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Varavva Ivan Fedorovich - Kuban poet, laureate of literary awards, honorable Sir Krasnodar.
Ivan Fedorovich Varavva was born on February 5, 1925 in the Novobataisky farm of the Samara district of the Rostov region in a family of immigrants from the Kuban. Since 1932 he lived in Krasnodar Territory. His ancestors were registered Cossacks in the Zaporozhian Sich, brave pioneers of the Black Sea coast. From the school bench as a seventeen-year-old boy, he goes to the front to defend his native land from the Nazi invaders. He was wounded and seriously shell-shocked, but he reached Berlin as a winner. In 1942, his first poems appeared in the army press. Famous masters Alexander Tvardovsky and Vladimir Sosyura drew attention to the work of the beginning poet, who became his first teachers and mentors. at the Moscow Literary Institute. M. Gorky, the young poet also became friends with the folklorist V.M. Sidelnikov, who fascinated him for the rest of his life by collecting folk songs.
The Kuban was and remains both in life and in my poetry the only native land. Everything that is bright, joyful and great, and that tragic, difficult and harsh that was in my fate, I take for granted and give to the altar of poetry. Native Kuban with its natural beauty, strength and ancient history is little sung in literary works. With my song, I was lucky to be next to the first Cossack "bandurists" of the Kuban. For which I am grateful to fate.
Varavva Ivan Fyodorovich
In 1950 I.F. Barabbas graduated from the literary institute and returned to the Kuban, to the old Cossack village of Starominskaya. A year later, his first book of lyrics "Wind from the Kuban" was published. One after another, the collections “At the old cordons”, “Kuban summer”, “Stars in poplars”, “The girl and the sun”, “Golden bandura” and many others are published. Already in the first books, the influence on the work of I.F. Barabbas of the folk song that exists in the Kuban on the basis of the Russian and Ukrainian languages. Having become a journalist for a regional newspaper, he significantly expands his poetic geography, getting acquainted with the life of fellow countrymen in the most remote corners of the Cossack land. Studying at the Higher Script Courses in Moscow brings him closer to the outstanding Ukrainian director and screenwriter A.P. Dovzhenko. New books: "Fire of the Adonis", "Song of the Guide", "Cossack Way", "Falcon Steppe" - secure for him the glory of an unsurpassed singer of his native feather grass expanses, a broad Cossack soul.
A milestone in the work of Ivan Fedorovich was the folklore collection “Songs of the Cossacks of the Kuban”, published by the Krasnodar book publishing house in 1966. For the fact that the poet dared to include the Ukrainian national anthem “Ukraine has not died yet ...”, which existed in the Kuban as a popular folk song, the authorities subjected him to severe criticism. But the poet continues to work on the popularization of the folk word, after some time publishing an extensive collection of translations and poetic arrangements into Russian of the Black Sea (Ukrainian) folk songs "Cossack Bandura". The poet is increasingly creating his new works in the Black Sea dialect Ukrainian language, especially when referring to the Cossack antiquity. The largest of them is the comedy "A good house - but trouble in it", staged by the Krasnodar State Academic Drama Theater named after M. Gorky for the 70th anniversary of I.F. Varavva. This comedy, as well as lyrics written in the Old Kuban dialect, is included in the collection of his best selected works "Cossack Kobzar" (1997).
Music to texts by I.F. Barabbas wrote dozens of famous and amateur composers, including Alexandrov, Ponomarenko, Plotnichenko, Zakharchenko, Ponomarev, Volchenko. Songs to his words sounded in two feature films, hundreds of times performed by professional and amateur groups.
Ivan Fedorovich Varavva is a laureate of the A. Tvardovsky Literary Prize (1996), several Kuban literary prizes. Honorary citizen of Krasnodar (1995), honorary citizen of the Bulgarian city of Nessebar (1975), honorary collective farmer of the Sopka Geroev collective farm of the Crimean region (1979), people's poet of the Republic of Adygea (2000).
Awarded with orders Patriotic War II and I degrees (1944, 1984), Red Star (1970), "Badge of Honor" (1987), medals "For Courage" (1943), "For the Defense of the Caucasus" (1944), "For the Liberation of Warsaw" (1945) , "535 years Battle of Grunwald"(1945), "For the capture of Berlin" (1945), fifteen anniversary medals, the medal "Hero of Labor of the Kuban" (2005). In the past, he was a Deputy of the regional Council of Workers' Deputies of several convocations.
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Introduction.
Why do I love my country?
Why am I suffering with her?
And I catch her every breath
And swallow tears of bitterness?
V.A. Arkhipov.
Our mother Kuban is generous with talents. The native Kuban land brings us its extraordinary gifts. The truly national roots of the culture of the people, their identity are hidden in poems and songs. Generations change, but the need of the soul pours out in this work, as in the old days, when the song was always there: at home, at work in the field, on a military campaign, because it came from the deepest subconscious, from the deepest roots. There are many different poets in the Kuban, but they are related and united by love for their small homeland.
Relevance- work on this topic allowed me to realize myself as a part of my small Motherland, pride in my countrymen - Kuban and love for my Fatherland.
Target- Consider the theme of love for the motherland in the work of the Kuban poet.
Subject of study- The theme of the Motherland in the work of Ivan Barabbas.
Hypothesis- I hope that my work will help me learn more about the work of these poets and join cultural heritage Kuban.
Main tasks research:
Analyze the work of Ivan Barabbas and consider the theme of love for the motherland in their poetry.
Summarize the received data.
Methodology research:
She relied in her work on a personality-oriented scientific approach.
Used humanistic principles.
Methods research:
Empirical: the study of products of activity.
Method of critical analysis.
In my work, I used monographic and journalistic literature, poetry collections, research materials of a student and the Starominsk Folk Museum of Local Lore.
1.From the biography of Ivan Barabbas(see Appendix I Fig.1), (see Appendix II Fig.1) .
Kuban - Cossack land!
Native land! .. Your gardens and fields,
Chains of mountains, gray distance of the seas
If you were, and we will be alive
Your generosity and joy.
Kuban is a Cossack land, the cradle of his distant childhood. Through the distances and mountains I see its boundless wheaten steppes, seas and estuaries sparkling with blue silver, under a light ridge of clouds - mountains green with forests. Each poet on the map of the country has his own promised land, his only reserved land - the main source of creative inspiration. Such a land and source of inspiration for Ivan Varavva was and forever remained the Kuban. “Who will decorate my Kuban with a song if we don’t do it?”. The poet's love for this land is special. She is in his roots...
The ancestors of Ivan Barabbas were registered Cossacks from the Zaporozhian Sich, who moved to the Kuban as part of the Black Sea Cossack army. One of the representatives of the family - Colonel Barabbas - commanded a rowing flotilla. The second of the honored relatives - the educator Barabbas - was awarded the royal gold watch for exemplary service. The difficult fate of the family of Ivan Varavva in many respects has something in common with the fate of the entire Kuban Cossacks
Grandfather of Ivan Varavva, Nikita Savelyevich, in the past a Cossack of the Second Zaporizhzhya Regiment of the Kuban Cossack Army, in civil war, in the battles on the Manych River, was wounded and left for treatment in a hut with distant relatives in the Don settlement of Novobataiskaya. Having recovered, he did not return home to the Kuban, but moved his entire family to the Don. Here, in the then Novobatayskaya settlement, Ivan Varavva was born on February 5, 1925.
In the hungry years, relatives and the entire large family of Ivan Barabbas, in search of bread, work and a quiet life, dispersed across the Don and the North Caucasus. Leaving the deserted yard and the destitute hut, the father and mother, taking their young sons in their arms, on foot, and then on a creaky cart met along the road, went to their origins - to the Kuban.
In 1942, after graduating from school number 1 in the village of Starominskaya, Ivan Varavva went to the front. Participated in the Battle for the Caucasus. He was wounded and severely injured. After being cured, he returned to duty, liberated Warsaw, took Berlin. He left a poetic signature on the wall of the defeated Reichstag.
Eyewitnesses testify that during the breakthrough of the enemy Blue Line in the Kuban in 1943 in the area of heights near the village of Krymskaya, the front commander, General Petrov, who observed reconnaissance in battle through binoculars, personally presented all those who distinguished themselves with high government awards. Among these brave fighters was a very young Red Army soldier from the Cossack village of Starominskaya Ivan Varavva(See Appendix II, Figure 2).
The young poet reflected in his early work everything that happened around him, gave an assessment of the events. And there was a brutal war. Soviet soldiers liberated the wounded native land, saw the suffering of people who had endured fascist captivity, saw how these people immediately set about restoring everything that the war had destroyed. Barabbas wrote his first poems in the trenches for the divisional newspaper. Due to a lack of paper, he had to write on the reverse side of paper targets given to him by a thrifty foreman.(See Appendix III, Figure 1).
After demobilization from the ranks Soviet army Ivan Varavva, on the recommendation of the Union of Writers of Ukraine, enters the Moscow Literary Institute. Gorky at the Writers' Union of the USSR
The first poems of Ivan Barabbas were published in 1944 in the army press. In 1948, he met Alexander Tvardovsky, having read his poem “Near Breslau, beyond the Oder River” in response to “I was killed near Rzhev”. The poems of the young poet were also highly appreciated by the famous Ukrainian poet Volodymyr Sosiura. On their recommendation in 1950 with correspondence department Kyiv State University. Taras Shevchenko was transferred to the Literary Institute. He studied with Konstantin Vanshenkin, Evgeny Vinokurov, Sergei Orlov, Boris Balter. In 1951, Tvardovsky published a selection of his poems in Novy Mir. He graduated from the institute in 1953. In 1954, the first collection of his poems "Wind from the Kuban" was published. In the same year he was admitted to the Writers' Union of the USSR.(See Appendix III, Figure 2).
Resurrecting the history of heroic and human accomplishments, Ivan Varavva in one of his best works - "The Cossack Tale of the Motherland" - draws an expressive moral - psychological picture a Cossack - a worker and a warrior, courageously walking along the paths - the roads of history to the difficult peaks of the future.
There are more than thirty collections in the creative baggage of the poet. I.F. Barabbas left as a legacy to the young generation of Kuban not only his books, but also knowledge, experience, and devoted love for his native land. Who ever opened the door to the world of creativity of Ivan Varavva - a poet, soldier, citizen, will remain an enthusiastic admirer of his talent for life. Ivan Fedorovich Varavva died on April 13, 2005 at the age of 80.
2. Motherland in the poetry of I. Barabbas
A) "The hubbub of the Wild Field"
The name of the poet, folklorist, playwright Varavva I.F. firmly entered the Cossack spiritual culture and literature of the south of Russia, the completion of the formation of his work as a derivative of an outstanding and extraordinary personality falls in the second half of the twentieth century. I especially want to dwell on the nineties of the twentieth century. In the economic and cultural landslide devastation that has engulfed the country, in political and state strife, when it already seems that the modern literary field has been completely scorched by the drought of a sudden surging lack of spirituality “knocked out by the frost of the state-economic status”, it is not shameful to recall Belinsky’s statement about “joyfulness” the birth of talent. Such a birth was the work of I. F. Barabbas. “The hubbub of the wild field” is the name of the second book of his poems and poems, which is part of the collection of works conceived by the author.
The poem of the line-revelation attracts attention:
All that is alive, that I know and know,
What I got in the campaign and battle, -
To my native land
I give as a good inheritance.
In the idea of the title of the book "The hubbub of the wild field", translated from the "Old Kuban" "gomin" - a quiet murmur, a gentle calm complaint, a discreet confidential conversation. External effect is not needed here. As a symbol, the wild field communicates with man, and this is no less important: the inseparable connection of man - the creator with his native land. In the old days, the Wild Field was called the steppe territory, stretching between the Russian possessions and the outskirts of the Crimean Khanate. Its boundaries have not remained unchanged. This is also a lush virgin steppe, stretching from the Volga and the Dnieper to the Don and Zadon. And then it is the plain of the Kuban in green grass, thickets of zhinnik, and in dense reed floodplains that go to the sea shores, to the foothills of the Caucasus.
In the poetic works of Ivan Varavva, the Cossack Wild Field is a free space, a native freedom-loving land, covered with the feat of arms of the ancestors, adorned with hard peasant labor.
The distance twirled, twirled,
She swam with hooves ringing.
Skirmish like this did not dream
In the dawn chill of smoking.
But it's all because of the will-will.
Because of the temper of the dashing Cossacks ...
Let's walk through the wild field
Under the desperate clatter of horseshoes!
If you ask a Kuban Cossack: “What is dearer and dearer to him in the whole world?” - he will answer you: "Motherland and freedom!". And he will express these words with all the flesh of his earthly existence, with the breath of his genetic tree, with the whole heroic and tragic history of the Cossacks: “Motherland and freedom!”
The key point in the literary works of Barabbas, captured on the pages of the book, can be considered the poetic section "The Black Sea Steppe", where new poems about the Kuban land, plowman, sower, reaper are collected, ordered and supplemented. Here everything is in one: man and native land, field and sky, sun and bread. The voice from the old days of the Wild Field instills in the soul of a working man a feeling of joy, hope and expectation of great achievements.
B) "Wind from the Kuban"
In 1954, a collection of poems "Wind from the Kuban" was published in Moscow. He speaks about his native, blood in the collection. Every word is winged, as if to get through to the sky in a hurry! He knows about something important - about Cossack Russia - past and present. Violently, passionately. With reckless, selfless love, as soon as a Cossack is given to love his land:
The horse does not know
That the world is split by enmity
On white and red standards.
The horse's grass has always been green,
Above that grass - the sky is blue.
The water in the river is like the sky, endless.
And the night is black, the crow's wings,
And Cossack blood is red like poppies!
In the "green wing of summer" Motherland for the poet, "awakened in the spring", "awakening field". Through it - through this reserved field - the history of the Fatherland was carried by the "fiery wind".
The tragic fate of the ancestors - the Cossacks with a jagged blade entered the soul. characteristic feature The poetry of Barabbas in this collection is its high citizenship. In him, it is organically intertwined with sincere lyricism. Even in verses, where he makes an excursion into the event of ancient history from our time or the very recent past.
Wind, wind -
bad sky,
The feather-grass distance raged.
In the clouds the sun sways blindly,
And the fields are covered with sadness.
In the poem “Iron Russia”, the line “Wind, wind, unkind sky ...” passing by as a refrain draws attention. The poem is written exclusively with economical poetic means that correspond to the spirit of folk poetry.
According to the Russian, Cossack custom, having a Motherland means loving it.
The day is burning, dragonflies ringing.
I am the lord of metal and fire,
Fire... Into me!
Being a truly Russian poet, I. Varavva perceives Russia as a gift for great creativity. Initially, the poet was given a sense of his standing before the Motherland and the Heaven that created it; a feeling of calling to comprehend the extraordinary depth of this creative act; a sense of responsibility for the fate of their father's fields. “Some are irresponsibly looking for benefits and pleasures, others feel that they are coming to something higher and sacred” ... For someone, their home: mounds, temples are just civic attributes that make up the atmosphere of life, life. And for the poet of Russia they are the meaning of life, its innermost existential good. Understanding creativity not quantitatively, but qualitatively, like a spiritual fence, the poet is never afraid to repeat himself.
It would seem that all the same field. But no longer serenely dawn, but the Field of Trouble, the Field of Armor, which is Kulikovo. It absorbed both the cruelty of the battle (“The night trampled the wormwood, stooping over the cruelty of the battle”), and the misfortune of the Cossack split, and the tragedy of the end of former Russia. Poet's anticipation Higher beginning crowns the earthly images of his poetry with Heaven. The dynamics of transformation, reincarnation is so internally organic that it is hardly perceptible:
Rich land, Cossack land -
Fields and valleys...
Burlatskaya wanders in the tow…
Heck not fun.
Cossack Russia is a value for the poet. Once having pushed off from the "small" Motherland, the soul of the poet must overcome it and master the universe. I. Varavva's poetic refrain came from the Kuban. But " small homeland"did not shorten, did not truncate the poet, did not lock him up as if in hiding, his winged secret did not make him a "parochial". And the Kuban itself - small in scope - has never been small for Russia. Speaking about the Kuban - the land of the Cossacks, the poet has in mind something natural, strong. From the height of which he embraces the present day of the Fatherland. From his hereditary, civic positions, the Cossack poet is talking about the fate of all of Russia. He correlates two beginnings - Kuban and Russia - not as a particular with a general, but as a beginning and an end, or rather, a continuation of one and the same process.
The wind sways the oaks under the mountain,
The demon walks on the roof.
Russia, my Motherland - a song from the heart!
I can't look at you.
Strongly rooted in the Kuban with his ancestral roots, the poet prefers the unique color of the majestic Kuban River close to him, the blue-eyed Urup, the frothy-talkative Sosyka and Loba, the sweeping golden expanse of the Cossack region. Samples of the Kuban and Russia - the motherland in their present and historical past go through virtually all works, telling them what you can’t name otherwise than the feeling of a son - all love: My native land, the land of happy love, the land of fathers is my land. The feeling of an uninterrupted connection between generations and a deep attachment to the blood sources of life - this is the moral support, which therefore makes it possible to consistently and persistently strengthen the "secular thread" that connected fathers and children, to help contemporaries master the most important science - humanity.
The historical past, merging with the present, forms an integral image of the native land. The poet is looking for support in the past of his fatherland in order to more fully establish for himself a number of important patterns in his fate. The poet's latest works there are no poems - descriptions, he does not rush in pursuit of the catchy and bright, but seeks to comprehend the essence of the phenomenon, the origins of the "fusion of the very soul" of fellow countrymen. Even the simplest observations of the poet contain moral meaning and encourage reflection. Early morning in the field, his eye notices at the hushed steering combine, which, looking into the small “mirror circle”, diligently shaves before the “cherished departure”. The poet does not resort to a detailed characterization of the hero, but we feel both the “difficult simplicity” of the life he lived, and the restrained strength of the soul. The unpretentiousness of the poetic form, the ability to designate the character lyrical hero barely outlined metaphor, the psychological subtext of thoughts about life, homeland, people - the main features of the poetic talent of I. Barabbas. He not only hears folk speech, but also gives the reader the opportunity to feel its eloquence, multicolor, various sound and color shades. He has a special ability to feel the original word, which does not endure any exaggeration, but recognizes only the language of life: soft and juicy, figurative and melodious. In the "cherished" he put it this way:
I loved life, I did not know how to fake.
He sailed his difficult sail into the country,
Loved, dreamed, sang a steppe song
In battle, I did not spend gunpowder on the wind. - Krasnodar: Soviet Kuban, 1997.
I. Barabbas. The hubbub of the wild field: Poems and poems. - Krasnodar: Soviet Kuban, 2000.
K. Galas. "Fights under the village of Krymskaya", Art. Starominskaya. 2017..
V.V. Ohryzko.Russian writers. Modern era. — M. : Literary Russia, 2004.
V. Kanashkin. "Spring soul of the people" - Krasnodar: Prince. publishing house, 1976
Our "Cossack Pushkin"// Krasnodar News. — February 5, 2015.
K. Obraztsov. You are the Kuban, you are our Motherland! Hymn Krasnodar Territory. https://en.wikipedia.
A. Stompel. Don't look at the sky. Art. Starominskaya. 2008
Application
Pydyk Svetlana Ruslanovna
Krasnodar Territory st. Starominskaya
MBOU secondary school No. 1. 10 "A" class
THE THEME OF HOMELAND IN THE POETRY OF IVAN BARABAVA
Scientific adviser: Shtompel Galina Grigorievna
teacher of history and social studies MBOU secondary school №1
Annex I
Fig.1 photo by I. Barabbas with I. Mashbash and V.I. Likhonosov 1983
Appendix II
Fig.1 photo by I. Barabbas Fig. 2 My Village
Native land, beauty of the steppe,
Our village Starominskaya!
River reaches - gray wings
And the nightingale on that viburnum.
Cossack side,
Oh, grandfather's chicken!
Oh, a hat-cuban,
Yes, a forelock on one side!
My village, my lightning,
AT
garden girl, oh, enchantress!
Among the freedom of the native land
The village of Starominskaya lives.
Here our ancestors drove horses,
Countless enemies were beaten on the field.
My land, my spring,
Starominskaya - flower village!
In the heart there is no dearer than May,
What are you, the village of Starominskaya, Spilling ears of corn beyond the blue river,
And the nightingale on that viburnum!
Appendix II
Fig.1 V. Kanashkin
Rice. 2 V.V. Ohryzko.
Application IV
Fig.1 Konstantin Obraztsov.
Fig.2 Shtompel Anna.
State Treasury educational institution Krasnodar Territory "Novoleushkovskaya boarding school with vocational training»
Literature lesson
"Cossack poet of Russia"
(Life and work of I.F. Barabbas)
The work of a teacher of Russian language and literature
Starkova Natalia Alekseevna
The purpose of the lesson: acquaintance with the life and work of I. F. Barabbas
Lesson objectives:
educational:
to expand students' understanding of the work of I. F. Barabbas;
to teach the emotional perception of a poetic work;
developing:
develop oral speech students to enrich their vocabulary;
improve the culture of speech;
educational:
cultivate love for the native land;
contribute to the aesthetic education of schoolchildren through works of art, music, painting.
Equipment:
interactive board;
projector, laptop;
presentation;
collections of poems by I. F. Barabbas;
poet's book exhibition
During the classes.
Organizing time
Lesson topic message
Today in the lesson we will get acquainted with the life and work of our fellow countryman, from whose poems the tart smell of grasses and the steppe, the skin of the harness of Cossack horses and hot lead emanates, big love to life. His poetry is colored by the reflection of dawns and evening sunsets, which are so beautiful in the Kuban. It will be aboutIvan Fedorovich Varavva – Cossack poet of Russia.
Studying the topic of the lesson
Ivan Varavva was born on February 5, 1925 in the hut of the Rakov settlement on the Novobataysky farm near Rostov. His ancestors, registered Cossacks, moved to the Kuban from the Zaporozhian Sich. The noble Colonel Varavva commanded the rowing flotilla of the Cossacks, which sailed around the Kuban. The Illuminator Barabbas received a royal gold nominal watch for his service. Ivan Varavva's grandfather, Nikita Savelyevich, in the past a Cossack of the Second Zaporizhzhya Regiment of the Kuban Cossack Army, worked hard, got a good household, for which he was dispossessed during the period of collectivization. The farm was confiscated, grandfather was exiled to Solovki.
Students act out the scene
A man and a woman are standing on the road. A woman holds a child in her arms.
The male:
All our large family scattered around the Don and the North Caucasus in search of bread, work and a quiet life.
Woman (with anxiety):
Where are we going? Where will our children grow up?
The male:
We will not stay on the Don. We will go to our origins -to the Kuban!
They stopped in the village of Starominskaya. Here, on the banks of the quiet river Soshka, the childhood and youth of the future poet passed. Here he began to write his first poems, received his first diploma. Like many peers, Ivan was a romantic, a dreamer. But the war broke out. The country responded to German aggression with popular resistance. Young Barabbas did not stand aside either. He rushed to the front. In 1942, when the front line approached the Kuban, enemy planes flew over the village, the rumble of artillery guns was heard, a seventeen-year-old volunteer boy was enlisted as a Red Army soldier.
Don't be sad, dear, we'll be back soon,
It does not matter that the warrior is eighteen years old.
Dusty path, Motherland expanses,
Exploded dawn with weapon thunder!
Yesterday's schoolchildren had no idea what they would have to endure during these days, months, years ... Did they think, waving farewell to crying mothers, that many of them would never see this dear face, the earing grain field on the horizon, feel the gentle breath of the southern wind, inhale the smells of their native land?
Student reads a poem by I. Barabbas "Over the quiet Elbe"
Above the quiet Elbe
The fire burned out
Above the quiet Elbe
The Cossack was dying.
poor boy,
Cossack young -
In dense wheat
Head down...
He cast an eye
wind space,
And that Elba became
Kuban Laba.
(Trouble - smart, bold
Barabbas went a difficult way from the first village recaptured from the Nazis to Berlin. Fights, campaigns and transitions, wounds, death of friends…. Many tests fell on the lot of the young soldier.
Guys, why do you think Ivan Barabbas survived the war? What helped him survive?
Thought about native land, love for her helped Ivan survive.
Ivan Barabbas fought bravely. During the breakthrough of the enemy Blue Line in the Kuban in 1943, in the area of heights near the village of Krymskaya, the commander of the front, General Petrov, who observed the reconnaissance in force through binoculars, personally presented all those who distinguished themselves with high government awards. Among these brave fighters was a very young Red Army soldier from the Cossack village Ivan Varavva.
The day is burning, dragonflies ringing.
I am the lord of metal and fire.
Fire... Into me!
Since 1943, the poems of Barabbas began to appear regularly in the army press. All of them were imbued with a single mood - the will to win.
War is not only fighting and attacks, death and injury. War is also the daily life of a fighter, it is a strong soldier's friendship and, of course, love.
It's a pity to part with a sweetheart,
Heart toils in the chest.
Ivan knew how much grief, pain and misfortune the war brought to almost every family. Mothers, wives, sisters of soldiers who remained in the rear to wait for their relatives endured a lot of anxiety and suffering.
Student
reads a poem by I. Barabbas "On the outskirts of the village"
On the outskirts of the village
With a white head
The mother was waiting for her son from the war
And petrified.
Arrived in the village of the steppe
Gray-winged falcon.
Maples fought with their heads
Oh, the granite is tall.
The feather grass rolled down
From the sadness of a sailor.
Quiet from stone eyelashes
Tears rolled down.
And from the memory depths
A sigh came from my mother.
The son touched the stone -
The gray stone came to life.
On the outskirts of the village
With a white head
The mother was waiting for her son from the war
And petrified.
Without noticing it, Ivan Varavva becomes a soldier's poet.
In 1948, an event occurred in the life of I. Barabbas that determined for many years creative way. In Kyiv, he met with A. Tvardovsky, the author of the book "About a Fighter". Later, Barabbas enters the Literary Institute. In 1954, the first book of poetry was published. The author called it "Wind from the Kuban".I. Barabbas was offered a job in Moscow, but he returned to his native village.
All that is alive, that I know and know,
What I got in the campaign and in battle -
To my fatherland
I give as a good inheritance.
Today, the famous Kuban poet, front-line soldier Ivan Fedorovich Varavva celebrates his 80th birthday.
A participant in the defense of the "Blue Line" near Krymsk, eighteen-year-old Ivan Varavva was presented to the Order of the Red Star by the front commander, General Petrov. After the war, he was blessed by the wonderful poet Alexander Tvardovsky into great literature.
A great connoisseur of Kuban folklore, Ivan Fedorovich is the author of about thirty books of poetry, including "Wind from the Kuban", "Cossack Territory", "The Kubanushka River Runs" and, of course, "Cossack Kobzar", which includes more than four hundred lyrical works and poetic folk comedy "Good house, but trouble in it."
The poems of Ivan Barabbas have been published in our newspaper for half a century now. At one time he even worked in the "Soviet Kuban" - the predecessor of the "Free Kuban".
We congratulate Ivan Fedorovich on a wonderful anniversary, we wish him good health and new works about his native Kuban.
To your attention, dear readers, we offer a selection of his poems.
I will ride to the hills of Tsaregrad -
In the battle of epic tales and dreams,
From Taman...
From sea to sea -
Stitch trembles under the hooves.
An ancient idol, in a robber's gaze,
Tells me fate from the mound.
I'll walk through the Zapolny lands,
I'll spill enough beer and honey.
Over the Kuban with a reed roof -
I'll ruin my horse and myself! ..
To the horizon with a aimed peak,
Drunk from feather grass freedom -
Forgotten, lost, wild,
I will fall headlong into the mound.
Wolf shadows will dance, groan
Among grasses and dry life.
Not touched by their gray flock
Remove the head of oblivion ...
Before the idol I will become a stone
And I bow to him in the wind
For the fires of the Cossack camp,
For my ataman Russia.
magic stone
(Cossack story)
Danilo served at the cordon,
Silent, quiet bachelor.
And there was one good thing about it:
From nature, devout Cossack!
His horse, hot red color,
This Cossack was lucky
Survives marching misfortunes,
Good for Ataman under the saddle!
Damascus rare forging saber:
If you want, rot it back and forth.
Steel is not steel
What the hell is...
In a nutshell - a good gourda!
Her smooth surface is entwined with letters,
And on the bone handle -
Asterisk with sparkling edges
In the middle - a stone with greenery.
A horse and a saber is a rare art...
The stone in it pours magical fire -
Lapel from drunkenness and debauchery
And from the strength of the enemy withdrawal.
Hey Danilo! Where are you this stone
Got it, unclean hand?
- Accidentally traded for the Kuban
At Aisa, an abrek-kunak.
Feathers lie under the hooves,
The winds sing free songs.
The steppe, that the tablecloth is flat, is open -
The Cossacks give chase.
You won't take it!.. Don't try in vain...
- You won't leave now, motherfucker!
Behind the mounds are nimble Nogais
They began to give up in a frenzied race.
Closer, closer beveled faces,
Although the horses are just as good.
Fox-trimmed hats
Curved bows and knives.
Like kites in a whirlwind, larynx,
Horses are whipped with whips:
Then they will scatter their run over the Kuban,
Then they will gather back into the flock.
Here they threw prey at their feet, -
Life is dear to the villain!
Seagulls are swarming over the shore,
Whitewashing the wings of the shore.
You won't leave, you insidious brat! -
Danilo jumped ahead.
Threw away the harness reins,
Takes five saber.
The steppe sings... Silver checkers
Threw out a narrow scabbard.
Danila has the best go-ahead -
If you want, rot it back and forth!
I chose a stately Nogai in the boom:
He knocked off his hat, grabbed it by the floor.
The checker squealed subtly, plaiting,
And the blow - on the takeaway froze.
Did you give mahu? .. - Who cares!
Turned to the side...
She meekly looked into her eyes -
It turned out ... the woman is young!
The Cossacks went to the village,
A feather grass rustled across the steppe.
Something like this should happen:
Save someone else's life stone!
Oh, Danilo, pitiful Danilo!..
It seems to be a tested Cossack.
There is in the bone both courage and strength -
I don't have them in downcast eyes.
The Cossacks entered the village ...
Grandfather Nikita
(in memory of my grandfather Nikita Savelyevich Barabbas)
Here, in this overgrown cemetery,
My grandfather is buried a long time ago.
The wind ripples sadly across the steppe
From the day of the funeral.
Free Cossack, marked in the forms, -
Went to big things.
Life beckoned like a vile woman
And voluntarily passed.
Hunger, collective farm, zavirukha Civil
Yes, the Solovki Islands! ..
Terek and Don, and the Kuban valley
Were, like Mars, far away.
Godless cold, crackling frosts,
And at the bottom - heat,
- Hey you, rattling kulak seed,
- Coal come on-mountain! ..
There was a prisoner in the crush of timber industry,
The Cossack fell ill with his chest,
But he did not lose his freedom of thoughts:
Gathered strength into a fist.
Either he fled, under a jagged thorn
Throwing off the dungeon thief,
Or released by guards bribed
To die in the grain land? ..
Not emptying the sums of the prisoner,
The old one got out of hand
And, dying, soaked watermelon
In his hut he asked.
Grandfather was buried in a Christian way,
Quietly demolished to the grave,
Missed his "pharaohs"
AT northern ice Solovki.
I was calm, I was calm
He was hoisted into his chamber.
Where the chubar horses were unchained,
Where is his mound?..
Where is his cross, with the steepness of a cemetery,
Century-hewn cross?
Russia walks with a beggarly knapsack,
Looks for skins around.
Boyana's song
Resurrect, Boyan, and come to us from ancient centuries,
On the sonorous harp you put your thought! ..
Wrapped the hut with foliage grape lashes,
And the bird over the roof is tired of counting turns...
Our prophetic Boyan! You have been glorified since ancient times among the people,
Talan has not lost, crushing the strings of centuries.
And the sun rises, and again behind the darkness / sets;
And the fields turn yellow, and the rivers flow without you...
Play me, Boyan, forgotten ancient songs -
Sad songs, wedding calls of the earth.
Still in the Zapolye, still in the distant Polissya
Dawns are not painted, azure flowers did not bloom.
Immortal Boyan! Make me a battle melody
Where horses are saddled by squads, leaders and princes.
Let the Slavs sow their gold-bearing life,
And we can't stay in the grain fields with you.
Hey, you Russians, seat the harp at the table,
Pour a healthy cup of wine for Boyan;
And time will move a little in a bluish infusion,
Slavic song boundless to be born! ..
The Cossack steppe buried the sadness of Boyan,
And the seagull hovers, and the falcon circles over the field.
Who can tell in which reserved mound
Boyan's chain mail lies on a ringing harp?!
Ataman Rus
Before the idol I will become a stone
And I will bow to him in jura -
For the fires of the Cossack camp,
For my ataman Russia.
I will pray to the boundless field,
I bow to my great-great-grandfather
What was able for the Cossack will
In the Wild Field, bend the bowstring.
I will sit on a wind-maned horse,
Beating flint from horseshoes...
The victorious front-line soldier, who reached the Reichstag, the hero of labor of the Kuban and the poet Ivan Fedorovich Varrava, would have turned 90 on February 5. This date
The victorious front-line soldier, who reached the Reichstag, the hero of labor of the Kuban and the poet Ivan Fedorovich Varrava, would have turned 90 on February 5. This date was also dedicated to the creative evening in the Tuapse library named after. A.S. Pushkin. In Tuapse, the poems of Ivan Varrava sounded synchronously on the site cadet school and in the park of Chernobyl. Young people read them on the poet's birthday - a literary flash mob became one of the highlights of the year of literature.
He was called the ataman of the Kuban poets. And it’s hard to argue with this: born in the village of Novobataysk, Rostov Region, in a family of Cossack migrants from the Kuban, Ivan Varrava, as they say, absorbed love for his roots with his mother’s milk. And this love will become a real guiding star of all his work, the muse of Barrava's poetry.
Quite a boy, literally from the school bench in 1942, Ivan Varrava went to the front, to beat the Nazis, like thousands of Kuban Cossacks, who had replaced plowshares with swords in hard times. And I must say, the front roads brought the poet to our lands - Ivan Varrava took part in the Battle for the Caucasus, here he was seriously wounded, was shell-shocked. But can such "trifles" knock out a true Cossack, when the freedom and life of the native land are at stake? And Barrava continues his path of victory, being at the very forefront in the hottest and most terrible battles during the liberation of Warsaw and the capture of Berlin. Ivan Varrava left the Kuban, like hundreds of Ivans from all over Mother Russia, and his autograph on the defeated Reichstag.
And the war forever left its "autograph" in the heart of the poet. Therefore, along with bright lyrics, so reminiscent of the lines of Yesenin and Rubtsov, there are so many terrible verses in the poetic heritage of Barrava, in which young heroes die, where the earth burns, where there is blood, tears and pain. But this is the truth about the war that everyone needs to know. Especially now, when near the places where Ivan Barrava was born, explosions rumble, where children die and blood is shed.
That's because how interesting sometimes fate lays out its solitaire. Barabbas lived in Kyiv after the war, graduated in absentia from the Kyiv State University them. Taras Shevchenko. Could he then assume that one of the descendants of those who shed blood with him on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War would begin to revive fascism, fan the coals of hatred and enmity? However, history does not tolerate the subjunctive mood, no "if" ...
(Ivan Varrava, first from the right)
The first poems of Barrava were published even before the Victory, in 1944. And four years later, the poet met with Alexander Tvardovsky. Ivan read to the "father" Vasily Terkin his answer to the poems "I was killed near Rzhev" - "Near Breslau, beyond the Oder River." Tvardovsky highly appreciated the skill of the novice poet, his realism and the power of images. In 1951, Tvardovsky published a selection of Varrava's poems in Novy Mir, and three years later the first collection of poems by the ataman of the Kuban poets, Wind from the Kuban, was published. In the same year, Ivan Fedorovich was admitted to the Writers' Union of the USSR.
You begin to appreciate the gifts of fate at their true worth only after the passage of time. Now that creative meeting with the poet Ivan Varrava, organized for students of the philological faculty of the Kuban State University in the late 80s, I also call a gift of fate. Now I eagerly recall the details, and I feel great gratitude to our teacher of the department of Soviet literature and at that time the editor of the almanac "Kuban" Vitaly Alekseevich Kanashkin, the initiator of this meeting (in the 80s, Ivan Fedorovich was a member of the editorial board of the almanac "Kuban" and the public council literary-historical magazine "Rodnaya Kuban"). Then we learned a lot of interesting things about the life of Ivan Varrava, the raid of “impregnability and monumentality of a block of Soviet Kuban poetry” was removed. It turned out that Ivan Fedorovich graduated from screenwriting courses in Moscow, that he wrote the script for the film The Argonauts, that he even auditioned for the role of Afanasy Nikitin in the film Journey Beyond the Three Seas. And not everything was so smooth and refined in the work of Barrava. For example, he was severely criticized for the song “Shche y not vmerla Ukraine”, which was included in the collection “Songs of the Cossacks of Kuban”. But again, I want to use that very subjunctive mood: what would Barrabas write if he found recent history the same Ukraine?
In his poetry and drama, Varrava turned not only to the history of the Cossacks and the Kuban. The brave sons of the Caucasus, and the Russians of the times of Svyatoslav, and Balkan events. Everything was in these verses. In addition to lies and contradictions with the conscience of the poet himself, the ataman of the Kuban poets.
Ivan Varrava:
The foot soldiers were screaming
Shooting and singing
Batteries -
They looked into the misty haze.
Mortarmen -
Helmets were thrown under the feet,
Submachine gunners -
The bushes were combed with fire ...
Someone fought, was baptized,
And someone cursed
That this lot is heavy for him
Got it.
And the political instructor said
Wounded in the leg by a bullet:
We are on the border
Nazi Germany...
