Lev Nikolaevich Knyazev. Virtual book exhibition - L

Lev Nikolaevich Knyazev was born on April 12, 1926 in Kirov. After graduating from school, he came to Vladivostok, with which his entire future life was connected. Since 1941, he began sailing as a sailor on the ships of the Far Eastern Shipping Company, participated in flights to deliver military cargo from America, and in the Kuril landing operation of 1945.

In 1947, L. Knyazev entered the Far Eastern Higher Marine Engineering School. After graduating in 1953, he worked at the Nakhodka shipyard, then at MTS. In those years, the future writer first felt a craving for literary creativity and began to try his hand at journalism. Soon the former sailor becomes a professional journalist, working in newspapers, radio, and television. For the first time as a writer, L. Knyazev announced himself in the 60s, publishing a documentary story about Baptists “Stolen Years” (1961) and the story “Why are you here?” (1963) about the problems of youth.

In the image of the young hero of the story “Why are you here?” The main character traits characteristic of the best characters in L. Knyazev’s prose have already been stated: responsibility and businesslikeness, high demands on oneself and others, the desire for truth, readiness to join the fight for its triumph. It was with this story that the gallery of images of Soviet sailors created by the writer began. Among them, images of captains stand out - strong and integral personalities (“Sixteen Point Turn”, 1969; “Sea Protest”, 1982; “Captain’s Hour”, 1986). The maritime theme is one of the central ones in the writer’s work, but the theme of the civil war occupies no less place in his books. It was reflected in the romance “The Last Retreat” (1982) and the stories “Raid of the Doomed” (1976), “A Last Measure: The Tale of the Chekists” (1972), which document the events of the heroic struggle of coastal partisans with the White Guards and interventionists, the difficulties the first years of the establishment of Soviet power in Primorye.

L. N. Knyazev - Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR (1985), holder of the Order of the Patriotic War, 2nd degree and "Badge of Honor", awarded with medals.

WORKS OF L.N. KNYAZEV

Selected publications and reviews of them

Stolen Years: Document. story. - Vladivostok: Primor. book publishing house, 1961. - 84 p.

Why are you here?; [People on the trail: Stories]. - Vladivostok: Primor. book publishing house, 1963. - 132 p.: ill.

Rec.: Krivshenko S. On the choice of a hero: (The power of affirmation) // Dal. East. - 1963. - No. 4. - P. 175–181; Guk G. [Review]//Kras, banner. - 1973. - August 25

Sixteen point turn: A Tale. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1969. - 182 p.: ill.

Rec.: Krasnov G. Does a person need much?//Ural. - 1968. - No. 10. - P. 156–161.

Last resort: Tales of security officers. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1972. - 255 p. - (Far Eastern heroic narratives).

Rec.: Chaparov M. The Tale of the Chekists // Dal. East. - 1973. - No. 7. - P. 138–139.

Ships are heading to San Francisco: Travel Stories. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1974. - 120 p.: ill.

Rec.: Chernov V. Flights to America//Dal. East. - 1974. -No. 9.- P. 153–154.

Raid of the Doomed; Last resort: [Tales]. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1976. - 368 pp.: ill. (Regional title: Volleys in the taiga). Rec.: Uspensky Vl.//Lit. review. - 1977. - No. 6. - P. 48–49.

Time to Love: A Novel. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1977. - 240 p. - (Far Eastern novel).

Rec.: Krivshenko S. Awakening kindness // Dal. East. - 1977. - No. 10. - P. 143–146.

Hidden circumstances: Novels and stories. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1978. - 336 p.: ill.

Rec.: Kazarin V.//Dal. East. - 1979. - No. 8. - P. 149–150; Kharchev V. Captain Klyuev and others...//Mor. fleet. - 1981. - No. 1. - P. 71.

Sea Protest: A Novel. - M.: Sovremennik, 1982. - 240 p. - (New items from Sovremennik).

Same. - Artist. lit., 1984. - 64 p. - (Roman-gaz. No. 22).

Rec.: Kuklis G. Reliability//Lit. Russia. - 1979. - November 16. - P. 9; Krivshenko S. The World and the House of Captain Anisimov // Kras. banner. - 1985. - March 29; Yakovlev S. This “simple” sea life... // Marine fleet. - 1985. - No. 5. - P. 70–73.

Last digression: Novel. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1982. - 304 p.

Captain's Hour: Novel, novellas, stories. - Vladivostok: Dalnevost. book publishing house, 1986. - 603 pp.; portrait

Same. - M.: Sov writer, 1988. - 416 p.

From publications in periodicals and collections

Wolf Pass: A Tale // Far from the Quiet... 1969: Lit. Sat. - Vladivostok, 1969. - P. 7-49.

Walking along Fesco: Travel notes//Dal. East. - 1975. - No. 10. - P. 96-110; No. 11. - pp. 111–124.

Ice; In banana-lemon Singapore: [Stories]//Dal. East. - 1975. - No. 2. - P. 90-103.

Emergency; Around the world...: Stories//Dal. East. - 1977. - No. 5. - P. 92-107.

First step: Story//Sib. lights. - 1978. - No. 11. - P. 66–70.

Four different words; Russian cap: Stories//Literary Vladivostok. - Vladivostok, 1978. - pp. 248–254.

Long voyage to the Mississippi: Essay//Literary Vladivostok: Lit. - artist Sat. - Vladivostok, 1980. pp. 185–206.

The distance is no stranger: to Roman/Our contemporary. - 1982. - No. 8. - P. 20–79; No. 9. - pp. 25–92.

Primary education: Novel//Dal. East. - 1982. - No. 3. - P. 3-82; No. 4. - P. 73-107.

From Moscow - in peace!: [Essay on meetings with the American D. Higginbotham] // Pacific Surf: Lit. - artist Sat. - Vladivostok, 1985. - pp. 161–170.

Brontosaurus syndrome: A story//Dal. East. - 1985. - No. 10. - P. 76–93.

Have time!: [Notes for young writers]//Literary Vladivostok: Lit. - artist Sat. - Vladivostok, 1987. - pp. 3–7.

Higginbotham D. Fast train - Russia/Per. from English by L. Knyazeva // Dal. East. - 1981. - No. 7. - P. 65-106.

LITERATURE ABOUT LIFE AND CREATIVITY

L. N. Knyazev: [Crat. biogr. reference]//Tarapin G. Published by Far Eastern Books. - Vladivostok, 1981. - pp. 16–17.

Krivshenko S. Characters tempered by the sea: //Kras. banner. - 1986. - April 12.

Lev Knyazev is 60 years old // Dal. East. - 1986. - No. 4. - P. 158.

Kharchev V. Marine character: [On the work of L. Knyazev]// Knyazev L, Captain's Hour: Novel, stories, stories. - Vladivostok, 1986. - P. 5-16: portrait.

Shubina M. Lev Knyazev: “Start today...”: //Pacific. Komsomol member - 1986. - April 12.

Feeling of indomitable fear, hallucinations. Moreover, everyone saw almost the same thing, with minor variations: a pillar of fire, a ray falling from the sky, a flame spreading across the horizon. And all this gave rise to horror, a desire to run, to abandon the ship. Hallucinations rarely coincide between different people.

The XO took a drag on his cigarette.

These are not hallucinations. Do you know how the mechanic Bauer explained this phenomenon? Here, in this area of the ocean, magnetic storms occur quite often. He had seen something like this more than once. The crew on the ship is a mixed crew, the people are mostly superstitious. There was simply a coincidence in the timing of the poisoning and the storm. Panic ensued. By the way, he also believes that fish poisoning occurred, and the “burning” sea had nothing to do with it.

Klenkin brought a rocket launcher. The smoke trail from the rocket traced an arc. A retaliatory missile took off from the Solza.

The first mate turned the radio dials and picked up the microphone:

I am "Dutch", I am "Dutch". How do you hear? Reception.

Who? - the captain asked creakingly.

It's my fault, Ivan Stepanovich.

Are you even alive there?

Alive. The ship is fine. The mechanic is trying to start the auxiliary engine. The doctor will report the rest,” the first mate handed the microphone to Klenkin.

Can you hear me, doctor?

Five points. The crew suffered from fish poisoning. We do everything necessary. Twelve patients, three of them severe. Two died. Five could not be found. Presumably, they escaped from the ship on a lifeboat.

Do you need help?

For now we'll make do on our own.

So, there is no complete certainty? Reception.

Let's wait. You need to send a radio to the nearest port. All victims require hospitalization.

Good. Pass the microphone to the first mate.

I'm listening, Ivan Stepanovich.

The captain could be heard clearing his throat.

First mate, what are your suggestions? Will the trawler have to be towed?

Tow. There is no other way out. Nearest port is Maputo?

Yes. Be careful there. Listen to the doctor. Do you need anything?

Trykov wants some cognac.

Well, if you're joking, that means it's normal. Good. Get ready to take the tow.

Night. Klenkin and Trykov are sitting in the second navigator’s cabin.

The air conditioner hums monotonously. Muhamed is on duty in the infirmary. If necessary, he will call. The first mate is in the control room, at the helm. Later he will be replaced by Trykov.

The second navigator's cabin is next to the captain's cabin. Monotonous snoring can be heard through the bulkhead.

Here he is, tramp. He probably has bottles in his safe. While we were tumbling, he sucked another one.

You should get some sleep, Semyon. Coming soon to watch. And I will go to the sick.

You'll fall asleep here, damn it. I keep thinking, where did this ciguatera come from? After all, they ate ordinary perch. Commercial fish. Everyone eats it. And we ate.

That's the difficulty. Commercial fish eat poisonous plankton and algae, and the poison accumulates in the liver of the fish.

Y-yes, why does plankton suddenly become poisonous, honest mother?

The ecology is being disrupted. All kinds of waste are dumped into the ocean, garbage, containers with radioactive substances.

Look, the root has been eaten, it turns out that we are spoiling ourselves. - Trykov sighed. - Now, then, let's go to Maputo. With this move, it will take about a day to stomp. Will the captain be asleep by morning?

He'll sleep it off if he doesn't start over.

He drank out of fright. Doctor, have you been to Maputo?

Beautiful city. There is a museum there. Stuffed animals, birds, reptiles. Yes, everything is done as in nature. A lion fights with a buffalo. A boa constrictor is eating a rabbit. And they'll turn on the lighting, turn on the tape recorder - it's a jungle. It's creepy. Be sure to go.

Maputo... Maputo is a day away, and anything can happen. But the main thing is that he figured it out and helped the victims. But the case is unusual.

Listening to the hum of the air conditioner, Klenkin thought that he had experienced the same feeling of satisfaction there, by the forest lake, when he and Robert Krumins eliminated the outbreak of water fever.

Where is Robert now? In the north? In Leningrad? He went to sea, and their correspondence ended.

Trykov turned on the transistor. Through the hissing, crackling and howling of the airwaves a melodic chiming of chimes broke through.

On the opposite side of the planet, an ancient clock mechanism worked, and viscous, bronze-born strikes, bending around the earth's circumference, now sounded here, thousands of miles from Moscow, in the middle of an alarming tropical night.

Knyazev Lev Nikolaevich born in 1926. He graduated from the Higher Naval Engineering School and worked on transport ships as a sailor and mechanic. Member of the USSR Writers' Union. Author of the books “Sixteen Point Turn”, “Hidden Circumstances”, “Sea Protest”, “Captain’s Hour” and many others.

L. KNYAZEV

SATANIC FLIGHT

Tale

The port tug barked three times into the darkness, warning that it was backing up, and immediately an ice porridge bubbled up behind its stern; the tousled hemp cable suddenly pulled tight and splashed with water, and the massive, shabby carcass of the Polezhaev steamship reluctantly separated from the pier. It was a windy November night in 1945, smoke from the ship's chimneys spread in acrid streams over the Golden Horn Bay. The sailors huddled around the gun barbette at the stern, tapping their boots on the steel deck. The second navigator put a “foul mouth” to his mouth and shouted towards the bridge:

It's clear astern!

“I’m giving way,” the captain’s calm voice responded, and the stern trembled slightly as the propeller began to spin. Hot embers of city lights slowly floated along the black slope of the shore, barely noticeable in the night. The steamer, guided by the pull of the rope, turned ponderously in a cramped space.

Aminov, stay to release the tug. The rest should warm up,” the navigator ordered. The guys hurried to the middle superstructure. Seaman First Class Nikolai Aminov handed the navigator a crisp wrapper pack of Wings cigarettes.

Light up, Leonid Sergeich, the remnants of American luxury. “We’re sick of this salt,” he grumbled like an old man, striking a match. - Who the hell needs it in such quantities?

Kolyma needs it. - The navigator brought his face with a long cigarette clutched between his lips to the flame, securely hidden in the sailor’s spacious palms. - I see you don’t really want to go on a flight? Look, you already have a bride in Vladik?

No, Leonid Sergeich, I left this matter for later. What are my years?

You're right, Kolya, eighteen years old is not an age. But come on, do you still have dreams at night? Confess? I was just like you. Exactly? - Puffing out fragrant smoke, the navigator laughed. - Look how big you got on government grub.

Okay, Sergeich,” Nikolai blushed in the darkness. He was a head taller than the navigator, his paint-stained padded jacket barely met his broad chest, and the sleeves did not cover his thick, weather-beaten wrists.

Kolya Aminov came to the ship in the summer of forty-two, a feather-light fifteen-year-old cabin boy with a direction from the personnel department and at the bottom of a homemade plywood suitcase hidden his mother’s letter, where she reported that his father, Askhat Aminov, the driver of the T-34 tank, heroically died in battles near Luga. His mother tearfully asked him to be careful in the distant ocean side, not to interfere with others in vain, and, most importantly, to quickly return to his native place, where his two little sisters Laysan and Zulfiya were waiting for him. Kolya would sometimes take the letter out of the locker without witnesses and talk to his mother. Afterwards, triangular envelopes came from her with additional notes under the page in the children's handwriting of Laysan and Zulfiya, they brought letters in batches after each flight, and the whole family was with Nikolai, in the double cabin of the Polezhaev.

In that first year at sea, all Kolya Aminov achieved was that he became more or less comfortable, became stronger on sailor rations, began to distinguish between knuckles and bollards and grommets from pillars, and was already glad that he became one of his own on the deck; but later, when he worked hard in the boatswain's crew, he learned to stand reliably on the rudder and winches, take off to his regular place in a matter of seconds on combat alerts, when he saw with his own eyes how the steamer was broken in the flames of an explosion and steel beams torn from their sockets tumbled up to the sky and how, one after another, the sailors thrown overboard disappear from the surface of the ocean, how the lines of Oerlikon bursts converge on the belly of the enemy torpedo bomber and, flaring up, it crashes with its wing into the sea strewn with debris, when these long war years passed, the cabin boy turned into a tall guardsman from those with who captains are considered to be and who allows themselves to talk almost on equal terms with commanders.

"And yet the sea
will remain the sea.
And we will never
Can't live without seas..."

/From a sea song/

The famous Russian writer - Far Easterner, journalist, Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR, laureate of the Russian Writers' Prize, Lev Nikolaevich Knyazev, turned seventy-five years old in April 2001!

How long ago have we celebrated his 70th birthday, wished him new books, good luck, health: Our years fly by - health does not increase with age. But the sea spirit is strong, “there is still gunpowder in the flasks,” as Gogol used to say. And over these years, and over the entire path traveled - “no one can take away the path we have traveled” - with its glory, dramas, destinies - a lot has been done over these years by our hero of the day. As the poet said, “going out onto the road, the soul looked back: “Which road?” Well, the easiest way is for the road of the new century and the new millennium - for our common road, and for our own road. Every day - and all our lives - we are on the road, on our own road, and every day we make a choice: And he, this choice, depends on how you came into contact with people's life, what you absorbed from this people's life, whether you drank from springs of national life of living water: Looking back at what has passed, what can we see in the work of our hero of the day?

It is clear that in the person of Lev Knyazev we today honor a talented writer who has actively worked and is working for the benefit of Russian literature.

It is clear that all of it came out of the contradictory past, our twentieth century, from the century that was destined to be called Soviet. No matter how we spin it, and no matter how the frantic adherents of “perestroika” bully our brains, in this century the main word was said by the Russian people, more fully - by the Russian people - here is the harsh October, which turned the world to the problems of social justice, and the sacrificial-tragic years of collectivization, here is the Great Patriotic War - the greatest and bloodiest war on earth, in which our people, our state became the main force that stopped the invasion of the fascist plague on the whole world, on all humanity: Here are cosmic heights: the birthday of our hero of the day converges Happy Cosmonautics Day. Yes, the 20th century is also the century of continuation of the traditions of great Russian literature: We are contemporaries of the great writers of the 20th century - from Sholokhov to Shukshin:

We are part of the Russian Writers' Union. Even if not at the first level, this is clear, but at his own, quite professional level, our hero of the day said a word about our life. And the achievements of Russian literature in the Far Eastern region of Russia can no longer be imagined without the books of Lev Knyazev.

Lev Nikolaevich Knyazev was born in the ancient Russian city of Vyatka on April 12, 1926 in a family of students at a pedagogical institute. My father studied at the Faculty of Physics and Mathematics, my mother at the Faculty of Chemistry and Soil Sciences. Young, having just escaped from the village, from poor village huts, they were subject to the ideas of their time and were convinced party members of the first post-October call: they joined the Communist Party in the first year of Soviet power: Activists, Leninists: So it was:

Having received a profession, young teachers went to look for a happy life, their pier. These were the half-starved years of the “great turning point”, which passed through the destinies of many compatriots like a whirlwind. Wherever the children had to study, they studied, both at school and at universities, and the family was large and growing, Lev was the second, and there were six children in total, and not all survived... He studied in Sretensk and in Chita, and Ulan-Ude, and Barguzin, and Aldan. And he finished his ten-year education in 1941 at the Solovyovsky mine in the Amur region. The elder brother went to the front, and Lev, who was not sixteen at that time, entered the Far Eastern Pedagogical Institute in Vladivostok, the ship-mechanical department.

War was raging in the west, older friends were leaving for the front, and then the decision came - after a year of studying at the institute: “We have to leave here, we have to! They won’t take us to the front because of our age: We have to go swimming: There’s also our own front: Then, After the war, you won’t be ashamed to look your comrades in the eyes: I went to the navy. He began sailing on the ships of the Far Eastern Shipping Company and stayed on the seas from 1943 to 1946. What kind of voyages these were - we are reminded by the names of the lost ships on the monument in the city center near the Golden Horn... They went to America, delivered cargo under Lend-Lease, under wartime agreements. No less memorable is the landing of our soldiers on the Kuril Islands... This is described in his novel “Primary Education”, where the prototype of the main character, Alexei Krasnoperov, is the author himself. In the book “I started at DVPI” (1999), L. Knyazev will also write about the autobiographical nature of the image of the main character of “Primary Education”. The events of those August days when the Japanese were defeated in the Kuril Islands and “the enemy’s guns were already silent” are described here. Our sailors saw with their own eyes what fortifications they had to take, heard how foreman Vilkov and sailor Ilyichev, hundreds and thousands of Soviet soldiers died: Severe youth - sailor youth: “Whoever has not been to sea has never seen grief.”

This is how the sea roads of the young man born on the shores of Vyatka were determined. In 1953 he graduated from the Vladivostok Higher Naval School and received a diploma in mechanical engineering. He worked at a shipyard in Nakhodka, responded to the call of the Komsomol to help improve agriculture - he was a mechanic at the Evgenievskaya MTS in Spassk. And then journalism called. In 1956, with one or two notes in the youth newspaper "Tikhofiky Komsomolets" - after an invitation made by the editor of the newspaper of those years, G.P. Sorokin, became attached to the journalistic field for a long time. There was a manager department of agriculture, executive secretary of the Komsomol newspaper, then its editor-in-chief (1966 - 1968), worked as editor-in-chief of political broadcasting of the regional radio television committee, staff correspondent of the newspaper "Water Transport"

By that time, his first artistic and documentary works had been published on the pages of newspapers: fortunately, at that time the youth newspaper widely published poems, essays, stories, even novellas. In 1973, Lev Knyazev was admitted to the Writers' Union - by that time he had published several stories. And in the same year he was elected secretary of the writers' organization, having worked in this post for many years (1978-1986, 1989-1990, 1996-1999).

The creativity of L. Knyazev develops, as if absorbing various life materials, along three main problem-thematic lines: the sea and the fate of the sea, the test of man by the sea elements; the second theme is historical and revolutionary, works about the civil war in Primorye; the third is the theme of travel, trips, which resulted in an essay form.

In 1963, the anthology “The Pacific Ocean” published the story “Why are you here?”, where the writer approaches the main theme - man and the sea, baptism by the sea. The social and moral problems of a man of sea destiny are reflected in the stories of different years: “Sixteen Point Turn”, “The Last Drop”, “The Face of the Abyss” as well as in the novels “Sea Protest” and “Captain’s Hour”. The literary and public recognition of the novel "Sea Protest", in our opinion, was expressed in its publication in the most popular popular series "Roman-Newspaper".

Marine novels by L. Knyazev have become a noticeable phenomenon in our domestic marine painting. His heroes - the sailor Genka Lavrukhin, and the captains from various works - Klyuev, Anisimov, Vadim Gretsky - feel like people of a great maritime power; they are characterized by reliability, moral fortitude, and love of life. And the more acute is the thought of indifference to human destinies, of the callousness of officials of various stripes and levels towards the people of the sea, of the right of every sailor to care for him, to happiness. And it is no coincidence that one of the novels is called “Sea Protest” - everything in it is intensified and presented psychologically convincingly. Choice, love, duty, honor, dishonor - these categories in the works of L. Knyazev are not abstract, which is why in many ways they (the books) are attractive.

The stories “Wolf Pass” (1969), “Last Measure” (1972), “Raid of the Doomed” (1976), and the novel “Dal is Not a Stranger” (1982) are devoted to the theme of the civil war in the Far East. There is a clear passion for the adventure plot, sometimes to the detriment of the depth of psychological development of the image, monosyllabic solutions to the tragic collisions of the civil war. Among the works of this thematic line, the novel “Dal is Not a Stranger” (in a separate edition called “The Last Retreat”) stands out, which gives colorful touches to the hero of the civil war, Gabriel Shevchenko, who was repressed in the thirties. Adjacent to this series of works is the story “Killed on the Place,” where the writer seeks to take a fresh look at the events and persons of the tragic history of the Civil War.

Adjacent to the maritime theme are the autobiographical stories “Primary Education”, “Line”, “From Places Not So Distant” In the fate and traits of the main character Alexei Krasnoperov, in various circumstances of his life, right up to the offensively unfair, meanly cruel condemnation in his youth , immediately after returning from a combat mission, a landing, the features of the fate of its author are recognized, and, at the same time, this is not a documentary work, but a hero - an artistic image.

In the 80s and 90s, L. Knyazev wrote a series of action-packed stories that revealed the cruelty of the revolution, civil war, worship of the cult of personality, and the cruelty of the totalitarian system that devalued the life of man and the people. This story is “The Face of the Abyss”, “The Age of Freedom Not to Be Seen”, “Satanic Voyage”, “The Line of No Return”. These works, with their appeal to the material of the recent past, journalistic nudity, are also addressed to today, with its moral and spiritual losses, with its different types of impoverishment, with the drama of modern Russia. After all, in any extreme situations it depends on the person: what kind of person should he be? What choice should I make? Should I cross the line or not? After all, there is a moral line, having crossed which a person cannot return back and regain humanity! And this applies to any person, an artist - and in one of the stories there is an artist - it also applies: how actively does he take the side of good? How does his word resonate in the reader’s soul? In the days of people's troubles, were you able not to find yourself on the sidelines, not to end up in the chorus of changelings, an indifferent, indifferent person, were you able to resist evil in at least some way? Or did he encourage him - this is evil with his evasive word or his silence!? Let us remember the truly writerly: “I can’t remain silent!” How can you not think about this today? About our common life, about what is “done at home” in front of all of us?!

In 1999, L. Knyazev’s book “Sadness Forever” was published - a unique response to the events of the time. It contains twelve stories and one essay about a trip to America. The stories are painful, bitter, the plots are sad, sad. A person dies and no one comes to help: They insult another - and there is one nameless defender:. They slander the third and chop "chips" from him: Sadness to the point of melancholy, as the author writes. And yet it is not the energy of “despondency” (despondency is a sin!), not “depressing sadness” that drives the author’s pen. And that feeling that makes you wake up and look around “you.” As people say: “Smart people are colored by sadness, but fools are always cheerful people.” The writer’s word is measured today by the power of alarming seriousness, the power of concern for the future of the country: That’s why we talk about this at the now fashionable fireworks presentations and at strict anniversaries. We are waiting for new serious stories from the author: they come from life, from life.

The books “Ships Going to San Francisco”, “Walking along Fesco”, “Call of the Ocean”, etc. can be called travel essays. The author sees foreign countries through the eyes of a benevolent person, distinguishing between good and bad. As a translator, L. Knyazev is known for his translation the most interesting book by the American writer D. Higginbotham "Fast Train - Russia". The essay “The Sober City of Salk Lake City” introduces the reader to Leonid Sergeevich Polev, the great-nephew of the famous writers of Pushkin’s era, the brothers N.A. and K.A. Field ones. In 1990, the book “Literary Criticism” was published in Leningrad - so the Fields are not forgotten in our country. An essay about a trip to America with his wife, about the hospitality of the L.S. family. Polevoy wrote warmly, with a feeling of spiritual gratitude for the invitation:

::.How can we not remember the awards on this anniversary, although the best reward for a writer is always books and the love of readers for them. But let us also remind you about the awards: he is our most awarded writer of the Primorsky branch of the Union of Writers of Russia. To the point - and honor.

L.N. Knyazev - Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR (1985), awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 2nd class, the Badge of Honor, the medals "For Victory over Japan", "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War", the Lenin Medal (1970), " For participation in convoy flights." Laureate of the Russian Writers' Prize (1990), Laureate of the. V. Pikul - famous Russian writer and marine painter. And, of course, he is always at the center of public life: for many years he has been a member of the presidium of the Primorsky branch of the Peace Foundation, a member of the editorial board of the Far East magazine. From his first books and to this day, he has been doing a lot of work with young people, either in the literary association “Stroke” or individually. Many, many writers owe their attention to him

And many students today will congratulate Lev Nikolaevich Knyazev on his birthday and wish him new success in the field of creativity and in life in general. The main thing is health! The rest will follow: Health and success, may there be new books, new good luck, - our friend and comrade, writer - sailor!

S. F. KRIVSHENKO, member of the Writers' Union of Russia, professor at Far Eastern State University
Doctor of Philology.
April 2001

L. N. Knyazev - Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR (1985), holder of the Order of the Patriotic War, 2nd degree and "Badge of Honor", awarded with medals.

WORKS OF L.N. KNYAZEV

Selected publications and reviews of them