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Baruzdin Sergey Alekseevich (1926-1991) was born in Moscow. When the Great Patriotic War began, he was fifteen years old. He left school and became an auxiliary worker in one of the Moscow printing houses. At the age of seventeen he went to the front. At nineteen Sergei Baruzdin returned home with his wife and daughter. In 1958 he graduated from the Literary Institute. A.M. Gorky. Baruzdin wrote for children and adults, his critical articles and reviews regularly appeared in the press. In 1966 he headed the railway. "Friendship of Peoples".

Baruzdin's first books were published in the 1950s. His novel " Repetition of the past” (1964) addressed to older youth and adults. And since 1950, Baruzdin's books for children have been published. These are poems about a walking baby, about the friendship of the sun with the sky and the tree with the earth, about the purity of the child's soul (“ Why did the girl cry”), about “earthly living creatures”, about the difficult and good, as well as about the bad (story “ Nothing special”).

Baruzdin also wrote fairy tales: “ Tram Tales”, “The Tale of the Forest King and the Pioneer Camp". In the second tale, all events are shown as they were seen by the clear eyes of children - two boys. The fantastic turns out to be a kind of continuation of the ordinary.

The problems of novels and stories for children are diverse. Sergey Baruzdin writes about the death of young people in the war (“ Her name is Yolka”), about memory and honor (“ Believe and remember”), about the Moscow spring and the affairs of Muscovites, about animals, about the sea, about moods and dreams, about the life of adults and children’s sorrows (“ Mother”), about everything that is important in life for both children and adults. Baruzdin's works are always emotional, the landscape in them - whether it is the sea in reality and in dreams, the Moscow spring or the Berlin suburbs at the end of the war - is not just a background, but a part of a person's being; The dialogues are fast-paced and accurately convey the essence of events and characters. Sergey Baruzdin expanded the subject of literature for children, as he believed in the ability of a young reader to understand and assimilate figurative language. The most ordinary things and events fall into the orbit of the writer's attention - and the reader constantly feels the author's concern for the beautiful and the good.

An important place in the work of Baruzdin for children is occupied by stories about animals. Reading them, the child learns the beauty and diversity of the natural world.

For himself personally, Sergei Alekseevich did not distinguish between children's and "adult" literature. Often children - the heroes of his stories - have to learn to understand which parents they happened to be born to (“ The first of April - one day of spring”, “forest story”).

Little story" Misha and Yasha” (1988) is dedicated to the friendship of a baby and a puppy, their joyful discoveries of the world. Collection of fairy tales " Pea scarecrow” (1988) is diverse in subject matter, simple and expressive in language. IN " short tales”things talk, trees drawn on paper run, bast shoes realize their attachment to a person, the ends of the rope understand that it’s “better to live together than alone”, books run away to where they are read.

I.P. Motyashov noted that Sergei Baruzdin's books "carry the uniqueness of the author's intonation - thoughtful and kind, a little sad, warmed by the warmth of human participation, illuminated by the light of the joy of being and deed." The writer was constantly at the center of the problems of literature and journalism, published a book about leading children's writers. His books carried humane principles, ideals of goodness and morality to adults and children.

“Baruzdin as a person, as a person who subsequently chose for himself that type of service to society, which is called writing, began in the war, and almost everything, and maybe even everything further in his writing path was determined by this starting point, rooted there , in the blood and sweat of war, in its roads, hardships, losses, defeats and victories.

K. Simonov, "Reference point", 1977

The boy Seryozha Baruzdin lived in pre-war Moscow. Studied at school. Drew. Wrote poetry.

In Moscow there was a literary studio of the Palace of Pioneers, where a talented boy was sent. Since 1937his poems were published in Pioneer. Sergey was a kid. His poems were different from the poems of other children of the younger circle in which Sergei studied, they were full of seriousness. Even as a child, Baruzdin believed: “Poems are poems and they should not be written the way you speak or think”.

The Great Patriotic War began suddenly for him. Instead of studying, the fourteen-year-old had to go to work. Sergey thought: “Who can I be? I had dreams. [… ] But these were dreams of what should not be soon. When I grow up. When I finish school, in which I still have to trumpet and trumpet. When I finish college. And of course, in these dreams there was no today - the war.

He got a job at the printing house of the newspaper "Moskovsky Bolshevik" on the debtor of the katoshnik(rolled rolls of paper to a rotary machine). And even in this work, he felt a great responsibility.

Baruzdin was enlisted in the voluntary squad, and during the air raid he had to be at his post - on the roof of his house. “I experienced a feeling close to delight. Alone on a huge roof, and even when there is such a light show around! This is much better than being on duty at the gate or at the entrance of the house. True, it was possible to chat there, there were many people on duty, and I was alone. And I still feel better! I seem to be the owner of the whole roof, the whole house, and now I see what no one sees. he said.

The printing house registered volunteers for the people's militia, but they did not take him there, because he was only 15 years old. But on the other hand, he was taken as a volunteer for the construction of defensive structures at Chistye Prudy.

On October 16, 1941, his father took Sergei to the front in a special battalion, which was formed from the workers of the people's commissariats who remained in Moscow. I took it myself and defended it before some higher authorities when they tried to object. Even added a year to Sergei.

Like all boys, Sergei was more attached to his father than to his mother. He rarely saw his father before the war, and especially during the war, but they always found a common language with each other in both big and small matters. Sergey was especially proud of the fact that his father sometimes trusted him with such secrets that he did not even trust his mother.

The very, very first poem Sergey wrote about his father:

Dad lived,

very kind,

Just came late

And he took work home.

This made his mother angry.

I thought:

Brought the car

And he got the job

Put her on the shelf

The work has not been opened.

Every day

Papa is coming

Only sleep at home.

From so much work

Our dad is mean.

Sometimes it happens like this:

Our dad

Takes a job

And he sits over it all night.

Morning dad

Tea swallows

And he runs to the service with her.

On October 18, 1941, Sergei's father died from a fragment of a German mine. He was buried on the fifth day at the German cemetery. Among the hundreds of people with German surnames buried there now lay a man with a Russian surname.

The deaths didn't end there. Every day there were more and more of them. Sergei saw how people he knew and did not know die. This was the horror of war.

What all the same different people the war brought together. Sergey had never looked at people like that before. They were different, and he always accepted them as they were. But it was during the war that Sergey thought that different people are different human qualities inside each person. No people are entirely good or entirely bad. In every person there is both good and bad, and everything. And it depends on the person himself, if he is a person and knows how to manage himself, what qualities prevail in him ...

In 1945, Baruzdin took part in the capture of Berlin, and it was there that he especially felt homesickness for his homeland. He said: “Perhaps none of us need to say these words aloud now. Neither to me, nor to all the others who came a thousand miles from their native places to Berlin. These words are in our hearts, or rather, they are not even words. It's a feeling of home".

During the Great Patriotic War, S. Baruzdin was on the fronts: near Leningrad, in the Baltic states, in the Second Belorussian, in the Far East (in Mukden, Harbin, Port Arthur).

“Of all my awards, the medal “For the Defense of Moscow” is one of my most expensive,” Sergey Alekseevich admitted. - And more medals "For the capture of Berlin" and "For the liberation of Prague." They are my biography and geography of the war years.”

In 1958 Baruzdin graduated from the Gorky Literary Institute.

Sergei created military books: the novel "Repetition of the Passed", "The Tale of Women", the story "Of course" and the novel "Noon", which, alas, remained unfinished.

Everyone remembers the smart, kind, funny Baruzda works for childhood and youth:"Ravi and Shashi", "How Chickens Learned to Swim", "Moose in the Theater"and many others. More than two hundred children's and adult books of poetry and prose with a total circulation of over 90 million copies in 69 languages!

Since 1966 Sergey Alekseevich V headed the all-Union magazine "Friendship of Peoples". Thanks to the energy, will, and courage of the editor-in-chief, the magazine has always carried words of high artistic truth to its readers from its pages.

On March 4, 1991, Sergei Alekseevich Baruzdin passed away. The writer's books are reprinted and read today.

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Here it turned out that we again met with Sergei Alekseevich. He became a student of the Literary Institute named after Alexei Maksimovich Gorky. And I studied at that creative training group-seminar where I was the leader. But this was no longer a small pioneer-student Seryozha, but an interesting, skillfully and in his own way working writer, beloved by our children. And I recall with pleasure the solemn day when the writer Sergei Barustin, having completed the entire training course of the institute very well, was released by us from the walls into great literature.

Sergey Baruzdin can equally well compose poems, novels, books for both children and adults. For example, he recently published a very interesting novel, Replaying the Past. In this book, Baruzdin very sincerely and sincerely spoke about his peers, with whom he went through the difficult war years. When you grow up, and then you yourself will read books written by Baruzdin "for the big ones."

Well, as for the poems, stories, stories written by him for you, the youngest readers, you probably already know a lot. I will not retell them here now, because for this reason they are collected in this book, you could read them yourself, if not all of them have read before. Or if you want to once again enjoy meeting with the cute baby elephants Ravi and Shashi, who came to us from India. And see how our Snowball got to India. And learn how chickens learned to swim. And read aloud to each other or to yourself about how your peers enter life, step by step. And how Alyoshka from our house lives. And who is studying today. And to see again or for the first time to meet the cunning Handsome. And also with Svetlana, who has already become big ...

No, I won’t tell you anything about all these verses and stories in advance! Who among you cannot read himself, let him ask others to read it aloud to him. And who is already literate and knows how to handle a book, he will open it, read everything himself and say thank you from the bottom of his heart to his older friend, a good writer Sergei Alekseevich Baruzdin.

HER NAME IS A YELLOW

And I know. You are Alexandra Feodorovna's grandson.

How do you know?

Looks like. Oh, how similar! Is it true! Why have you never been here before?

Lenka could have expected anything, but not this. They said he looked like his father. This is true, perhaps. Well, mother. May be. Partially. But so that he, the boy, looked like a grandmother! It's incredible. Lenka even blushed.

And why, I ask, did not come earlier? - she did not let up.

Why didn't he come here earlier? How to tell her! Maybe it's not good that he's never been here with his grandmother. But somehow everything was simple, and he did not come. I went to pioneer camps. For two shifts. And last year, three. And before? .. Previously, Lenka was in kindergarten. Funny, maybe? Probably ... With a kindergarten and went out of town ... Only he almost did not remember this ...

Grandma used to visit us every year. That's why he didn't come, - Lenka muttered. And I thought to myself: “Well, girl! ..”

It was in the pre-war thirty-ninth, when Lenka first got into Seryozhki. They met in a general store, where Lenka went to buy salt.

Her name was Elka. Sometimes affectionately - Herringbone. But Lenka did not dare to do so.

In Moscow, he was a guy like a guy, but here he gave in to her. When I jumped off the roof of a three-story house two years ago, I was not afraid. He broke his leg, heel bone, - he endured. Before, at school (in the second grade, it seems, he studied) he rode on the railing, fell into a flight of stairs, knocked out all his teeth - he was silent, did not whimper. And quite a long time ago, before school, I climbed into the barbed wire. My father had to cut it open with scissors to get Lenka out, but he didn't move his eyes. He clenched his teeth, and then even boasted. Lenka was never afraid of teachers at school or older children. And here…

Christmas tree, Christmas tree, Christmas tree-stick. Funny, maybe? Maybe…

Why is your name Elka? he once asked.

In fact, there were a lot of unexpected names in those years. Industry, for example, Electrification, Wil, Rabkrin, Stalin, Collectivization ...

In Lenka's class, there was even one Prolya, and in full - the Proletarian Revolution. When he grows up, Petrovich will have a proletarian revolution!

But he never met Elka.

And Earrings - isn't it funny? she blurted out. - Why is our village called Earrings? That's what you don't know!

Lenka was taken aback: he did not know.

And how was he to know! He didn’t seem to hear the name “Earrings”. I knew that my grandmother lives somewhere in the village, that there is a river nearby. It's called Nara. And the earrings...

For example, all the Spanish cities and provinces where the Republicans fought the Francoists - Madrid, Toledo, Valencia, Guadalajara, Asturias, Catalonia - he knew. I knew all the border guard heroes, starting with Karatsupa. And all the Stakhanovites and pilots who made long-distance non-stop flights to the Far East and America, not to mention the Chelyuskinites and Papaninites. Not only by last name, but also by first name and patronymic. Footballers "Torpedo", "Spartak" - too. Even there are various foreign representatives in the League of Nations. All heights near Lake Khasan: Nameless, Black, Bogomolnaya, Zaozernaya, Machine Gun Hill, Mezhdurozhnaya…

What about Earrings! They did not write about Earrings in the newspapers. And he didn’t have to write letters to his grandmother in Earrings.

In the summer, my grandmother, it’s true, sometimes visited them in Moscow, and sometimes in winter, by Christmas, or rather, by the New Year, she came!

You think it's because of the birch earrings? Elka continued. - Well, no, although we have a lot of birches around. It's just that the landowner lived here alone, in our school, only before the revolution it was. So, they say, eccentric ... He called all his children Earrings. And he had only boys and were born. Six children, and all boys! So it happened - Earrings! .. So dad explained to me. And mother. Here!

Interesting! - Lenka could not stand it, really amazed by the unexpected discovery.

But I thought of something else. "Dad mom". That's funny! Elka is thirteen years old, not a little one, but she speaks like a little one. Lenka would never have been able to say: “mom”, “dad”. Well, it’s better: “mom”, “dad” ... Or “mother”, “father”, when you talk about parents with children.

And yet why she, squat, stocky, not like either a Christmas tree or a stick (it was rather Lyonka in her eyes, a stick), is called Elka, I did not understand.

Lenka was almost a head taller than the Christmas tree. But it turned out it didn't mean anything. He was shy in front of her, blushed, as before the elder. Where did Moscow's self-confidence go? Perhaps because she chatted incessantly? And did you argue? And knew more than him? But there was a classmate and, if we talk about age, two months younger than Lenka.

What about Elka? She smiled, and her long, burnt eyelashes moved like furry caterpillars. - Mom used to call it that. She is Russian with me ... So it happened - Elka! Everyone is used to...

Why Russian? - Lenka did not understand. - And what else?

My dad is Estonian. Only Russified, - explained Elka. - If you want, call Anka or Anya. That's also possible. Only in fact my name is Enda, through the "e" reverse. This in Russian means "one's own" ... Here!

It seemed to Lenka that she was an ordinary village girl. Walks barefoot. Face with freckles. Burnt hair and frizzy braids. Even the eyes are round, large and, immediately clear, not blue, not gray, not brown, but burned out, pale. And a faded dress above the knees, not like those worn by city girls. And suddenly ... dad is an Estonian. Enda - "one's own".

So you are a foreigner? - Lenka was completely surprised.

He never saw living foreigners. Except for the Spaniards, and even then the children who came to their school for a pioneer gathering. There were many of them at that time in Moscow. But the Spaniards almost did not understand Russian, and Lenka, like all the guys, understood only one thing from their words: “But pasaran! "They won't get through!" This is about the Nazis, of course ...

What a foreigner I am, when I do not know the Estonian language and have never been to Estonia! Elka said. - I know "tere", and that's it! "Hello" means. Here…

Christmas tree, Christmas tree, Anka, Enda, "his own" ... Lenka could not immediately comprehend all these wisdoms. At thirteen years old and next to such a girl is difficult.

I'd rather just call you Elka," he muttered. - OK?

And me something that! she said cheerfully. - Whatever is more convenient, just call. - And then she added: - Will you go to the cinema with me? "Seven brave". In the club in the evening they turn ...

Certainly. Why won't I go!