The writer Sergei Voronin has a beautiful story. Sergei Voronin - on his own land

Sergei Alekseevich Voronin

Voronin Sergei Alekseevich (b. 06/30/1913), writer. Born in Lyubim, Yaroslavl region. in a peasant family. Graduated from a factory school. He was a turner, geologist, and journalist. In 1947 he published a book of short stories “Meetings”. The novel “On Our Land” (Books 1-2, 1948-52) and the story “Unnecessary Glory” (1955) are dedicated to the people of the collective farm village. Voronin is the author of the collections of stories “The House Opposite” (1954), “In the Flood” (1958), “The Second Color” (1958). Ch. editor of the magazine "Neva" (since 1957), in which he developed the ideas of nationality and patriotism.

Since the late 1960s, Voronin has been living for months in an old Russian village on the shores of Lake Peipus. Stories and tales from an inhabitant of these places express new facets in the interpretation of the “village” theme in the prose of the 70s and 80s (“Parental House”, “Passing”, “Mumbling”, “Relatives”, the stories “My Dear ...”, “ Vacation in Kuzelev"). “...Voronin solved essentially the same issues that occupied “village prose” at that time. And first of all - the question of the fate of the village (central for “village prose”), about those most important moral and social processes that take place there.”

In 1984, Voronin created the documentary story “The Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov” about the fate of the great Russian scientist.

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Writer of the 20th century

Voronin Sergey Alekseevich - prose writer, publicist, critic.

Parents are peasants. Early childhood was etched in my memory by the warmth and light of my parents’ home. His mother, father and grandmother, who attracted him to folk tales, sowed the seeds from which a kind, bright attitude towards life sprouted, which became a sign of the future writer’s work. The following years were marked by constant changes of residence.

In 1918, Father Voronin, a representative of the Petrocommune, was sent to Altai to buy bread for starving Petrograd. His father’s business trips (Altai and Siberia, the Urals and the Volga region) became the routes of Voronin’s childhood, revealing to the boy the cruel realities of revolutionary times.

In 1922 they returned to Petrograd. Here Voronin graduated from school and factory school, and worked as a turner at the Admiralty and Metal plants. His dream of education led him to preparatory courses, after which he entered the Mining Institute (Volsk). The thought that I would have to be an aircraft technician all my life was depressing: “No, I won’t study. I can not. The next day a party meeting was held in the company and I was expelled from the candidates for party membership. After that, I was expelled from the school” (Time Results. P.36). From Volsk, Voronin returned to Leningrad, worked as a turner at the Young Drummer plant, then as a junior technician at Lentransproekt, from where new life routes stretched - expeditions of railway surveyors in the Far East, the Urals, the Volga, and the Caucasus. Voronin spent 8 years in survey parties.

The first attempt at writing was poetry and dramatic scenes, which were read and acted out on the amateur stage. He received his initial literary knowledge and creative work skills in literary circles at the House of Culture named after. Industrial cooperation and literary courses at the House of Writers named after. V.V. Mayakovsky. Voronin also visited the Literary Workers' University, listening to lectures on the history and theory of literature. During these years, he met with K. Fedin, M. Zoshchenko, N. Tikhonov, V. Shishkov and other professional writers. Voronin's first mentor was Vs. Rozhdestvensky. Work in the newspaper “Smena” played an important role in the creative self-determination of the aspiring writer, which consolidated the skills of efficiency and laconicism in literary work.

Voronin’s first book “Meetings” (it included stories previously published in magazine and newspaper periodicals of Leningrad) appeared in 1947. Critics noted the stories “Taiga” (1944), “Return”, “Mother” (both 1946), in which the ability to show the facts and conflicts of real life in living words was demonstrated.

What Voronin saw and experienced results in the concept of the novel “Prospectors.” The written novel was not published: “... it’s good that the editorial office of “Zvezda” killed him, otherwise the book that was called “Two Lives,” written by me seventeen years after the first version, would have perished” (Time of Results . p.66).

In 1947, Voronin’s new novel “On My Own Land” was published, which did not become the writer’s creative achievement.

The book was among the works where collective farm life was depicted under the sign of idealization and varnishing (“Cavalier of the Golden Star” by S. Babaevsky, “From the Heart” by E. Maltsev, “Harvest” by G. Nikolaeva, etc.), although its plot was inspired by the events that took place before the eyes of Voronin, a correspondent for Smena: the settlement of empty lands of the Karelian Isthmus by peasants from Yaroslavl, Vologda and other regions of indigenous Russia.

In the 1950s, the story “Unnecessary Glory” received widespread recognition. “This is a story from collective farm life,” noted V. Ovechkin, “written without any templates, very in its own way, in a strict manner, in terms of accuracy and simplicity of language. The story has only two pages, but when you turn the last page, you feel as if you have read a six hundred page novel. This comes from a large, thoughtful theme, from the richness of thoughts and feelings, from the breadth of associations, from subtext” (Ovechkin V. Collective farm life and literature // Life of a collective farm village and literature. M., 1956. P. 18).

In 1957, Voronin headed the Neva magazine; under conditions of strict ideological control, Voronin consistently defended nationality and humanism as the main values ​​of literature. The publication in Neva of the 2nd book of “Virgin Soil Upturned” was an important milestone in the work of the magazine, and meetings with M.A. Sholokhov became an unforgettable page in Voronin’s biography.

A special place among the works of the 1960-70s is occupied by the novel “Two Lives” (1961), written in the form of a diary on behalf of Alyosha Korenkov, a survey technician, in which some of the features of the author himself are discernible. The project for laying a route in the taiga, accepted by construction manager Gradov, suggests possible miscalculations and mistakes: “Yes, yes, we are pioneers, and we may make mistakes. Victims cannot be ruled out." Worker Pervakov corrects these reasonings of Gradov: “And who gave you the right to make sacrifices and mistakes?.. - There is no such right.”

Voronin's creative individuality was most fully and vividly manifested in the short story genre. In the events and facts that make up everyday life and at first glance imperceptible, one can discern the hidden meaning of what is happening, the socio-psychological subtext of human words and deeds (“Happiness”, “Taman”, “In Her City”, “Someone else’s Letter”, etc.) . Triumphant love, conquering selfishness and cowardice, is told in the stories “Wintering at the foot of Chigirikandra”, “On the waste route”. Voronin also acts as a satirist. The story “Night Fears”, the stories “Abandoned Tower”, “Wooden Patch” became a notable page of satirical prose of the 1970s-80s.

Since the late 1960s, Voronin has lived for months at a time in an old Russian village on the shores of Lake Peipsi. Voronin's stories and tales about the inhabitants of villages along the shores of Lake Peipsi discovered new facets in art. interpretation of the “village” theme in prose of the 1970s and 80s (“Parental home”, “Passing through”, “Mumbling”, “Relatives”, stories “My dear ...”, “Vacation in Kuzelev”). “...Voronin solved essentially the same issues that occupied “village prose” at that time. And first of all, the question about the fate of the village (central for “village prose”), about those most important moral and social processes that take place there and which, in turn, raise new, even broader problems” (Emelyanov L.-S. 197-198).

In 1976, for the book “Parental Home”, Voronin was awarded the State Prize named after. M. Gorky.

In 1984, Voronin created the documentary story “The Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov” about the fate of the great Russian scientist. Voronin’s kind and open view of the world was manifested in his stories and fairy tales for children: “Jaco”, “Nine White Swans”, “My Birch”, “An Extraordinary Daisy”, etc.

In 1987, the book “Time of Results” was published, which included materials presenting V. as a publicist and critic, not indifferent to events and problems of social and literary life, essays and notes about meetings with contemporary writers, reviews and interviews.

The collection “Nobody Needs Us” (1998) contains Voronin’s late prose. To a large extent, she is philosophical and thoughtful. “In many stories one recognizes the former Sergei Voronin, with his mental pain for the fate of Russian women, with his sympathy for a person who suffered and was often offended” (Krechetov V.N. - P. 32).

A.I. Khvatov

Materials used from the book: Russian literature of the 20th century. Prose writers, poets, playwrights. Biobibliographical dictionary. Volume 1. p. 428-430.

Read further:

Russian writers and poets (biographical reference book).

Essays:

SS: in 3 volumes / intro. article by L. Emelyanov. M., 1981;

For the sake of your land: stories and stories. M., 1983;

The only night: novel, novellas, stories / intro. article by Yu. Petrovsky. P., 1983;

Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov: a documentary story. L., 1984;

Island of Love: stories and stories. L, 1985;

Time for results: stories, essays, articles. L., 1987;

Waiting for a miracle: stories / intro. article by L. Fomenko. L., 1988;

Abandoned tower: novel, stories / afterword. V. Krechetova. M., 1989;

Quiet people: Tales and stories. L., 1989.

Literature:

Emelyanov L.I. Sergei Voronin: Essay on creativity. L., 1983;

Krechetov V.I. Lessons of kindness // Fidelity of choice: Literary critical articles. M., 1986. P.40-70;

Pomozov Yu.F. Knew, saw, talked: Stories about writers. L., 1985. P.123-142;

Rostovtsev Yu. Let kindness win more often... // About literature for children. L., 1979. Issue 13. P.65-80;

Khvatov A.I. The paths of nationality and realism. L., 1980. P.333-343;

Krechetov V.N. Leda's egg. St. Petersburg, 2003. P.28-33.

Russia knows many examples of military conflicts that show the inexhaustible fortitude and courage of the Russian soldier, the willingness to fulfill the duty of defender of the Motherland even at the cost of his own life! A huge number of immortal feats were performed by fighters of the federal Russian troops during the war in Dagestan, which unfolded in August 1999.

On August 7, 1999, large detachments of militants of the “Islamic Peacekeeping Brigade”, commanded by Khattab and Shamil Basayev, who had already earned black glory among the domestic troops, numbering about five hundred people, invaded the territory of Dagestan. The separatists could hide abroad, receiving political asylum there. It was much safer and smarter. But the bands of bandits chose to organize a new military campaign and shed blood again. Immediately, almost unhindered, they captured several mountain villages (Shodroda, Ansalta, Godoberi, Rakhata and Tando), organizing defensive lines in them.

Tando is a small mountain village in the Botlikh region of Dagestan at an altitude of one and a half thousand meters above sea level. There are only a few hundred inhabitants. The village is located on a steep slope of a mountain ridge in the middle of the distance to the top. From below, the approaches are protected by numerous hollows. The village can only be reached via several “bridges” with paths. Only one road is accessible for transport.

In those August days, the hero of this story, junior lieutenant Sergei Voronin, commanded a small unit of federal forces. By chance, his 696th battalion of the 136th motorized rifle brigade was tasked with liberating a settlement called Tando, which in a few days turned into one of the largest and most important fortified areas in the entire region, where several dozen militants settled at once.

Sergei Nikolaevich Voronin was born on June 12, 1973 in the Kazakh town of Kokchetav into a military family. Nationality: Russian. He spent his childhood in Tashkent. He joined the army in the summer of 1990. Graduated from Tashkent Higher Educational Institution. Served in the Far East. Participated in the first Chechen war. In 1995 he was awarded the medal “For Courage”.

On August 17, the battalion attempted to capture Tando for the first time. The plan called for a strike from three directions. The first company, having passed through the gorge below, diverted the fire to itself, the raid group (third company), together with the battalion commander, launched a flank attack from the west. The main task fell on the second company, in which Voronin served, to break into the village along the road. No reconnaissance was carried out, fire support was limited to a couple of artillery shots, which almost covered our fighters. The BMP-1s in service with the battalion were absolutely unsuitable for combat operations in the mountains.
Immediately the whole attack went awry. The bandits immediately stopped the first company. The soldiers came across a well-covered ambush. An avalanche of fire fell on the fighters, they shot from behind every boulder, and knocked out several infantry fighting vehicles. The bloodless company rolled back, gaining a foothold on one of the strategically important heights. The third company was stuck on a mountain ridge and did not participate in the battle at all that day. In the second company, more than half of the personnel dropped out.

In the evening of that day, Voronin wrote: “The militants repelled the attack of our fighters on the village. Federal troops lost six infantry fighting vehicles. Thirty-four people were killed and almost as many were wounded. It’s good that the helicopter pilots covered us, otherwise it’s scary to think what would have happened...”

At the press center, journalists were told that only eight soldiers were killed in the battle near Tando. The militants also suffered a lot that day. The field commander operating in Tando radioed for help from his troops, mentioning heavy losses.

The next day another assault began. After the artillery barrage, the soldiers immediately went on the attack. Tanks fired from behind them, covering the assault groups. The militants' fire was very dense. The guys moved forward with great difficulty until they found themselves on an area of ​​several tens of square meters. A step from behind cover led to an immediate response from the sniper. There was a proposal to go around the position along the path along the slope. A group of four fighters under the command of Voronin moved forward to eliminate the sniper. Of course, it was an adventure, but under bullets everything is perceived differently.

Covering each other and moving in dashes, the fighters reached the outskirts of the village. Everyone was sure that the sniper was without cover. As they moved along the wall of the street fence, they discovered a gap in it, through which they entered the street no more than one meter wide. One side of the street was limited by a fence, and the other by the wall of a nearby house. Not having walked even ten meters, the group found itself under fire. Two grenades fell to the ground. Instantly taking stock of the situation, Voronin and his fighters immediately rushed to the shelter of a nearby barn. After conducting a quick inspection and not finding any unauthorized persons, they begin to look for another exit from the structure. Staying in hiding for a long time was risky, since the bandits could burst into the room at any moment and, using their numerical advantage, shoot them there. In addition, the motorized riflemen still had the task of finding and, if possible, destroying the enemy’s firing point. Otherwise, during a further assault, a large number of their friends and colleagues could have died.

The 136th separate light guards motorized rifle Uman-Berlin Red Banner Brigade was formed on December 1, 1993 in Buinaksk (Republic of Dagestan). She is a bearer of the orders of Kutuzov, Suvorov and Bogdan Khmelnitsky. The brigade was included in the 42nd Army Corps, located in the North Caucasus Military District. She took an active part in hostilities in the Chechen Republic from 1995 to 1996. More than 1,400 servicemen of the brigade have been awarded orders and medals for their participation in counter-terrorism operations since 1999. Five officers were awarded the high title of Hero of Russia - captain Sergei Voronin, major Oleg Kryukov, posthumously - senior lieutenant of sappers Vitaly Marienko, captain Alexey Zhuravlev and lieutenant Roman Sidorov.

Under the ceiling of one of the rooms in the barn, Sergei found a small window at ground level, through which an adult could climb. Then a daring idea comes into his head to get out of cover and unexpectedly strike the sniper from the rear. Voronin understood that the militants did not expect such impudence from a handful of federals. He throws the machine gun behind his back and pulls himself up to the window. And at the same moment he hears the tiles cracking under the pressure of his body. Voronin jumps back and takes the machine gun in his hands. The first burst hit the bandit's feet. The second one finished him off. Returning to the others, Sergei orders them to return. Suddenly, the militants throw several grenades into the shelter at once. Seeing the danger in time, the fighters take cover behind the nearest stone wall. But the battle was just beginning. Having inserted machine guns into that very hole near the ceiling and into the doorway, the bandits began to blindly and tightly fire at the rooms of the house where Voronin’s group had taken refuge. The only thing that saved the guys was that they were significantly below the level at which the militants were shooting. As a result, the machine-gun bursts only plowed the floor of the house, without touching those who had taken refuge at all.

After a five-hour firefight and a number of failed attempts by militants to storm the house, Voronin’s group held out the onslaught with all their might. They were very lucky that the enemy had nothing more solid than grenades. However, almost a day had passed since they slept, the fighters did not drink or eat anything, and there was terrible heat all around. In addition, the military arsenal was running out. Feeling the depressed morale and extreme fatigue of the guys, the militants began to use psychological techniques, claiming that the federal troops had already abandoned their positions, leaving them here alone. They offered the fighters to surrender, saving their lives. They offered to give them the officer. None of the motorized riflemen even had the idea of ​​agreeing to such persuasion.

Sergei Voronin said: “I myself decided to break through. But in that situation, I decided that I could not order the soldiers to do the same. Everyone himself chose to take his last battle, dying or being captured, or to try to get out of the trap. Everyone decided to go with me.”

Seeing that the fighters were simply collapsing from fatigue, Voronin decided to make a breakthrough. According to the plan, first the two remaining grenades were fired in the direction of the militants, which helped to temporarily clear the way, then, under the cover of smoke bombs, the soldiers made their way to the very hole in the wall through which the guys entered their temporary shelter. The plan was quite dangerous and each of the fighters clearly understood this, but there was no other way.
The breakthrough attempt was successful; the detachment returned without losses to the location of its platoon, which was still located on the same “patch.”

Soon the shelter was covered in a barrage of fire. Submachine gunners, snipers, and an AGS crew fired from the Tando. It was stupid to resume the assault with exhausted soldiers, and the high command decided to temporarily stop the operation. During the raid, Sergei and his comrades destroyed more than a dozen militants.

Later, Voronin reported to the deputy brigade commander: “The unit did not complete the task.” At that moment, General Vladimir Shamanov approached them. He asked the deputy brigade commander: “Is this the senior lieutenant who visited Tando? Present to the Hero! After shaking Sergei's hand, the general left.
“For what, Comrade Colonel? – Voronin asked. “We didn’t manage it.”
“Yes, you have returned from hell. And without loss. Is this not enough for you?

After another failure, the command decided not to kill the soldiers. The management laid out their last trump card - vacuum bombs. Those who saw the explosion spoke of a terrible sight. A large ball of fire appeared above the place where the bomb fell, turning everything around to ash. Since then, a myth called “Tando syndrome” was born. Its essence is that the “spirits” began to be very afraid of single federal planes, scattering from them in different directions. On the morning of August 23, our troops entered the village without firing a single shot.

According to journalist Alexei Babakin: “The picture was terrible. There was not a single residential building left in the village, all buildings were destroyed, the ground was dug up with trenches, communication lines and trenches. All sixteen days artillery and aviation worked in the village. Every meter of the ground is stuffed with shell fragments. Metal detectors could not find explosive objects because there was noise everywhere.

The fate of the militants remained unclear. Some eyewitnesses of those events say that the bandits died as a result of the explosion, others say that a significant part of them managed to escape. This is quite possible, since information was leaking like a river from our headquarters at that time.

The events of that August changed Dagestan forever. The village of Tando disappeared from the face of the earth. The residents were later resettled in New Tando, which was rebuilt with government money. The losses of the settlers were also compensated by the state. However, locals talk about numerous violations that occurred during the payment of compensation.

On March 23, 2000, in accordance with the Decree of the President of the Russian Federation, for his heroism and courage during the operation in Dagestan, Sergei Voronin, who then became a guard captain, was awarded the title of Hero of Russia. Currently, Lieutenant Colonel Voronin, who graduated from the Combined Arms Academy of the Russian Armed Forces in 2005, continues to serve in the ranks of the Russian Army and holds the position of senior staff officer in the Volga-Ural Military District. His family lives in the city of Yekaterinburg.

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July 13, 2013 would have been the 100th anniversary of the Russian and Soviet writer Sergei Alekseevich Voronin. The department of local history literature hosts an exhibition of his books, published in different years and stored in the collections of the Pskov Regional Universal Scientific Library.

Sergei Alekseevich Voronin lived and worked fruitfully in the Pskov region for many years in the summer, in the coastal Gdov village of Spitsyno, and was a faithful friend of the rural library.

On these days, the writer’s date of birth is celebrated with regular Voronin readings in the library-museum of the village of Spitsyno.

We invite everyone to come and take part in the Voronin Readings July 13 at 11:00, which will be held in the volost library of the village of Spitsyno, Gdovsky district, Pskov region.

Sergei Alekseevich Voronin

The famous Russian writer - Sergei Alekseevich Voronin was born on July 13, 1913 in the town of Lyubim, Yaroslavl region. He ended his life in the village of Spitsyno Gdovsky district Pskov region.

In 1931 he graduated from the FZU school in Leningrad. After graduating from the Mining Institute, he worked in survey parties. In 1945-1947 was a literary employee of the newspaper "Smena", later - head of the correspondent office of the "Literary Newspaper" in Leningrad. He began his literary activity in 1947. In 1956-1964. - Deputy editor-in-chief, then editor-in-chief of the Neva magazine. His first book is a collection of short stories “Meetings” (1947). Voronin is the author of the novel “On My Own Land” (books 1-2, 1948-1952), the story “Unnecessary Glory” (1955), and numerous other works.

S.A. Voronin's literary interests were very wide. He wrote about geologists and prospectors building roads and paths in the unknown taiga thicket, about workers and village workers, about doctors and engineers, about teachers and artists, about writers and fishermen. All the writer’s works are characterized by a deep connection between his characters and their native land, their passionate, age-independent love for nature. Sergei Alekseevich’s children’s books are about this.

The memory of past wanderings is still alive in the writer’s stories. Voronin's love for the beauty of his native land became stronger over the years, and along with it his writing skills grew stronger. Descriptions of nature became more and more detailed, he sought to penetrate deeper and deeper into its innermost life.

In the Pskov region, in search of a summer cottage for his literary creative works, the writer appeared 40 years ago. Traveling through the Novgorod-Pskov lands, he most liked the coast of Lake Peipus, and he decided to settle here, buying a plot of land. This is how the Voronin family appeared in the village of Spitsyno, which runs along the Gdov-Pskov highway near the very shores of Lake Peipus.

In 2002, on October 19, at the age of 90, the writer passed away. His ashes now rest in the Spitsynskoye cemetery. The funeral service will take place on July 13, 2013 at 11:00.

Fellow villagers of this village decided to perpetuate the memory of S.A.’s writing talent. Voronin and created a museum of the writer at the village library, which included his books, personal belongings from the heyday of his work, when he was most widely read.

In the works of S.A. Voronin reflects our life, with its dramatic and sometimes comic collisions. Sergei Alekseevich Voronin has forever been assigned to the area of ​​literary expression that defines his path of creativity - the village writer. His works demonstrate a rare ability to penetrate into the psychology of our contemporary and see in him those good character traits that are inherent in the Russian person.

The most common characters in stories and short stories by S.A. Voronina are residents of rural areas, many of them are not fictional, but actually live or existed before. The author sometimes even did not change their names.

All the events of the past and today, with all the difficulties and contradictions, and sometimes tragic endings, are easily recognized by the residents of the village of Spitsyno, which picturesquely stretches along the shore of Lake Peipus, and in which, in the summer, the writer lived and worked.

Now, when S.A. Voronin has already completed his life's journey, his "Penates" are alive thanks to the library-museum, the exhibition of which is mainly represented by books, household items from the 40-50s, personal belongings of the author, many of which affect the life stages of the work of the writer dear to the villagers. His stories are read throughout Russia and far beyond its borders. Many of them have been translated into other languages. Today, of course, some have become no longer relevant, but sometimes they evoke a nostalgic memory of a bygone time.

Natalya Sergeevna Ivasenko demonstrates the artistic work of A.N. Ivasenko.
It depicts the Voronin couple

In the library, in memory of the writer, a spiritual center and poetry club "Prichudye" was formed, which on the days of the writer's memory actively organizes creative meetings: "Voronin readings", which bring together poets and writers, local historians and simply admirers of the talent of Sergei Alekseevich Voronin.

One of the meetings was held under the motto: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” And it was dedicated to the failed 95th anniversary of S.A. Voronin. The initiator of these meetings, the oldest and most respected Gdov writer and local historian Sergei Ivanovich Kashirin.

This year, 2013, the 100th anniversary of the birth of S.A. is expected to be celebrated. Voronin. The Spitsyn Library-Museum is waiting for its guests!

For many years, fellow villagers and librarians, on the days of the writer’s memory: on his birthday and on the day of his passing, have been holding Voronin readings in the regional volost library.

The main holiday of the village of Spitsyno was the day of the supreme apostles Peter and Paul, in whose memory the temple was rebuilt.

On this day, July 12, fairs are always held. Craftsmen from other volosts and other regions come. Concerts and folk festivals are organized by folk craftsmen, visitors, and local musicians with refreshments and a craft school for everyone, where they teach weaving from birch bark, wicker and willow twigs, wood carving and birch bark embossing and many other folk craft skills. Sergei Voronin often visited and participated in such fairs.

The holiday lasts two days: July 12 and 13, which surprisingly coincides with the writer’s memorial day, and at the same time the museum-library gathers everyone for Voronin’s readings.

It should be noted that due to such one-time visits, the museum exists and continues to live. During the meetings, not only the works of S.A. are read and staged. Voronin, but many volost tasks and problems are also being solved. Such evenings are often attended by not only writers, local historians, museum employees, fellow villagers, close friends and relatives of the author, but also people from the administration. In particular, Galina Ivanovna Kudryashova, the head of the Spitsyn volost, in one of the meetings made a proposal to transfer some of the exhibits from the collective farm museum to the writer’s museum. The harmony of the exhibits must be consistent with the author’s creativity.

Club of admirers of talent S.A. Voronin, the museum and the library have existed together for several years. The descendants of the writer, on the spiritual and moral foundation he founded, continue their “construction”.

Voronin readings, as a phenomenon, have existed for many years. They arose back in those days when a writer, preparing for the release of another book, gathered a circle of acquaintances, relatives and people close to him, read out his stories and stories to them, listened to praise, grievances and comments, and sometimes changed or added something .

The house in which the writer lived has not survived. After the death of S.A. Voronin was dismantled due to its disrepair and rebuilt again. Now it houses the living room and studio of the famous St. Petersburg artist Anatoly Ivasenko, the writer’s son-in-law.

Natalya Sergeevna Ivasenko, the writer’s daughter, is an art critic. Lives and works in St. Petersburg. Her husband, Anatoly Nikolaevich Ivasenko, is a professional artist. He passed away in 2009. The main theme of his work was artistic realistic portraiture.

Many of Anatoly Ivasenko’s works are dedicated to the family of the writer Sergei Voronin. Some of them are kept by the local museum. The landscapes undoubtedly reflect the Gdov coastal region in all its glory.

The writer’s grandson, priest Grigory Ivasenko, in a short period of time restored the spiritual life of the village, built a small wooden church in the name of the holy supreme apostles Peter and Paul. He leads the spiritual care of a maximum security colony in the village of Seredka, Pskov region, where he receives confession and prepares many convicts for communion of the Holy Mysteries of Christ, prescribes penance and gives spiritual advice, which in itself is not very simple and, as a rule, there are few confessors, who take on such a heavy cross.

At the same time, he organized and is carrying out serious construction: a large stone church of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul is being built in the style of Pskov white stone architecture. The temple is being built on the site of the temple of the holy supreme apostles Peter and Paul, lost during the Great Patriotic War, on its old foundation. To date, it has been erected under the roof. Finishing work remains.

The Church of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul under construction on the Feast of the Transfiguration of the Lord
(August 19, 2012)

On July 12, 2007, in the altar apse of the temple under construction, Metropolitan Eusebius of Pskov and Velikoluksky laid a capsule containing information about the foundation of the temple: the ruling bishop, priest, builders, donors; which is made on birch bark and protected from decay.

The collection of the museum of the writer Voronin is replenished by its parishioners: readers and admirers of the writer’s talent, tourists and random visiting vacationers who stay at the Chudskoe Podvorie recreation center, as well as those people who take part in Voronin’s readings. Now it has more than 700 storage units.

The museum and library in unity are a protected island of culture in the sea of ​​modernity, and many here escape spiritual starvation. There is hope that the spiritual and educational center in Spitsyno will become famous, will exist in the future, and will bear good fruit in the ecology of the soul.

I would like that in the future we will talk about developing programs within the Ministry of Culture to create projects necessary for museum-libraries. But to support these projects one should look for patrons and permanent financial curators, which is almost impossible for rural museums and libraries.

Tatiana Ledinina,
bibliographer of the department of local history literature of POUNL

The Pskov Regional Universal Scientific Library offers to get acquainted with the stories of Sergei Voronin, combined in the collection “Raskopel Stones”. The collection was published in 1983 by the Pravda Publishing House (Moscow). Read full text

We also present the full text of Sergei Voronin’s work “Along the Shore” (elegy) (1990-1993). Read full text

Along the Shore (Elegy)

(Excerpt from the work)

Before the big water begins, there are sands. Small, clean, viscous. They are difficult to climb, especially on the slopes of loose dunes. During the day, the sands heat up so much that your feet become hot. They cool down overnight, and there is nothing alive in them anymore.

Behind the sandy hills stretches along the entire coast a flat, wide strip with swampy holes covered with shady algae. On hot days on the coast there is a heavy smell of the remains of exhausted fish washed up by the storm. It is mixed with the unpleasant spirit of swampy vapors and heated earth strewn with shells. There is something primordial in all this that distinguishes the shore of Lake Peipsi, which has not yet been touched by destruction, from the cinder civilization that kills all living things.

A piece of untouched Russia still remains here. This is how it was hundreds of years ago. Also on calm days, a sluggish swell reached the shore with a soft roll and died out in the sand, leaving a thin lacy strip of surf. And just like hundreds of years ago, from stormy winds, the upheaved water with incessant noise, white splashes on the shallows, with furiously thrown up crests of black waves across the entire expanse frantically rushed to the coast and, hissing, secretly crawled towards the dunes.

It's good to walk along the coast. On the way there are tree trunks thrown back by the breakwater, whitened like the bones of ancient animals, winding flowing streams carrying small rubbish in crystal clear water, long scatterings of multi-colored shell rock, a foam float torn off by the wind from fishing nets... Probably, a person is designed in such a way that he is always looking for something. Maybe your own happiness, which is not given to everyone. I also peer into the coastal sediments, hoping to find good seafood in them. It’s naive, of course, but you can’t escape yourself.

The coastal wave is transparent. The sun warms it well. From it thin shadows run along the bottom. And I see how there, in the warmth, flocks of fry bask, flashing with sparkling silver.

You can walk along the shore for a long time, looking at the coastline and the vast expanse of water and the huge sky above it.

On the shore, an old boat abandoned by someone is rotting. I walked a fair distance and sat down with pleasure on the cracked bench warmed by the sun. Once upon a time it was a good fishing boat, with a covered bow, where you could hide an anchor, rope, bailer and other necessary things. Now the bow is torn apart, the bottom is rotten, and grass grows in its cracks. Some more time will pass and the boat will turn to dust. But it made the owner happy; he plowed the waters of Chudskoye in it, set nets, and caught fish. Where is he now? What about him? Is he alive?

Now the lake is peaceful. And you wouldn’t think that a hurricane wind raged at night. What happened then! Where does such irrepressible power come from? And all with increasing rage, evil, destructive. He tore, bent, shook, shook trees, broke branches, tore off leaves. I saw all this through the window in the light of the emerging dawn. I saw grass pressed to the ground and rushing water dust, torn from Chudskoye, and blackened, as if charred, tree trunks, and silent houses. And above all this is a low, heavy sky.

I should have stayed in the shelter of my home, but, oddly enough, I wanted to be in this raging element, and I went out onto the porch...

The wet wind immediately washed over my face, driving away the remnants of sleep, and brought from the sea dull, uniform, like inhalation and exhalation, rolling waves, accompanied by a continuous hum... It, rushing up from the ground, tore the gray haze, and then low, ragged wisps of running clouds. But this was not enough for him. Like a giant palm, he brushed them to one side, clearing the sky. And immediately new torn panels rushed to take their place. At that very moment the sky cleared again. And again shaggy pieces. And there was no end to them. And the riot continued on earth. The furious wind rushed about, as if tied up. Howl. Whistled….

Chilled, I returned to the warm, quiet hut. He buried himself in the still warm pillow and covered himself with a blanket. And when I woke up, everything was quiet. The sun was shining calmly from a clear sky.

And now there is silence. A light breeze blows from the sea. It is calm, as if the storm had not torn it at night. Only on the shore, where the waves reached, were there drifts of torn reeds, dried ruffs, and blackened algae.

Quiet. A faint bell ringing can be heard from somewhere. But this cannot be. There is no church either near or far away. It was once in the village where I live, but it was blown up during the war, and now in this place there is a large pile of brick debris, densely overgrown with alder and lilac bushes.

Sergei Alekseevich Voronin

The collections of POUNB contain the following books by the writer:

Voronin S.A. Time results.-M.: Sovremennik.-1978.-302 pp.-(B-ka "About time and about myself").

Voronin S.A. Meeting with the unknown: A story in stories // Aurora.-1997.-No. 7-8.

Voronin S.A. Two Lives: A Novel. Stories.-L.: Lenizdat.,-1978.-416 p.

Voronin S.A. Wooden snouts: Tales and stories.-L.: Sov.pisatel,-1979.-656 p.

Voronin S.A. The only night: Romance. Tale. Stories.-L.: Khud.lit.,-1983.-502 p.

Voronin S.A. Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov: Tale.-M.: Sov.Russia,-1989.-345 pp.: ill.

Voronin S.A. Wintering at the foot of Chigirikandra: Stories / Artist. Yu.Trizna.-L.: Det.lit.,-1980.-223 p.: ill.

Voronin S.A. Tangerine peels.-L.: Sov.pisatel,-1985.-399 p.

Voronin S.A. Island of Love: Novels, short stories, plays.-L.: Lenizdat.,-1985.-364 pp.: ill.

Voronin S.A. Stories. Stories / S.A. Voronin / L. Emelyanov.-L.: Khud. lit., 1973.-495c.: ill., 1 sheet of portrait - Contents. story: Unnecessary glory; Wooden patches.

Voronin S.A. For the sake of his land: Tales, stories / Artist. O.Konyashin.-M.: Sov.Russia,-1983.-336 p.: ill.

Voronin S.A. Parental home. - M.: Sovremennik, - 1987. - 526 p.

Voronin S.A. The secret of the fighting grasshopper / Fig. S.Ostrova.-L.: Det.lit.,-1972.-44 p.: ill.

Voronin S.A. Brave Clown: Fairy Tales.-L.: Det.lit.,-1970.-14 p.: ill.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. We didn’t bother anyone: stories, short stories, polyphony. - St. Petersburg. : Historical illustration, 1998. - 495 pp., 1 sheet. portrait

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. A hundred stories. - L.: Lenizdat, 1991

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Abandoned tower: novel, stories. - M.: Izvestia, 1989

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Two Lives: A Novel; Romance without love: stories; Yellow Sunset: a play. - 1971.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . Village tales and stories. - 1974.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . House on a hill. - 1972.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Thoughts about life. - 1968.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. In the flood. - 1958.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Seasons of life. - 1988.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . Time for results. - 1978.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Meeting on a village street. - 1980.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich. Meetings. - 1947.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Two lifes; Stories. - 1978.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Favorites: in 2 volumes. T. 2. - 1973.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. The story of one trip. - .

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Mary's Stone. - 1977.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. On your own land. - 1949.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Unnecessary fame; Totally more expensive; Wooden patches; My dear... ; Vacation in Kuzelevo; Family kitchen; The last philanthropist; Blooming lotus; Last entry. - 1981.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . For the sake of your land. - 1983.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Raskopel stones. - 1983.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Stories from different years. - 1976.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Parents' house. - 1978.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Romance without love. - 1970.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . Silver spot. - 1965.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Among life. - 1961.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . Knocking at midnight. - .

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Taiga interchange. - 1982.

Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich. Quiet people. - 1989.

Voronin, Sergey Alekseevich . Three books. - 1978.

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Russian Federation

Citizenship:

USSR USSR → Russia, Russia

Occupation: Direction: Genre: Debut:

"Taiga Man" (1944)

Awards: Awards:

Sergey Alekseevich Voronin(1913-2002) - Soviet prose writer.

Biography

His first collection of short stories was published in 1947. In 1951-1952, he was entrusted with managing the Leningrad bureau of the Literaturnaya Gazeta. In 1957-1964, editor-in-chief of the Neva magazine. In 1969, he was among the writers who spoke out against the New World magazine.

Creation

In his first story, "Taiga Man" (1944), he describes Siberian gold miners. Voronin became famous for his story about collective farm life during the war, “Unnecessary Glory” (1956). “Voronin describes mostly individual situations and episodic phenomena; he is not given more voluminous descriptions of the interconnection of events. The quality of Voronin's prose varies greatly; sometimes the reader is disturbed by the prolixity and excess of colloquial vocabulary and syntax (not even in direct speech), and sometimes this prose deeply grips the reader.” (Wolfgang Kazak) Voronin’s story “The Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov” (1984), contrary to popular belief, cannot be fully considered documentary. For example, the relationship between Pavlov and his friend and fellow countryman from his student years N.S. Tersky, as well as the latter’s character, were erroneously described. In particular, the scene where Tersky invites Pavlov to emigrate to Sweden together, and where they quarreled and parted forever, does not correspond to reality. According to the testimony of Tersky's son-in-law - A. A. Kalachev, Tersky did not emigrate anywhere, continued to live in St. Petersburg (Leningrad), remained a friend of Pavlov until his death, often visited him, together with his wife F. I. Terskaya (ur. Kondakova ). Pavlov gave Tersky his books, including in 1923 and 1927. with a dedicatory inscription “To fellow countryman and friend Nikolai Sergeevich Tersky.”

Books

  • Meetings, 1947
  • On your own land. In 2 books, 1948-52
  • Unnecessary fame, 1956
  • Two Lives, 1962
  • Romance without love, 1968
  • Knock at Midnight, 1972
  • Village Tales and Stories, 1974
  • Parents' house, 1974
  • Mary's Stone, 1977
  • Meeting on a village street, 1980
  • Wintering at the foot of Chigirikandra. Stories. 1980
  • Biography of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov. Documentary story, 1984
  • Stories and fairy tales, 2013, St. Petersburg, Rech publishing house, ISBN 978-5-9268-1481-8

Film scripts

  • - Totally more expensive
  • - House opposite
  • - Until next spring
  • - Echo of distant snows

Awards and prizes

  • State Prize of the RSFSR named after M. Gorky (1976) - for the book “Parental Home”
  • Order of the Red Banner of Labor (07/12/1988)
  • medals

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Literature

  • Kazak V. Lexicon of Russian literature of the 20th century = Lexikon der russischen Literatur ab 1917 / [trans. with German]. - M. : RIC "Culture", 1996. - XVIII, 491, p. - 5000 copies. - ISBN 5-8334-0019-8.

Notes

Links

  • Great Soviet Encyclopedia: [in 30 volumes] / ch. ed. A. M. Prokhorov. - 3rd ed. - M. : Soviet encyclopedia, 1969-1978.

An excerpt characterizing Voronin, Sergei Alekseevich

- Go, go, killed in a battle in which they ordered the best Russian people and Russian glory to be killed. Go, Princess Marya. Go and tell Lisa. I will come.
When Princess Marya returned from her father, the little princess was sitting at work, and with that special expression of an inner and happily calm look, characteristic only of pregnant women, she looked at Princess Marya. It was clear that her eyes did not see Princess Marya, but looked deep into herself - into something happy and mysterious happening within her.
“Marie,” she said, moving away from the hoop and waddling back, “give me your hand here.” “She took the princess’s hand and placed it on her stomach.
Her eyes smiled expectantly, her sponge with mustache rose, and childishly happily remained raised.
Princess Marya knelt in front of her and hid her face in the folds of her daughter-in-law's dress.
- Here, here - do you hear? It's so strange to me. And you know, Marie, I will love him very much,” said Lisa, looking at her sister-in-law with sparkling, happy eyes. Princess Marya could not raise her head: she was crying.
- What's wrong with you, Masha?
“Nothing... I felt so sad... sad about Andrei,” she said, wiping her tears on her daughter-in-law’s knees. Several times throughout the morning, Princess Marya began to prepare her daughter-in-law, and each time she began to cry. These tears, the reason for which the little princess did not understand, alarmed her, no matter how little observant she was. She didn’t say anything, but looked around restlessly, looking for something. Before dinner, the old prince, whom she had always been afraid of, entered her room, now with a particularly restless, angry face and, without saying a word, left. She looked at Princess Marya, then thought with that expression in her eyes of attention directed inward that pregnant women have, and suddenly began to cry.
– Did you receive anything from Andrey? - she said.
- No, you know that the news could not come yet, but mon pere is worried, and I’m scared.
- Oh nothing?
“Nothing,” said Princess Marya, looking firmly at her daughter-in-law with radiant eyes. She decided not to tell her and persuaded her father to hide the receipt of terrible news from her daughter-in-law until her permission, which was supposed to be the other day. Princess Marya and the old prince, each in their own way, wore and hid their grief. The old prince did not want to hope: he decided that Prince Andrei had been killed, and despite the fact that he sent an official to Austria to look for his son’s trace, he ordered a monument to him in Moscow, which he intended to erect in his garden, and told everyone that his son was killed. He tried to lead his previous lifestyle without changing, but his strength failed him: he walked less, ate less, slept less, and became weaker every day. Princess Marya hoped. She prayed for her brother as if he were alive and waited every minute for news of his return.

“Ma bonne amie, [My good friend,”] said the little princess on the morning of March 19th after breakfast, and her sponge with mustache rose according to an old habit; but just as in all not only smiles, but the sounds of speeches, even the gaits in this house since the day the terrible news was received, there was sadness, so now the smile of the little princess, who succumbed to the general mood, although she did not know its reason, was such that she reminded me even more of general sadness.
- Ma bonne amie, je crains que le fruschtique (comme dit Foka - the cook) de ce matin ne m "aie pas fait du mal. [My friend, I'm afraid that the current frishtik (as the cook Foka calls it) will make me feel bad. ]
– What’s wrong with you, my soul? You're pale. “Oh, you are very pale,” said Princess Marya in fear, running up to her daughter-in-law with her heavy, soft steps.
- Your Excellency, should I send for Marya Bogdanovna? - said one of the maids who was here. (Marya Bogdanovna was a midwife from a district town who had been living in Bald Mountains for another week.)
“And indeed,” Princess Marya picked up, “perhaps for sure.” I will go. Courage, mon ange! [Don't be afraid, my angel.] She kissed Lisa and wanted to leave the room.
- Oh, no, no! - And besides the pallor, the little princess’s face expressed a childish fear of inevitable physical suffering.
- Non, c"est l"estomac... dites que c"est l"estomac, dites, Marie, dites..., [No, this is the stomach... tell me, Masha, that this is the stomach...] - and the princess began to cry childishly, painfully, capriciously and even somewhat feignedly, wringing his little hands. The princess ran out of the room after Marya Bogdanovna.