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Years of life of Agnia Lvovna Barto

born February 4, 1906, died April 1, 1981

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We know you can't be brought back
Your deeds are an eternal memory,
And only your pure soul is with us,
You illuminate our life path with it.

Biography of Agnia Barto

As a child, she dreamed of becoming a ballerina, but became famous children's writer, whose poems every child knows from childhood. She was destined for a brilliant and at the same time complex, tragic fate, like, probably, the fate of any genius. Biography of Agnia Lvovna Barto- the life story of a legendary woman, writer, mother and truly great person.

The parents affectionately called the girl Agnieszka. Watching her father, a veterinarian, treat sick animals, Agnia grew up to be a kind girl who sympathizes with all living things. Images of childhood were later reflected in her poems, although she I dreamed of becoming not a writer at all, but a ballerina- I even studied at a choreographic school. But, apparently, his writing talent took its toll. Comrade Lunacharsky himself appeared at the final exams of the ballet school. Hearing a slightly gloomy poem by one of the graduates called “Funeral March,” he called her over and said that a girl should definitely write poetry, but it should be funny. This graduate turned out to be Agniya Barto, and after some time she took her poems to Gosizdat. To her own surprise, it was published - so at the age of 19, Agnia Barto published her first books. Another person who influenced further biography of Barto, became, whom Barto literally idolized. Once, after speaking to a children's audience, the poet came down to the rest of the concert participants and told them enthusiastically: “That's who you should write for!”

But Barto’s path to literature was not so cloudless - she often received criticism from literary critics and colleagues about complex rhymes that would be difficult for children to remember, and bad images. But Barto’s shyness and touching personality, apparently, did not cause much hostility among Soviet writers, so she was never subjected to any very strong persecution. Most Soviet officials simply did not perceive woman writer of children's poems seriously. Her books came out one after another, and she never stopped working for a minute - she wrote scripts, prose, and worked on the radio. She was able to survive the war, but shortly before its end Agnia Barto's eldest son died. For her, this became a terrible grief, after which Barto no longer wrote humorous poems about bears and bunnies, but created the poem “Zvenigorod” about the residents of an orphanage who lost their relatives during the war, and then Barto gave several more years of her life to the program “Find a Person” "

Death and funeral of Agnia Lvovna Barto

Death of Agnia Barto occurred on April 1, 1981. Barto's cause of death was a heart attack. The country has lost not only a great writer, but also a person with a huge heart, sensitive, kind, noble - however, another person could not have written such touching and piercing poems for children and about children. Barto's funeral We took place at the Novodevichy Cemetery.

Life line

February 4, 1906 Date of birth of Agnia Lvovna Barto (nee Volova).
1924 Admission to the ballet troupe, marriage to Pavel Barto.
1925 The first publications of Barto's poems.
1927 The birth of a son, Edgar, from his marriage to Pavel Barto.
1933 Divorce from Pavel Barto.
1935 Marriage to Andrei Shcheglyaev.
1939 Co-authorship in writing the script for the film “Foundling”.
1945 The death of Edgar's son (Garik) as a result of an accident, the release of the film "The Elephant and the String" based on the script by Agnia Barto.
1949 Release of the collection “Poems for Children”.
1950 Barto was awarded the Stalin Prize for the collection “Poems for Children.”
1953 Release of the film based on Barto’s script “Alyosha Ptitsyn Develops Character.”
1964-1973 Host of the “Find a Person” program on Mayak radio.
1968 Release of the prose book “Find a Person” based on the radio program of the same name.
August 27, 1970 Death of Agnia Barto's husband, Andrei Shcheglyaev.
April 1, 1981 Date of death of Barto.

Memorable places

1. Radio station “Mayak”, where Agnia Barto worked in 1964-1973.
2. Barto House in Moscow (“House of Writers”).
3. The village of Trekhgorka, where Agniya Barto often rested at her sister’s dacha.
4. Library No. 99 in Moscow named after. A. L. Barto, where the Barto Museum is located today.
5. Novodevichy Cemetery, plot No. 3, where Barto is buried.

Agnia Barto visited Spain in 1938 when the war was already going on there. One of the most vivid and very dark memories for her was a conversation with a Spanish woman who showed her a photograph of her son who died from a shell. Agnia Barto was greatly shocked by this, she wrote to her friend in a letter: “How to describe the feelings of a mother who outlived her child?” But a few years later she herself experienced the same grief - her eldest son died in a bicycle accident. Barto withdrew into herself; only her love for her daughter and work helped her continue to live.

Many years Barto worked as a radio presenter in a program that helped reunite families scattered throughout the country after the war. People came to Barto directly from the train station, and all members of her family had to get involved in this work. In the nine years that Barto devoted to this program, about a thousand families were reunited. The book that Agnia Barto wrote based on the “Find a Person” program turned out to be incredibly touching and sincere.

Testament of Agnia Barto

“From the fear of spoiling one’s mood with someone else’s misfortune (even seen not in life, but in a movie), there is only one step to selfishness and heartlessness.”


Film in memory of Agnia Barto

Condolences on the death of Agnia Barto

“Agniya Lvovna Barto is not only a recognized poet, but also an excellent citizen. I deeply respect her both for her wonderful children's poems and for the great work she did in search of mothers and children separated from each other by the war, separated from each other by the “guilty without guilt”. For the fact that she was able to answer the cry of the soul, the question of the lives of two people: “Where are you, my son?”, “Where are you, my mother?” With the help of radio, she brought joy to how many people. I know mothers with many children who have fostered and adopted many orphans. But Agnia Lvovna, like a true poetess, adopted thousands and thousands of children. I thank her very much for this.”
Rasul Gamzatov, poet

Agnia Barto loved children with all her heart. How else can one explain that it was her children’s poems that sank so deeply into the hearts of those of us who read them in our childhood? In addition, Barto showed herself not only as a talented poetess, but also as a wonderful radio host and film scriptwriter.

  • Barto's biographers still have not agreed on when the future children's writer was born - in 1905 or 1906.
  • Perhaps little Agnia’s interest in poetry arose thanks to Uncle Grigory Bloch, a famous doctor who also wrote children’s poems.
  • Agniya Volova (this was Barto’s surname before her marriage) graduated from a choreographic school and was a ballerina in a theater troupe for about a year.
  • In her youth, Agnia managed to work in a clothing store to financially support her parents. She had to lie about her age, since the girl was only 15 years old, and sixteen-year-olds were hired.
  • Volova was advised to start a career as a poet by People's Commissar of Education Anatoly Lunacharsky, who accidentally heard her reading her poems.
  • The first husband of the future poetess was the writer Pavel Barto. As a result of their six-year marriage, a son, Edgar, and three joint poems were born.
  • Barto and her family spent the war years in Sverdlovsk, where the poetess had to work as a turner - she said that she took this job in order to communicate more with teenagers and gain inspiration for poetry.
  • During the Second World War, Barto received a state prize and donated all the money for the construction of a tank.
  • Victory in the war for Barto was overshadowed by a personal tragedy - on May 5, a truck hit and killed her 18-year-old son while riding a bicycle.
  • The second husband of the writer was academician Andrei Shcheglyaev, who worked on thermal power engineering issues. Soon the couple had a daughter, Tatyana, who became a candidate of technical sciences.
  • Agnia Barto vehemently condemned the publication of folk tales, since, in her opinion, they interfered with the upbringing of children in the spirit of socialism. She also opposed the work of Korney Chukovsky and his daughter Lydia.
  • Barto, as a guest expert, took part in the trial against writers Andrei Sinyavsky and Yuli Daniel. It was she who, in her conclusion, emphasized the anti-Soviet nature of their writings. As a result, the writers were sent to camps for periods of 5 to 7 years for anti-Soviet propaganda.
  • For more than 10 years, the poet hosted the radio program “Find a Person,” which helped families find children lost during the war. The transfer helped reunite almost 1,000 families. Its format formed the basis of the modern TV show “Wait for Me.”
  • Agnia Barto wrote not only poetry, but also film scripts - in particular, thanks to her co-authorship with Rina Zelena, the popular film “Foundling” appeared.
  • A minor planet and a crater on Venus are named after Barto (see).
  • During a meeting between Soviet writers and cosmonauts, Yuri Gagarin left Barto an autograph, writing a line from her poem about a bear on a piece of paper. This leaflet is now on display in the poetess’s museum. Gagarin said that this poem gave him his first idea of ​​good and evil (see).

) - children's poet, ornithologist, first husband of Agnia Barto.

Family

Agnia Barto was his first wife. The marriage lasted 6 years. Their son Edgar (Garik) died in an accident (riding a bicycle and getting hit by a truck) in 1945. Pavel Barto was the co-author of three of her poems (including “The Roaring Girl”, “The Dirty Girl”).

Then he was married 3 more times (the last time to his own cousin) and had several children from these unions. Pavel Nikolaevich's second wife was Lyubov Vasilievna Sevey. They had three daughters: Marina (g., mother of Archpriest Artemy Vladimirov), Suzanna (g.) and Anna (g.). Pavel Barto's third wife was Evdokia Ivanovna (they lived together for 20 years). The fourth wife is Renata Nikolaevna Viller, his cousin. He lived with his last wife for 25 years. He was buried at Vvedensky Cemetery.

Books

  • “Short-tailed fat woman” ()
  • "Ambassador"
  • “About the cat Fedka, the hedgehog Khavroska and the white mouse” ()
  • "Naughty"
  • Barto Pavel. Grishka's toys: [Story for children] / Drawings by A. Mogilevsky. - M.: State Publishing House, 1927. - 16 p.
  • "Christmas tree"
  • "Hike for snakes" ()
  • “What the Birds Sing About” (M. Children's Literature, 1981)

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An excerpt characterizing Barto, Pavel Nikolaevich

Having walked about three miles along the big Mozhaisk road, Pierre sat down on the edge of it.
Dusk fell on the ground, and the roar of the guns died down. Pierre, leaning on his arm, lay down and lay there for a long time, looking at the shadows moving past him in the darkness. It constantly seemed to him that a cannonball was flying at him with a terrible whistle; he shuddered and stood up. He didn't remember how long he had been here. In the middle of the night, three soldiers, having brought branches, placed themselves next to him and began to make a fire.
The soldiers, looking sideways at Pierre, lit a fire, put a pot on it, crumbled crackers into it and put lard in it. The pleasant smell of edible and fatty food merged with the smell of smoke. Pierre stood up and sighed. The soldiers (there were three of them) ate, not paying attention to Pierre, and talked among themselves.
- What kind of person will you be? - one of the soldiers suddenly turned to Pierre, obviously, by this question meaning what Pierre was thinking, namely: if you want something, we will give it to you, just tell me, are you an honest person?
- I? me?.. - said Pierre, feeling the need to belittle his social position as much as possible in order to be closer and more understandable to the soldiers. “I am truly a militia officer, only my squad is not here; I came to the battle and lost my own.
- Look! - said one of the soldiers.
The other soldier shook his head.
- Well, eat the mess if you want! - said the first and gave Pierre, licking it, a wooden spoon.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began to eat the mess, the food that was in the pot and which seemed to him the most delicious of all the foods that he had ever eaten. While he greedily bent over the pot, picking up large spoons, chewing one after another and his face was visible in the light of the fire, the soldiers silently looked at him.
-Where do you want it? You tell me! – one of them asked again.
– I’m going to Mozhaisk.
- Are you now a master?
- Yes.
- What’s your name?
- Pyotr Kirillovich.
- Well, Pyotr Kirillovich, let’s go, we’ll take you. In complete darkness, the soldiers, together with Pierre, went to Mozhaisk.

That was the name of my maternal grandfather. He was from a good family, dating back to the legendary Scottish filibuster, the last sea robber of the Northern seas of Europe, named Barto. I recently learned that this Scottish family is known as Bartholomew, which is similar to the name of the Apostle Bartholomew. However, my grandfather’s mother, my great-grandmother, Lidia Eduardovna, was a pure German, which was reflected in both the appearance and character of Pavel Nikolaevich. In his youth, he studied ballet, devoted his whole life to the study of birds and their habits, and most importantly, he had an undoubted poetic talent. Grandfather was very handsome in his young years. Subsequently, he was distinguished by his refined manners and dignified presence, which made an irresistible impression on the fair half of humanity.

Pavel Nikolaevich Barto married early. His first chosen one was Anna Volova, who never wanted to part with her husband’s romantic surname. Their marriage was not happy, largely due to differences in religious beliefs. The only son, a handsome boy Edgar, died during a bicycle ride, having asked to ride “for half an hour” before lunch. He was hit and killed by a car. Edgar was about twenty years old.

To this day, my grandfather’s archives contain small books from the thirties, co-authored by husband and wife, Pavel and Agnia Barto. All children in the Soviet Union learned to read from them: “The grimy girl,” “Tanya, don’t cry,” and others. Soon after the divorce, Pavel Barto met my grandmother Lyubov and married her.

My grandfather was a convinced esthete and, above all, valued beauty in life. This was especially evident in everyday little things, which for us, grandchildren, was undoubtedly a positive thing. I still remember my grandfather's face. A sharp, bird-like nose with a characteristic German hump; a mouth beautifully framed by thin lips; expressive eyes with a rapidly changing range of looks, from good-naturedly cheerful to aloofly touchy. My grandfather was well physically developed and watched his figure all his life. Dressed to perfection, in immaculately clean clothes, he could perhaps be called a gentleman among his peers, and even more so among young men.

After the war, the union with my grandmother, unfortunately, also fell apart, but the presence of grandfather Pavel was always felt in our boyish life. I remember how, together with my grandmother, we twins visited our grandfather’s house in Lvov, where he lived with his last wife, Renata Nikolaevna Willer, until they moved to Moscow. As a seven-year-old boy, I remember the wonderful, green city of Lviv with its parks and elegant houses of Western architecture. Of course, perfect order reigned in my grandfather’s house! Renata, a German by birth, is still alive and lives in her native Germany...

Grandfather sits down to have breakfast (we perched on both sides of him, like little sparrows next to an imposing pigeon). On the table are amazing translucent cups and saucers made of fine German porcelain, silver teaspoons with monograms - the remnants of their former pre-revolutionary splendor... Grandfather picturesquely eats homemade cottage cheese, sprinkled with currant jam, the so-called “vitamin”... It’s scary to even breathe, let alone swallow the exquisite dish ...

So my grandfather takes me out into the front garden. There, like the German army on the parade ground, they were planted in a geometric order: parsley, dill, radishes, lettuce - in an artistic frame of marigolds and violets. Grandfather loved flowers very much, tirelessly tinkered with them, and seemed to know by heart all the names of cultivated garden plants...

We are walking through a luxurious Lviv park... My grandfather literally ordered me to share the walk with him. Having shown obstinacy at first, at the first contact with nature I was already completely absorbed by it. Grandfather made me listen to the chirping of the little birds... and identified the voices of the robin, willow warbler, chaffinch and his other friends. He really loved them. In his poetry collections, birds come to life and seem to begin to sing. The books were designed by talented artists, just like my grandfather, patriots of the forest and its inhabitants.

Do you remember, friends, how great was the influence of Pavel Barto on the female sex. This was especially evident in relation to cashiers, ticket attendants, and museum curators, who, when they saw grandfather, became numb and silently let him through always and everywhere. One day, encountering unexpected resistance, the grandfather opened his eyes wide, with a mysterious look, took a writer’s certificate from his breast pocket and slowly, clearly uttered a phrase with the intonation of a rhetorical question: “What if I’m a child writer?..”. The stunned gatekeeper withdrew herself - and the entrance was free, as always. In this regard, he was able to walk through walls. Perhaps his visit to the dean of the Faculty of Philology at Moscow University greatly contributed to the fact that I was identified as a student, although I lacked half a point for admission based on the results of the exams passed.

My grandfather had special hopes for me, seeing in his grandson a continuation of his literary gift. But God helped me to serve his immortal soul. My grandfather was not a church person, like many representatives of the Russian intelligentsia of the twentieth century. Having once refused to cooperate with the “authorities,” he was consigned to literary oblivion as a writer, unlike his highly successful first wife, who became a luminary of Soviet poetry.

However, my grandfather had a high opinion of his calling. Sometimes he said that he became familiar with the Divine in the very process of poetic creativity. All his life he kept diaries with German punctuality and painstakingness, leaving behind entire suitcases of thick notebooks covered in small handwriting. During my student years, I managed to introduce my grandfather to the talented Moscow preacher, priest Vyacheslav Reznikov, May the Kingdom of Heaven be upon him... My grandfather was impressed that he had graduated from the Literary Institute at one time. A serious cancer illness depleted the strength of grandfather Pavel, who was always distinguished by his amazing external dynamics and liveliness of character. It was hard for him to be forced to his sickbed. Father found a common language with the poet-ornithologist, confessed him and introduced him (for the first time since childhood) to the Holy Mysteries of Christ. Finally, the grandfather came to life in soul and truly became a partaker of the Divine! Before the revolution, he was baptized in the Church of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul in Lefortovo. Not far from his native church, he found his resting place - at the Vvedensky (German) cemetery, near his ancestors and relatives. The grave always emanates cleanliness, neatness and peace... His faithful companion, Renata, a Protestant by baptism, has already prepared a tablet for herself, where the year of her birth is engraved, but there is no date of death...

Now I understand how much I owe to my grandfather Pavel and the image of a gentleman that he tried to embody in his life. And this despite the fact that the blood of the last Scottish filibuster flows in our veins. Of course, if you believe the family legends of ancient times...

Well, guess who she is - the most famous?

You won’t have to guess for long: there are only one or two poetesses in our literature: Akhmatova with Tsvetaeva in Russian classical, A Khmadulina and Drunina in the thaw, unhappy Tsetka, to whom a mustache or handkerchief was always added in the bellite reading book, disgraced Arsenyev and forgotten Geniusz. And she.

Rasul Gamzatov once said about this poetess: she has more readers than the population of some continents. And this is true: her books are read, reread, republished, and bought in hundreds of millions of copies without hesitation. Publishers, without a doubt, print her poems in the largest circulations. Still. And even when the paper book almost dies, its books will remain. Because her audience simply cannot live without a paper book.

Yes, I am Agni Barto, the most remarkable of all children's poets I know, who lived an amazing, but not very well-known life...

Fact one: about Mayakovsky

Agnia was born in 1907, began writing very early, in 1925 she was already noticed by the People's Commissariat for Education Lunacharsky - her youth was spent at arm's length from geniuses. The girl’s idol, her first ardent reading love and the hero of her poetic dream was Vladimir Mayakovsky: books of poems read to holes, lines memorized, a desperate desire to meet...

One day, while playing tennis with a friend at the writers’ dachas, Agnia ran for a ball and... saw Mayakovsky behind the fence! This was the fence of the very dacha about which he wrote his “An Extraordinary Adventure...”.

How many times later did Agnia come running here, looking for the Poet! And he gave a reason: he walked with his hands folded behind his back, immersed in poetic reverie... Agnia came up with a whole speech: what exactly would she say when Mayakovsky raised his eyes to her. He didn’t lift it even once - and this saved the girl from shame. The speech, Barto later recalled, was terrible.

Fact two: about the front

During the war, Agnia Barto was sent to evacuation. But she asked and asked to go to the front. She was, of course, turned down: age, reservations - they were saving writers. Barto turned out to be very persistent, and in the end she was sent to the trenches for a month as part of a propaganda brigade. And she read poetry - in hospitals, in the trenches of the front line. Children's poems: about a grimy girl, about the Chinese little Wang Li, about a bear and his paw... The soldiers cried: the poems reminded them of children.

Fact three: about cinema
Agnia Barto is not only a wonderful children's poetess. She is a successful film screenwriter. “The Foundling” with Ranevskaya and the famous “All sorts of people walk around here, and then the piano disappears” - a film based on the script by Agnia Barto (co-authored, by the way, by Rina Zelenaya, who is not aware - an actress known to everyone for her role as the Turtle Toltilla). And then there is the wonderful children’s film “Alyosha Ptitsyn Develops Character” and the wonderful film “10,000 Boys” - her contribution to Soviet cinema.

Fact four: about the work of life

In the spring of 1945, Agnia experienced a terrible tragedy. They returned from evacuation - and in a Moscow courtyard, her eldest son, eighteen-year-old student Edgar Barto, was hit by a car. The death of her first child crippled the writer; she withdrew into herself and stopped writing.

Terrible melancholy pushed her towards those who were even worse off: she began visiting orphanages, asking children about their parents and helping them in search of relatives. Soon letters from a variety of people began to arrive at Barto's address asking for help in the search.

Then there were so many letters that two suitcases were placed in the corridor: the postman unloaded correspondence there, and Agnia Lvovna read it at night and wrote it herself - to the authorities, to orphanages, to military registration and enlistment offices... From this work the radio program “Find a Person” was born - the prototype of the modern "Wait for me". Agnia Barto led it for more than ten years.

Fact five: about poetry

But why exactly her poems? How are they better than the poems of hundreds of other poets and poetesses, every day storming the heights of such seemingly undemanding literature - literature for children?

Literary critics explain: the secret is in clear, simple words, clear rhythm, light, sharp rhymes, color and subject solutions of the verse that coincide with the child’s vision of the world, their specificity (note: her heroes always have a name and character, even if it is a tiny quatrain about Tanya and a ball) and the absence of striking morality.

And also in an amazing modernity: Agnia Barto is as close to today’s children as it was to the first readers of her first poems back in 1920.

Although the world is already completely, completely different, and the children are completely, completely different, and the parents...

Times, pedagogical concepts and rules change - but her bears with paws, hares on benches, bulls on boards are still interesting and understandable to everyone.

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