golden grace will breathe, -
Someone will pay with their lives for this,
Someone suddenly stops breathing.

10
He is mad and neurasthenic ...
Dawn again, losing shame
Will undress empty streets
The breaks of the stairs will reveal.

And through the early morning collodion
It seems to him now
That someone does not take him off again
Your glazed eyes

11
Now go and don't look back ...
How all houses and windows are symmetrical!
Just think: people are sleeping
- Everything is as usual.

And then the damp dawn caught him by surprise,
And it's scary to look into the entrances and gates ...
Perhaps the truth at this moment
Has someone died suddenly?

12
Loneliness. Splashes and slush.
The rain ended and poured down again.
As if the sky was trying not to cry
But I could not restrain myself.

Like someone's big grievances
Became wind, fog, rain ...
Or is it a forgotten father
Remembering his son?

13
The trumpet sings like a funeral march.
And dawn again ...
He's gotten so much older that night
For hundreds of years.

Let the soul, in boils and growths,
Almost dead ...
Everything is so easy, so infinitely simple.
Everything is tryn grass.

14
The plants are dry
And hardened like metal
When the father's holy name
He defiled and trampled on.

The stars have faded. Everything in the world
Suddenly a mortal fear seized
And it was heard as in the houses
Frightened children scream.

15
Medicines don't save people
A terrible disease is raging,
And hunger is a black kingdom
Like the sea rages around.

Corpses are scattered everywhere.
He is both ashamed and scared ...
Knock on the window whoever
Not to be alone?

16
Sometimes the look is almost accidental
Means almost nothing.
Isn't it the master
First glimpse at it?

Above the dark brick wing
Blue sky stripe ...
He looked him over again,
And were very symmetrical
His transparent eyes.

17
And he said: -You are a brave fellow,
You didn't give a damn about debt and shame.
Graze my pigs, perhaps ...
After all, your father is a crazy act
It will never forgive you.

And he grazes in the damp low
The pigs of their master, -
It became completely transparent and blue,
And the pigs triumphant
They look at him with mockery.

18
How the blade cuts
In the temples and in the chest,
And tears and grinding
Still to come.

And somewhere in excess
Prepare for him
Brutal torture
And eternal darkness.

Nobody is embittered
Stronger than father ...
To torment and cries
There will be no end.

But thunders and executions
He is not afraid:
They are safer
Another silence.

And great horror
Ready to hide -
And groans and screams,
And in the gnashing of teeth.

Into the impenetrable darkness,
And where else?
Destruction - and okay.
And that's all. And the Sabbath.

19
Looking for shorter roads
Walks with a bitten lip
And he repeats: - how, father,
Will I appear before you?

For harsh he is ready to payback,
But suddenly, through the morning expanse,
Father chaotic embrace
Spread out to meet him.

20
No reproach, no anger, no rage.
The clouds hug him
And father through the hot thickets
Possesses with its exultation.

The shell is simple and rough
Doesn't interfere with anything anymore
And the trees rustle like banners,
Rushing towards him.

And shines hotter, more solemn
Swinging open eternity blue ...
This is life's second coming
It's a holiday celebration. Amen.

*
Almost bordering on fantasy,
Contrary to plausibility, -
Such a parable has lived for centuries
A creation older than Luke.

Or maybe this is not heresy,
That the light, invisible just like that,
We only comprehend through
Hula, unconsciousness and darkness?

Let the universe freeze
And turn into steam through, -
To save everything, about the prodigal son
One chapter is enough.

About the Person: Evgeniy Evtushenko about Nikolai Stefanovich

Nikolay Vladimirovich STEFANOVICH (1912-1979)- poet: | | ...

From the anthology of Evgeny Evtushenko "Ten centuries of Russian poetry"

One day, in the early sixties, I met Boris Slutsky with a lean, reserved man about the age of my father. The stranger looked at me with studying curiosity, but did not even try to be friendly. It was felt that he was not up to it. On his face there was a clear shadow of some kind of inner pain. He was already leaving and introduced himself by pronouncing the name Stefanovich with an emphasis on "e", which was somewhat unusual.

Is he from the rehabilitated? I asked Slutsky.

No, - said Boris, - he never sat. But back in 1937, as a witness, he testified in court against two of his friends and still cannot forgive himself. And people are too cruel: they don't want to remember how these testimonies got out. Not necessarily torture. After all, everyone has a family hostage. And his mother was alive and his sisters ...

And what does he do?

Actually, he is an actor, graduated from the Shchukin School, before the war he served at the Vakhtangov Theater. In 1941, during the raid, he was on duty on the roof of the theater and was wounded. Became a disabled person of the first group. In the theater, however, he was left, but only small roles were given. He moonlights, as we do with Desik Samoilov, translating in Goslite. He is a Serb by his father and knows the language; he does without interlinear translations. He writes his own poetry, but he has never published it. When I read it, I was amazed. Such poets do not roll on the road. In any case, he is the author of one genius quatrain. Even if he did not write anything else, it would be enough to stay in poetry forever.

And Boris Abramovich read four lines, which I have often repeated since then. I hope my children and the children of their children will repeat them. Here is this great quatrain, sounding more and more modern and sharper, when the fate of the entire globe depends on what happens even in the tiniest countries:

One lot connects everyone:
As soon as you twist your leg -
And at the same moment in Addis Ababa
Someone will scream in pain.

In the book "Denunciation of Socrates" (2001), Vitaly Shentalinsky, whom I deeply respect for researching Stalin's atrocities, provides indisputable evidence of Stefanovich's cooperation with the NKVD, and quotes his detailed denunciation of the poets Natalia Anufrieva and Daniil Zhukovsky. But I cannot believe that a person who wrote so many kind and strong poems was an informer of his own free will. Surely he became a victim of a merciless meat grinder, a cunning inquisitorial blackmail. I am not making excuses for him, but I do not want to throw another stone at him: he, in my opinion, punished himself severely with pangs of conscience. Perhaps, thinking about everything that happened, he wrote his poetic confession dedicated to "In memory of the father":

You left me like an inheritance
A cut off of your hair.
What about a toy childhood
Count on repeating forever?

The world was shining, widened and raised,
Giving place to your inventions,
And because I am disgusting today,
Not only for me, but for the two of us.
And because there is no limit to shame,
And because it happened so, -
Suddenly turned gray in the medallion
Brown strand of your hair.

As a deeply religious person, Nikolai Stefanovich lived with a sense of the impending Apocalypse. And the war unleashed by the Nazis was for him the forerunner of the Last Judgment:

Isn't it so terrible
That is not why the tanks went mad,
That the hour has come when the archangel
He can open the graves.

Will we understand in fire and in smoke
Of my war today -
What other battles
Are we surrounded at this moment?

He became a tragic participant not only in this Second World War, but also in that eternal unlimited war of good and evil, whose battlefield is every human soul.

In Stefanovich's poems, one can see a man who is entangled in the snares of lies and fear - a man forced to betray his friends, but essentially kind and gentle, not born a traitor, but broken by the shameless rapists of his own people. And was he really alone in the sin imposed on him! But at least he repented, and not everyone had enough conscience for this ...

Look how much sensitivity, gratitude and sorrow there is in the soul of this sufferer, crippled by both wars:

Again the stars will be entangled in the bushes,
Shaking off leaves and dew from the branches.
Oh, whatever You, Lord, create now -
I will not amend anything.

You lit up the neighborhood in a new way
Everything is penetrated by you ...
And only the dead will still rise
And that night again failed.

And what a crystal laconicism in longing for the ideal:

It's time to fall asleep with the last sleep
A huge darkness will close over me,

And turn into a cloud through
Houses, and days, and branches under the window, -
And it's scary to me that the most earthly
I will lose - the longing for the unearthly ...

Leaving life in purity by repentance, Nikolai Stefanovich could hope for our understanding and sympathy, for that very mercy, which, as you know, is higher than justice.

It so happened that one day the demon beguiled Slutsky as well. Inertial fear from Stalin's time, and even backed up by party affiliation, pushed him to the only shameful act in his life: general meeting Moscow writers, he joined in the frenzied vilification of Boris Pasternak. But, like Stefanovich, Slutsky subsequently openly admitted his tragic guilt:

Angelic, not automobile
I am knocked down by the wing.

He subjected himself to seclusion, sentenced to unwriting poetry. Not everyone does that.

Both poets did not try to justify their guilt. They recognized it and redeemed it by self-punishment. Let's forgive them.

LET'S FORGIVE

When my mother came from the Lubyanka archive,
she was silent and with the past she did not fall into quarrels.
She drowned her face in the pillow for a week.
And so it lay. Eyes did not look at people.

And then she said:
“Don't go there.
There, all the signatures are not for blackies and bacon.
Forgive my grandfather.
It's not even fear - it's pain signed. "

Let's forgive the survivors of interrogation nights
when they pulled out their nails with pliers.
Let's forgive

repenting not in ostentation, but in the most Christian style.

Let's forgive
all who have not forgiven themselves,
thinking about their own conscience, not prestige.
Let's forgive

Let souls not become like scorched deserts.

Let's forgive
all who have not forgiven themselves.
Let's forgive them with simple, simple words,
but not so that, once again betraying, they asked for forgiveness,
and not hinting that they would forgive us in the future too
for the fact that we have raised new traitors by gentleness to cowards.
This will be what I want, Russia ...
Evgeny EVTUSHENKO

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