Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev short biography for children. Blog archive "VO! circle of books"

G.Ya. Snegirev is a classic of children's literature, the author of 150 books published with a circulation of 50 million in the Soviet Union, Japan, France, Germany, America and other countries. Children learn from the stories of G. Snegirev in primers, anthologies and textbooks. His writing language is compared with the language of L. Tolstoy's children's stories and is put on a par with M. Prishvin, E. Charushin, B. Zhitkov.

Gennady Snegirev was born in Moscow on March 20, 1933. I didn’t know my father, my parents divorced, my mother worked as a librarian at the locomotive depot of the October Railway. From childhood, the boy learned what need and hunger were. He dreamed of traveling to distant lands.

When the war began, G. Snegirev with his mother, grandmother and grandfather left for evacuation to the Volga steppes. Returning to Moscow, he studied at school, then at a vocational school.

At the age of 13, the future writer began working as a preparator's student at the Department of Ichthyology at Moscow University. Here they studied the life of fish, and Gena Snegirev plunged into the interests of biologists. At that time, world-famous scientists taught at the Faculty of Biology: N.N. Plavilshchikov, A.N. Druzhinin, P.Yu. Schmidt and others. The teenager learned a lot from them...

G. Snegirev became especially attached to Vladimir Dmitrievich Lebedev, who replaced his father. Lebedev, later a professor, had just returned from the war. Together with V.D. Lebedev Gennady went to Lake Peipsi. They lived on an island, watched fish, and went out fishing with fishermen at night.

Soon G. Snegirev became an employee of the laboratory for fish diseases at the Institute of Marine Fisheries and Oceanography. He treated fish for rubella, fungi and other diseases, and even bred the Far Eastern shrimp Limneus in an aquarium for the first time.

At the age of 17, G. Snegirev went to work as a trapper at the zoo center. Despite a serious illness that tied him to a hospital bed for a whole year, he decided to go ice swimming. Together with the ichthyological team, Gennady set off on the expedition ship “Vityaz” from Vladivostok through the ice-free Songara Strait in the Pacific Ocean to the shores of Chukotka. The expedition studied deep-sea fish of the Okhotsk and Bering seas. The young explorer returned from the expedition healthy. Now he was interested in beavers: for a whole year he caught these animals in the swamps of Belarus and transported them in freight cars for acclimatization to a tributary of the Irtysh, the Nazim River. I observed how they settled and lived, and later described these animals in cycle of stories “The Beaver Hut”, “The Beaver Watchman”, “The Beaver”. Then, with a geological expedition, G. Snegirev went to the Central Sayans, to Tuva. In 1964, he set off on a trip with Lebedev on a lifeboat, without a motor, under sail, without food supplies, with only salt, sugar, a spinning rod for fishing and a carbine for hunting. Over the course of two summers, the travelers completed an experimental survival voyage along the Siberian Lena River. They not only survived, but also studied the environmental changes in the Yakut taiga and the Lena River. Later, G. Snegirev wrote a book about this journey "On the Cold River"

There were many more trips: to the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea... There were many professions - Snegirev drove reindeer with the reindeer herders of Chukotka, worked as a huntsman in the reserve of Southern Turkmenistan - but none of them became a matter of life, just like observations of the animal world did not result in scientific works, as predicted by colleagues from the university.

Gennady Snegirev’s life’s work was books, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades in the sports section. His friend, the poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio, where they were immediately picked up and broadcast. At this time, the editors of “Detgiz” were looking for new interesting writers, and on the radio they were advised to pay attention to Gennady Snegirev.

His first book is "Inhabited Island"- about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean was published in 1954. G. Snegirev's stories are not similar to each other, although they are united by a common theme and style of presentation. He has lyrical sketches, detailed poetic descriptions of the nature, habits and life of animals. Their main meaning is that, following the author, readers learn to see. In the story "Mendume" There is a chapter called “I am learning to see,” which tells how, following the hunter, the Tuvan Mendume, the hero of the story wandered through the taiga. Before that, he had almost never met animals; Mendume taught him to peer intently into the taiga and understand the meaning of what was revealed to an attentive gaze.

G. Snegirev writes about nature and animals, but his stories are densely populated with people. The reader is not left alone with the forest and field for a moment - he is guided by the lyrical hero of the story. Short stories by Gennady Yakovlevich are called prose poems. Moreover, the relationship between poetry and prose is not external, but internal, concluded in the poetic acceptance of the world. In Snegirev's stories and tales, the taiga and tundra, desert and ocean are shown with amazed and interested eyes. The heroes of his works are reindeer herders, hunters, fishermen, and their children, all of whom work taking care of animals ( "Grisha", "Pinagor"). Snegirev also has funny humorous stories about animals ( "Whaling Bear", "Mikhail").

The illustrator of many of G. Snegirev’s books is the artist M. Miturich, they traveled together. Their best book is "Wonderful boat." The collection takes its name from the story of the same name. This work is programmatic, and especially important for the author - it is not for nothing that the entire publication was named that way. And for readers it is interesting because in it it is easiest to discern the author’s position, to guess his artistic principle: a fabulous, poetic perception of the world combined with scientific accuracy in the depiction of nature and animal life.

Bibliography

Snegirev, G.Ya. Beaver Hut / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist E. Charushin. – M.: Detgiz, 1958. – 16 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. In different parts / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist N. Ustinov. – M.: Malysh, 1981. – 96 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. Octopus House / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist M. Miturich. – M.: Malysh, 1972. – 26 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. Favorites / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist N. Charushin. – M.: Children's literature, 1986. – 335 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. How color protects animals / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist V. Fedotov. – M.: Malysh, 1978. – 20 p. : ill. - (Whychkin’s books).
Snegirev, G.Ya. On the Cold River: stories and tales / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist N. Charushin. – M.: Children's literature, 1984. – 270 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. The first sun / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist T. Kapustina. – M.: Malysh, 1987. – 79 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. Stories for children / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist M. Miturich. – M.: Soviet Russia, 1970. – 189 p. : ill.
Snegirev, G.Ya. Wonderful boat: stories / Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev; artist M. Miturich. – M.: Children's literature, 1977. – 223 p. : ill.

Questions about the bookG. Snegireva “Beasts of our forests.”

To the lesson of surprise.

Raccoon dog.

Where does a raccoon dog live? (In burrows. Likes to occupy other people's burrows - old badgers and foxes)
How does a raccoon meet winter? (Sleeping until it gets warmer)

Beaver.

Where is the entrance to the beaver's hut? (Under the water)

Bear.

How do people talk about the bear? (A bear is like a person, only there is no gun!”)

Lynx.

How does a lynx hunt? (It hides on a branch near a watering hole or animal trail. Seeing the victim, it jumps, grabs the neck and gnaws it to death. Then it buries the victim, and comes to eat at night).

Wolf.

What is the name of the strongest wolf in a pack? (Leader)

Tiger.

Do tigers live in Russia? (They live in the Far East - Khabarovsk, Primorsky territories. They are called Ussuri tigers. These are the largest tigers)

Elk.

How does a moose protect itself? (Horns and sharp hooves)

Squirrel.

Where is a squirrel in severe frost? (Sleeping in a hollow)

Chipmunk.

1.What do people call a chipmunk? (Ground squirrel)

Hare.

Name the hare's enemies. (People, wolves, foxes, birds of prey)
How does a hare protect itself from birds of prey? (The hare falls to the ground and fights back with its hind legs)

Compiled by: Kochina T.N.

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Traveling with G. Ya. Snegirev’s books across Russia.

For preschoolers and 1st grade children.

Guys! Today I will introduce you to the books of G. Ya Snegirev and his life, since it is impossible not to admire brave, courageous people. The lives of these people should become an example of courage for others.(Slide 1. Portrait of a writer)

Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev was born on March 20, 1933 in Moscow. My father died, and my mother worked as a librarian. The boy experienced poverty from childhood, and therefore, after graduating from elementary school, he went to study at a vocational school. Trade schools provided a profession and, therefore, a job. But at the age of 13 he dropped out of school and started working. He worked at the department of ichthyology (Ichthyology - the science of fish) at the university. Here he met Professor V.D. Lebedev, who replaced his father. Together with the professor, Gennady went to excavations on Lake Peipus, where fish-eating peoples lived in ancient times; at the university, he and Lebedev treated fish.

Gennady grew up as a fragile, thin boy, and life forced him to defend himself, so he enrolled in the boxing section. He even excels in boxing. Becomes the champion of Moscow among junior flyweights.

Sports activities, early work, malnutrition affected my health, and doctors determined heart disease and rest, rest and spending as much time in bed as possible. The young man spent a whole year in bed rest and decided that only cold and new impressions could cure him. In the winter of 1951-52, he went on an expedition from Vladivostok to Chukotka. The purpose of the expedition is to study the life of deep-sea fish in the Okhotsk and Bering Seas. Look at the map guys. (Slide 2 Map of Russia)

I must say that Snegirev returned from the expedition healthy. A now solve the riddle.

Build houses on the river

Animals, not people.

That's how the animals are!

They don't dig holes

But they are building dams.

They are all dressed in fur coats.

The tool is not a saw - teeth.

That's right, guys, these are beavers. Very useful animals. But they can live in many places, and, for example, in Siberia, people exterminated these animals. But there were a lot of beavers in the swamps of Belarus. Belarus was then part of our country, the Soviet Union. For a whole year, Snegirev watched the beavers, caught them and transported them in freight cars to Siberia, and again watched the animals as they got used to their new life. Later he would describe these animals in stories“Beaver Hut”, “Beaver Watchman”, “Beaver”

And again the young man goes on a trip. Now his colleagues are geologists. And the path lies to the Republic of Tuva, which is located in the Sayan Mountains.(Slide 3. Map of Tuva)We will also read about this region in the book by G. Ya. Snegirev, which is called"Blue Tuva".

In the mid-60s, together with Professor Lebedev, Gennady Yakovlevich went on an extraordinary journey. Today we would say – Extreme. On a lifeboat, without a motor, under sail, without a supply of food (only salt and sugar), with a spinning rod and a carbine, it was necessary to navigate the Siberian Lena River. From the headwaters to the mouth.(Slide 4. Lena River).The task of the expedition is not only to survive, but also scientifically - to study the ecology of the Yakut River - Lena. A book was written about this"On the Cold River"

Where has Snegirev been in his life? (Here you have a boy with fragile health and a heart defect). He was in the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea, Lake Teletskoye (Altai Mountains), Buryatia, Chukotka. He worked in the Voronezh and Lankaran nature reserves. He can safely be called a traveler. Scientists. I had to change a lot of professions, but none of them became the main profession of life. Writing books became my life's work. It might be interesting to know how this happened.

At first, Snegirev read his stories to friends. Among them was the famous poetess Veronika Tushnova. She sent the stories to the radio, where they were immediately broadcast.

At the same time, a children's publishing house was looking for new names, and the radio drew attention to Snegirev. The writer’s first book is “Inhabited Island” about animals of the Pacific Ocean.

This is how a new writer appeared - Gennady Snegirev, who could write a story, a novella, and an essay.

A total of 150 books have been written. Circulation – 5o million. His books are known in Japan, France, Germany, America, Italy, Poland. Gennady Yakovlevich's stories were included in many primers and textbooks.

Let’s finish the conversation about the writer’s work with this riddle.

Walks slowly, sedately,

In a black tailcoat, of course,

What kind of important gentleman is this?

Strange bird - (Penguin)

Guys, where do penguins live? That's right, at the South Pole, or in Antarctica. This is where else the writer has been. Let's listen to his stories "Penguin Beach" and "Goodbye"

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Snegirev Gennady Yakovlevich.

20. 03.1933 – 14.01.2004.

Born: March 20, 1933, Moscow Died: January 14, 2004, Moscow Biography Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev - Muscovite, born March 20, 1933. His father died in Stalin’s camps, his mother worked as a librarian at the locomotive depot of the October Railway. From childhood, the boy learned what need and hunger were. After elementary school, he studied at a vocational school (there were educational institutions at that time where teenagers were taught blue-collar professions). But I didn’t have to finish vocational school either: I had to earn a living. At the age of thirteen, the future writer began working as a preparator's student at the Department of Ichthyology at Moscow University. And here he met a man who replaced his father - the scientist Vladimir Dmitrievich Lebedev. Together - teacher and student - they treated fish, made excavations on Lake Peipsi, the site of the fish-eating tribes of the Quaternary period, studied fish bones and scales (it turns out that by scales, like by cutting a tree, you can determine how old a fish is). One day, in the absence of the teacher, the student for the first time bred a Far Eastern shrimp and an Amur goby fish in an aquarium. Here, at the university, G. Snegirev began boxing (boys need to be able to stand up for themselves), and although he was thin, if not skinny, of small stature, he became the champion of Moscow among youth flyweights. But, apparently, malnutrition and heavy physical exertion took their toll - at the age of sixteen he was diagnosed with a heart defect. The doctors said to lie down. He lay there for a year, then he decided: it was better to go on an ice voyage, where few people went, and set off with an ichthyological team on the expedition ship “Vityaz” in the winter of 1951/52 from Vladivostok through the ice-free Songara Strait in the Pacific Ocean to the shores of Chukotka. The expedition studied deep-sea fish of the Okhotsk and Bering seas. The young explorer returned from the expedition healthy. Now he was interested in beavers. For a whole year he caught these amazing animals in the remote swamps of Belarus and transported them in freight cars for acclimatization to the Irtysh tributary, the Nazim River. I observed how they settled and lived, and later described them in a series of stories “The Beaver Hut”, “The Beaver Watchman”, “The Little Beaver”. And when he saw the results of his work, he went on a geological expedition to the Central Sayan Mountains, to Tuva. In 1964, together with his teacher, now Professor Lebedev, Snegirev set off on an extraordinary expedition - on a lifeboat, without a motor, under sail, without food supplies, with only salt, sugar, a spinning rod for fishing and a carbine for hunting . Over the course of two summers, the travelers completed an experimental survival voyage along the Siberian Lena River, starting from the upper reaches and ending with the delta in the north of the Arctic. The experimenters not only survived, but also studied environmental changes in the Yakut taiga and the Lena River. The book “On the Cold River” was later written about this journey. Then there were many more trips: to the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea, Lake Teletskoye of the Altai Mountains, to Buryatia, Lenkoran and Voronezh reserves, and there were many professions: Snegirev drove reindeer with the reindeer herders of Chukotka, worked as a huntsman in the Kopetdag reserve of Southern Turkmenistan - but none of them became a matter of life, just as observations of the animal world did not result in scientific works, which colleagues from the university predicted. Books became the work of life, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades in the sports section. An acquaintance, poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio. There they were immediately taken and put on the air. At the same time, editors from Detgiz were looking for new interesting writers, and they were advised to pay attention to G. Snegirev on the radio. His first book, “The Inhabited Island,” about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean, was published in 1954. Since then, there have been many books in different genres—stories, novellas, essays—that have enjoyed continued success and have been republished many times, because these books are amazing, filled with surprise and admiration for what they saw on numerous travels... Bibliography Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev, writer, classic of children's literature, author of 150 books published in fifty million copies - in the Soviet Union and Russia, in Japan and France, in Germany and America, in Italy and Poland, here and there. Children learn from his stories, published in primers, anthologies and textbooks.

Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev is a Muscovite, born on March 20, 1933. His father died in Stalin’s camps, his mother worked as a librarian at the locomotive depot of the October Railway. From childhood, the boy learned what need and hunger were. After elementary school, he studied at a vocational school. But he didn’t have to finish a vocational school either: he had to earn a living. At the age of thirteen, the future writer began working as a preparator's student at the Department of Ichthyology at Moscow University. And here he met a man who replaced his father - the scientist Vladimir Dmitrievich Lebedev. Together - teacher and student - they treated fish, made excavations on Lake Peipus, at the place of residence of fish-eating tribes, studied fish bones and scales (it turns out that by scales, like by cutting a tree, you can determine how old a fish is). One day, in the absence of the teacher, the student for the first time bred a Far Eastern shrimp and an Amur goby fish in an aquarium.

Here, at the university, G. Snegirev began boxing (boys need to be able to stand up for themselves), and although he was thin, if not skinny, of small stature, he became the champion of Moscow among youth flyweights. But, apparently, malnutrition and heavy physical exertion took their toll - at the age of sixteen he was diagnosed with a heart defect. The doctors said to lie down. He lay there for a year, then he decided: it was better to go on an ice voyage, where few people went, and set off with an ichthyological detachment on the expedition ship “Vityaz” in the winter of 1951/52. The expedition studied deep-sea fish of the Okhotsk and Bering Seas. The young explorer returned from the expedition healthy. Now he was interested in beavers. For a whole year he caught these amazing animals in the remote swamps of Belarus. I observed how they settled and lived, and later described them in a series of stories “The Beaver Hut”, “The Beaver Watchman”, “The Little Beaver”. And when he saw the results of his work, he went on a geological expedition to the Central Sayan Mountains, to Tuva.

Then there were many more trips: to the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea, Lake Teletskoye of the Altai Mountains, to Buryatia, Lenkoran and Voronezh reserves, and there were many professions: Snegirev drove reindeer with the reindeer herders of Chukotka, worked as a huntsman in the Kopetdag reserve of Southern Turkmenistan - but none of them became the work of life. Books became the work of life, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades in the sports section. An acquaintance, poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio. There they were immediately taken and put on the air. His first book, “The Inhabited Island,” about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean, was published in 1954. Since then, there have been many books in different genres—stories, novellas, essays—that have enjoyed continued success and have been republished many times, because these books are amazing, filled with surprise and admiration for what they saw on numerous travels.... Then there were many more travels: to the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea, Lake Teletskoye of the Altai Mountains, to Buryatia, Lenkoran and Voronezh reserves, and there were many professions: Snegirev drove with reindeer herders of Chukotka deer, worked as a huntsman in the Kopetdag Nature Reserve in Southern Turkmenistan - but not one of them became his life’s work. Books became the work of life, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades in the sports section. An acquaintance, poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio. There they were immediately taken and put on the air. His first book, “The Inhabited Island,” about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean, was published in 1954. Since then, there have been many books in different genres—stories, novellas, essays—that have enjoyed continued success and have been republished many times, because these books are amazing, filled with surprise and admiration for what they saw on their numerous travels...

Hungry bears Hungry bears In the plague, Chodu's wife began to tell how a hungry man came at night. In the plague, Chodu's wife began to tell how a hungry bear came at night, stole a deer skin, tore it and ate it. The bear stole the deer skin, tore it and ate it. The skin was drying very close to the plague, and Chodu's wife was very scared. The skin was drying very close to the plague, and Chodu's wife was very scared, because the bear growled loudly and was not at all afraid of dogs. because the bear growled loudly and was not at all afraid of dogs. It's good that he didn't touch the deer. The bear was hungry, it’s very good that he didn’t touch the deer. The bear was hungry, very hungry! she said. hungry! she said. Chodu began to scold the chipmunks. Chodu began to scold the chipmunks. I didn’t understand anything: a hungry bear ate the skin, and the chipmunks were to blame. I didn’t understand anything: the hungry bear ate the skin, and the chipmunks were to blame. chipmunks. It turns out that few cedar cones ripened this year, and even those It turns out that few cedar cones ripened this year, and even those were brought down by the chipmunk. The chipmunks stuffed pine nuts into both cheeks and the chipmunk let them down. The chipmunks stuffed pine nuts into both cheeks and dragged them into their pantries. Each one contained ten kilograms of nuts, and these were taken to their pantries. Each contains ten kilograms of nuts, and the chipmunk has several such storage rooms. The bears will soon have to go to the chipmunk's closets several times for the winter. The bears will soon have to go to their den for the winter, but they haven’t accumulated fat; they roam the taiga hungry. den, but they haven’t accumulated fat, they wander around the taiga hungry. And again Chodu began to scold the chipmunks, and I found out what the chipmunk had done. And again Chodu began to scold the chipmunks, and I found out that the chipmunk had made provisions for himself for three years. And I also got angry at the greedy chipmunks for having enough supplies for three years. And I also got angry at the greedy chipmunks because they hoarded so many nuts and didn’t think about other animals. that they had stored so many nuts, but didn’t think about other animals.

NORTHERN DEER IN THE MOUNTAINS NORTHERN DEER IN THE MOUNTAINS We rode through the taiga on horseback for many days. Either they got stuck in the swamp, or they stumbled on rocks and fell. The horses had difficulty making their way through the thicket, and when we were crossing a mountain stream, the horse was knocked down by the current, and I almost drowned. And every time our guide, Tuvan Chodu, said: We would have been in the mountains by now on reindeer! And I wanted to see the deer as soon as possible: what kind of animals are these amazing animals that run through the swamp without a path and don’t get stuck and swim across rivers without stopping. We rode through the taiga on horseback for many days. Either they got stuck in the swamp, or they stumbled on rocks and fell. The horses had difficulty making their way through the thicket, and when we were crossing a mountain stream, the horse was knocked down by the current, and I almost drowned. And every time our guide, Tuvan Chodu, said: We would have been in the mountains by now on reindeer! And I wanted to see the deer as soon as possible: what kind of animals are these amazing animals that run through the swamp without a path and don’t get stuck and swim across rivers without stopping.

PENGUIN BEACH PENGUIN BEACH There is a small island near Antarctica on the African side. It is rocky and covered with ice. And ice floes float around in the cold ocean. There are steep cliffs everywhere, only in one place the shore is low - a penguin beach. From the ship we unloaded our things onto this beach. The penguins climbed out of the water and crowded around the boxes. They run around the bags, peck at them and scream loudly, talking to each other: they have never seen such amazing things! One penguin pecked at the bag, tilted his head to the side, stood there, thought, and said something loudly to the other penguin. Another penguin also pecked at the bag; They stood together, thought, looked at each other and shouted loudly: “Carr... Carr...” There is a small island near Antarctica on the African side. It is rocky and covered with ice. And ice floes float around in the cold ocean. There are steep cliffs everywhere, only in one place the shore is low - a penguin beach. From the ship we unloaded our things onto this beach. The penguins climbed out of the water and crowded around the boxes. They run around the bags, peck at them and scream loudly, talking to each other: they have never seen such amazing things! One penguin pecked at the bag, tilted his head to the side, stood there, thought, and said something loudly to the other penguin. Another penguin also pecked at the bag; they stood together, thought, looked at each other and shouted loudly: “Carr... Carr...”

Snegirev Gennady Yakovlevich (March 20, 1933, Moscow - January 14, 2004)
Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev is a Muscovite, born on March 20, 1933. His father died in Stalin’s camps, his mother worked as a librarian at the locomotive depot of the October Railway. From childhood, the boy learned what need and hunger were. After elementary school, he studied at a vocational school (there were educational institutions at that time where teenagers were taught blue-collar professions). But I didn’t have to finish vocational school either: I had to earn a living.
At the age of thirteen, the future writer began working as a preparator's student at the Department of Ichthyology at Moscow University. And here he met a man who replaced his father - the scientist Vladimir Dmitrievich Lebedev.
Together - teacher and student - they treated fish, made excavations on Lake Peipsi, the site of the fish-eating tribes of the Quaternary period, studied fish bones and scales (it turns out that by scales, like by cutting a tree, you can determine how old a fish is). One day, in the absence of the teacher, the student for the first time bred a Far Eastern shrimp and an Amur goby fish in an aquarium. Here, at the university, G. Snegirev began boxing (boys need to be able to stand up for themselves), and although he was thin, if not skinny, of small stature, he became the champion of Moscow among youth flyweights. But, apparently, malnutrition and heavy physical exertion took their toll - at the age of sixteen he was diagnosed with a heart defect. The doctors said to lie down. He lay there for a year, then he decided: it was better to go on an ice voyage, where few people went, and set off with an ichthyological team on the expedition ship “Vityaz” in the winter of 1951/52 from Vladivostok through the ice-free Songara Strait in the Pacific Ocean to the shores of Chukotka. The expedition studied deep-sea fish of the Okhotsk and Bering seas. The young explorer returned from the expedition healthy. Now he was interested in beavers. For a whole year he caught these amazing animals in the remote swamps of Belarus and transported them in freight cars for acclimatization to the Irtysh tributary, the Nazim River. I observed how they settled and lived, and later described them in a series of stories “The Beaver Hut”, “The Beaver Watchman”, “The Little Beaver”. And when he saw the results of his work, he went on a geological expedition to the Central Sayan Mountains, to Tuva.
In 1964, together with his teacher, now Professor Lebedev, Snegirev set off on an extraordinary expedition - on a lifeboat, without a motor, under sail, without food supplies, with only salt, sugar, a spinning rod for fishing and a carbine for hunting . Over the course of two summers, the travelers completed an experimental survival voyage along the Siberian Lena River, starting from the upper reaches and ending with the delta in the north of the Arctic. The experimenters not only survived, but also studied environmental changes in the Yakut taiga and the Lena River. The book “On the Cold River” was later written about this journey. Then there were many more trips: to the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, the White Sea, Lake Teletskoye of the Altai Mountains, to Buryatia, Lenkoran and Voronezh reserves, and there were many professions: Snegirev drove reindeer with the reindeer herders of Chukotka, worked as a huntsman in the Kopetdag reserve of Southern Turkmenistan - but none of them became a matter of life, just as observations of the animal world did not result in scientific works, which colleagues from the university predicted.
Books became the work of life, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades in the sports section. An acquaintance, poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio. There they were immediately taken and put on the air. At the same time, editors from Detgiz were looking for new interesting writers, and they were advised to pay attention to G. Snegirev on the radio.
His first book, “The Inhabited Island,” about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean, was published in 1954. Since then, there have been many books in different genres—stories, novellas, essays—that have enjoyed continued success and have been republished many times, because these books are amazing, filled with surprise and admiration for what they saw on their numerous travels...
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Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev is a wonderful Russian writer. He traveled a lot with all kinds of research expeditions - he was in Chukotka, in the Arctic, walked along the stormy and cold Sea of Okhotsk, plowed the Pacific Ocean, admired the beauty of the Altai Mountains and the Kuril Islands... Everything that he saw, that he experienced in these extraordinary travels, the writer captured in their stories and tales. His books are amazing, on their pages the author has a childlike spontaneity.

Gennady Yakovlevich Snegirev ,

writer, classic of children's literature, author of 150 books published in fifty million copies - in the Soviet Union and Russia, Japan and France, etc. Children learn from his stories, published in primers, anthologies and textbooks.

His father died in Stalin's camps, his mother worked as a librarian. From childhood, the boy learned what need and hunger were. After primary school, he studied at a vocational school, but did not have to finish: he had to earn a living.At thirteen The future writer begins to work as a student at the Department of Ichthyology at Moscow University. At the age of sixteen he was diagnosed with a heart defect. The doctors said to lie down. He lay there for a year, then he decided: it was better to go on an ice voyage and set off with an ichthyological team on the expedition ship “Vityaz” in the winter of 1951/52 from Vladivostok to the shores of Chukotka. The young explorer returned from the expedition healthy.

In 1964, together with Professor Lebedev, he set off on an extraordinary expedition - on a lifeboat, without a motor, under sail, without food supplies, with only salt, sugar, a spinning rod for fishing and a carbine for hunting. The experimenters not only survived, but also studied environmental changes in the Yakut taiga and the Lena River. The book “On the Cold River” was later written about this journey.

Then there were many more travels and there were many professions - but none of them became the work of life. Books, which were born from oral stories to friends and comrades, became the work of life. An acquaintance, poetess Veronika Tushnova, took the stories to the radio. There they were immediately taken and put on the air. At the same time, editors from Detgiz were looking for new interesting writers, and they were advised to pay attention to G. Snegirev on the radio.

in 1954. His first book was published - “Inhabited Island” - about the fauna of the Pacific Ocean. Since then there have been many books in different genres.

Died - January 14, 2004G.

Essays:
(1986) Picture book

(1976)

(1978) Story.

(1990)

(1980) Collection.
(1991)
(2002) Collection.

Wonderful boat. Stories.

Blue Tuva. Little stories.

Cunning Chipmunk

from the collection Wonderful boat.

I built myself a tent in the taiga. This is not a house or a forest hut, but simply long sticks folded together. There is bark on the sticks, and logs on the bark so that pieces of bark do not blow away in the wind.

I began to notice that someone was leaving pine nuts in the tent.

I couldn’t guess who was eating nuts in my chum without me. It even became scary.

But then one day a cold wind blew, drove up the clouds, and during the day it became completely dark.

I quickly climbed into the tent, but my place was already taken.

A chipmunk sits in the darkest corner. A chipmunk has a sack of nuts behind each cheek.

Thick cheeks, slitted eyes. He looks at me, afraid to spit out the nuts on the ground: he thinks that I will steal them.

The chipmunk endured it, endured it, and spat out all the nuts. And immediately his cheeks became thinner.

I counted seventeen nuts on the ground. The chipmunk was afraid at first, but then he saw that I was sitting calmly and began to stuff nuts into the cracks and under the logs.

When the chipmunk ran away, I looked - nuts were stuffed everywhere, large, yellow. Apparently, the chipmunk has built a storage room in my tent.

How cunning this chipmunk is! In the forest, squirrels and jays will steal all his nuts. And the chipmunk knows that not a single thieving jay will get into my tent, so he brought his supplies to me. And I was no longer surprised if I found nuts in the plague. I knew that a cunning chipmunk lived with me.

WONDERFUL BOAT

I was tired of living in the city, and in the spring I went to the village to visit a fisherman I knew, Mikhei. Mikheev's house stood on the very bank of the Severka River.

As soon as it was light, Micah set off on a boat to go fishing. There were huge pikes in Severka. They kept all the fish at bay: they came across roaches straight from the pike’s mouth - the scales on their sides were torn off, as if they had been scratched by a comb.

Every year Micah threatened to go to the city for pike lures, but he just couldn’t get it together.

But one day Micah returned from the river angry, without fish. He silently dragged the boat into the burdocks, told me not to let the neighbor’s kids in, and went to town to get some lures.

I sat by the window and watched a wagtail run around the boat.

Then the wagtail flew away and the neighbor's guys approached the boat: Vitya and his sister Tanya. Vitya examined the boat and began to drag it towards the water. Tanya sucked her finger and looked at Vitya. Vitya shouted at her, and together they pushed the boat into the water.

Then I left the house and said that it was impossible to take the boat.

Why? - Vitya asked.

I didn't know why.

Because,” I said, “this boat is wonderful!”

Tanya took her finger out of her mouth.

Why is she wonderful?

“We’ll just swim to the turn and back,” said Vitya.

It was a long way to the river turn, and while the guys swam back and forth, I kept coming up with something wonderful and surprising. An hour has passed. The guys came back, but I still couldn’t come up with anything.

Well, - Vitya asked, - why is she wonderful? A simple boat, it even ran aground once and is leaking!

Yes, why is she wonderful? - asked Tanya.

Didn't you notice anything? - I said, and I tried to quickly come up with something.

No, we didn’t notice anything,” Vitya said sarcastically.

Of course, nothing! - Tanya said angrily.

So, that means you didn’t notice anything? - I asked loudly, but I myself wanted to run away from the guys.

Vitya fell silent and began to remember. Tanya wrinkled her nose and also began to remember.

We saw traces of a heron in the sand,” Tanya said timidly.

We also saw how it was swimming, only its head was sticking out of the water,” said Vitya.

Then they remembered that the water buckwheat had bloomed, and they also saw a white water lily bud under the water. Vitya told how a flock of fry jumped out of the water to escape the pike. And Tanya caught a big snail, and there was also a small snail sitting on the snail...

Isn't all this wonderful? - I asked.

Vitya thought and said:

Wonderful!

Tanya laughed and shouted:

How wonderful!

BUTTERFLY IN THE SNOW

When I left the hut, I loaded the gun with small shot. I thought if I met a hazel grouse, I’d shoot it for lunch.

I walk quietly, trying so that the snow under my felt boots doesn’t creak. Around the tree they are covered with shaggy frost, like a beard.

I went out into the clearing and saw something black under the tree ahead.

I came closer - and this was a brown butterfly sitting on the snow.

There are snowdrifts all around, the frost is crackling - and suddenly a butterfly!

I hung the gun on my shoulder, took off my hat and began to approach even closer, I wanted to cover it with my hat.

And then the snow exploded under my feet - flutter-flutter!
- and three hazel grouse flew out.

While I was taking off the gun, they disappeared into the fir trees. All that was left of the hazel grouse were holes in the snow.

I walked around the forest, looked, but now you’ll find them.

They were hiding on the Christmas trees, sitting and laughing at me.

How did I mistake a hazel grouse for a butterfly?

It was this hazel grouse that poked its head out from under the snow to spy on me.

Next time I won’t catch butterflies in winter.