Matusovsky, Mikhail Lvovich. Matusovsky Mikhail Lvovich - poet M. Matusovsky biography

Was born on July 10 (23 in a new style) in Lugansk in a working class family.
Childhood years were spent in the city, surrounded by factories, mines, railway workshops, narrow-gauge railways.
After graduating from a construction college, he began to work at a factory. At the same time, he began to publish his poems in local newspapers and magazines, often spoke at literary evenings, having already received recognition then.
In the early 1930s, he came to Moscow to study at the Literary Institute, listened to lectures by Hudzia and Pospelov, Anikst and Isbakh, Asmus and Sokolov. I was carried away by ancient Russian literature.
In 1939, after graduating from the institute, he entered graduate school, working for three years on a dissertation research under the guidance of N. Gudzia, an expert on Old Russian literature. The defense of the dissertation, scheduled for June 27, one thousand nine hundred and forty-one, did not take place - the war began, and Matusovsky, having received a war correspondent's certificate, went to the front. N. Hudziy obtained permission for the defense to take place without the presence of the applicant, and Matusovsky, being at the front, received a telegram about the conferment of the degree of candidate of philological sciences to him.
The front-line newspapers regularly published poetic feuilletons and ditties of Matusovsky, and most importantly - his songs. During the war, collections of poems were published: "Front" (1942), "When the Ilmen Lake makes noise" (1944); in the postwar years - "Listening to Moscow" (1948), "Peace Street" (1951), etc.
Matusovsky is a popular songwriter who has written such well-known songs as "School Waltz", "Moscow Nights", "At Nameless Height", "Where Does the Motherland Begin?", "Fly, Doves" and many others. He wrote songs for the films "True Friends", "Trial of Loyalty", "Unyielding" and others. M. Matusovsky died in 1990 in Moscow. It is very symbolic that the monument was erected near the Luhansk State Institute of Culture and Arts. This quiet corner on Red Square, among firs and chestnuts, protected from the hustle and bustle. The students of the institute pass this place every day and the image of the poet seems to be present among them. The monument itself also displays the poet's favorite corner, standing near a bench on which an open book lies. Pigeons, not afraid of the presence of Mikhail Lvovich, peacefully coo nearby. The lamppost, cut with inscriptions with a loudspeaker installed on it, symbolizes the wartime, which was the time of Mikhail Lvovich's work. The poet himself seemed to stand still for a moment, composing a new line.
Monument to Matusovsky in Lugansk

There are always flowers near the monument. This is a tribute to the people of Luhansk to their great compatriot

After graduating from a construction college in Lugansk, he worked at a factory. At the same time, he began to publish his poems in local newspapers and magazines. In 1939 he graduated from (MIFLI). He listened to lectures by N. K. Gudzia and G. N. Pospelov, A. A. Anikst and A. A. Isbakh, V. F. Asmus and Yu. M. Sokolov. In the same year, 1939, he became a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR.

After graduating from MIFLI, Matusovsky continued his postgraduate studies at the Department of Old Russian Literature, where, under the scientific supervision of N.K. Gudzia, he prepared his Ph.D. thesis on the topic "Essays on the Poetic Style of Old Russian Military Stories of the Period of the Tatar Invasion of Russia." However, the applicant did not appear to defend his dissertation, scheduled for June 27, 1941: the Great Patriotic War began, and, having received a war correspondent's certificate, he was already at the front. Professor Hudziy insisted that the defense pass in the absence of the applicant. A few days later, who was at the front, Matusovsky received a telegram about the conferment of the degree of candidate of philological sciences.

During the Great Patriotic War, Matusovsky worked as a war correspondent for the newspapers of the Western, North-Western, Second Belorussian fronts. The front-line newspapers regularly published poetic feuilletons and ditties of Matusovsky. His first song "I Returned to My Homeland", created together with the composer M. G. Fradkin, sounded immediately after the end of the war.

During the war, collections of poems were published: "Front" (1942), "When the Ilmen Lake makes noise" (1944); in the post-war years - collections and books of poems and songs: "Listening to Moscow" (1948), "Peace Street" (1951), "Everything that is dear to me" (1957), "Poems remain in the ranks" (1958), "Moscow Region evenings "(1960)," How are you, Earth "(1963)," Do not forget "(1964)," The Shadow of a Man. A book of poems about Hiroshima, about her struggle and her suffering, about her people and her stones "(1968)," It was recently, it was long ago "(1970)," The essence: poems and poems "(1979)," Selected works in two volumes "(1982)," Family Album "(1983) and many others.

Memory

The monument to Matusovsky was installed in Lugansk on Red Square near the Leningrad State Academy of Arts. The Interregional Union of Writers established a literary prize named after A. Mikhail Matusovsky, intended for Russian-speaking poets.

It is very symbolic that the monument was erected near the Luhansk State Institute of Culture and Arts. This is a quiet corner on Red Square, among fir trees and chestnuts, protected from the hustle and bustle. The students of the institute pass this place every day and the image of the poet seems to be present among them. The monument itself also displays the poet's favorite corner, standing near a bench on which an open book lies. Pigeons, not afraid of Mikhail Lvovich's presence, peacefully coo alongside. The lamppost, cut with inscriptions with a loudspeaker installed on it, symbolizes the wartime, which was the time of the work of Mikhail Lvovich. The poet himself seemed to stand still for a moment, composing a new line. There are always flowers near the monument. This is a tribute of the people of Luhansk to their great compatriot.

The poet M.L. Matusovsky is depicted on the first postage stamp of the LPR.

The asteroid of the main belt (2295) Matusovsky, discovered on August 19, 1977 by the Soviet astronomer N. S. Chernykh at the Crimean Astrophysical Observatory, is named in honor of the poet.

Awards and prizes

• USSR State Prize in Literature (1977) with the wording: "for poems of recent years";
• two Orders of the Patriotic War, 1st degree (5.6.1945; 6.4.1985);
• Order of the Red Star (04/29/1942);
• medals.

Essays

Poetry

Popular songs on poems by M. Matusovsky

• "And the fog falls on the meadows" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• "Oh, what lightning today" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• "The Ballad of the Soldier" (music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy) - isp. Sergey Zakharov, Eduard Gil
• "The Ballad of the Frontline Cameraman" (music by V. Basner) - isp. German Orlov
• "Birch sap" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Leonid Bortkevich (VIA "Pesnyary")
• “There was destiny” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Galina Kovaleva, Eduard Khil, Lyubov Isaeva
• "In the days of war" (music. A. Petrov) from the movie "Battalions are asking for fire" - isp. Nikolay Karachentsov
• "At this festive hour" (music by I. Dunaevsky) - isp. Lyubov Kazarnovskaya
• “I returned home” (music by M. Fradkin) - isp. Yuri Bogatikov
• "Waltz Evening" (music by I. Dunaevsky) - isp. Georgy Vinogradov
• "It's fun to walk together" (music by V. Shainsky) - isp. Big Children's Choir of State TV and Radio conducted by Viktor Popov
• "Vologda" (music by B. Mokrousov) is best known in the performance of Anatoly Kasheparov (VIA "Pesnyary", 1976). Written in 1956, creator of the role - Vladimir Nechaev, later transferred by the authors for the play "White Clouds" (Maly Theater, directed by E. R. Simonov, performer - Mikhail Novokhizhin)
• "Truck - front-line soldier" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Lev Barashkov
• "Road song" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• “And only because we will win” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Joseph Kobzon, Eduard Gil
• “A man in love is walking” (music by O. Feltsman) - isp. Georg Ots
• "There is a working class" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Academic Big Choir Gosteleradio
• From the movie Test of Loyalty (music by I. Dunaevsky)
• "What, tell me, your name is" (1974) (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• “The cruiser“ Aurora ”” (music by V. Shainsky) from the movie “Aurora” (directed by R. Kachanov) - isp. Big Children's Choir of State TV and Radio conducted by Viktor Popov
• "Noughts and crosses" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Taisiya Kalinchenko and Eduard Khil
• "Fly, pigeons, fly ..." (music by I. Dunaevsky) - isp. Bolshoi Children's Choir of State Television and Radio
• "The Boat" (music by T. Khrennikov) - isp. Valentina Tolkunova
• "Let's wave without looking" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Vitaly Kopylov
• "I remembered again" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Pavel Kravetsky
• "Moscow Windows" (music by T. Khrennikova) - isp. Joseph Kobzon
• "My dear land" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Pavel Kravetsky
• "We are children of the wartime" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Children's Choir of Leningrad Radio and TV
• “At a Nameless Height” (to music by Veniamin Basner) from the film “Silence” (directed by V. Basov) - isp. Yuri Gulyaev, Lev Barashkov, Yuri Bogatikov, Eduard Khil.
• “Do not look for lilies of the valley in the month of April” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Lyudmila Senchina
• "Unforgotten Song" (music by M. Blanter) - isp. Yuri Gulyaev, Alibek Dnishev
• "Night Behind the Wall" (music by V. Basner) from the movie "Return to Life"
• “Why are you indifferent to me” (music by V. Shainsky) from the film “And Aniskin Again” - isp. Andrey Mironov
• "About the Native" Sharik "(music by S. Kats) - isp. Victor Selivanov
• "One on One" (music by V. Basner) from the film "3% Risk" - isp. Alexander Khochinsky
• "Song of the Whistle" (music by E. Kolmanovsky)
• "Song of Friendship" or "True Friends" (music by T. Khrennikov) from the film "True Friends" - isp. Alexander Borisov, Vasily Merkuriev and Boris Chirkov
• "Song of the Park"
• “A pilot cannot but fly” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• "Write to us, girlfriends" (music by I. Dunaevsky) - isp. M. Kiselev
• "Border outpost" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Edward Gil
• "Moscow Nights" (to music by Vasily Solovyov-Sedoy) - isp. Vladimir Troshin
• "Call signs" (music by V. Shainsky) from the movie "And again Aniskin" - isp. Joseph Kobzon
• "Kulikovo Field" (music by T. Khrennikov) - isp. Joseph Kobzon
• "Assignment" (music by I. Dunaevsky)
• "Goodbye, pigeons" (music by M. Fradkin) - isp. V. Tolkunova and the BGKh Gosteleradio group
• "Lapin's Romance" or "That the Heart is So Disturbed" (music by T. Khrennikov) from the film "True Friends" - isp. Alexander Borisov
• "Where the Motherland Begins" (music by V. Basner) from the film "Shield and Sword" (directed by V. Basov) - isp. Mark Bernes
• "Lilac Mist" (music by Y. Sashin) - isp. Vladimir Markin
• "The Starlings Have Arrived" (music by I. Dunaevsky)
• "A soldier is always a soldier" (music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy) - isp. Red Banner ensemble named after Alexandrova
• "Old Maple" (music by A. Pakhmutova) from the movie "Girls" - isp. Luciena Ovchinnikova and Nikolay Pogodin, Alla Abdalova and Lev Leshchenko, Irina Brzhevskaya and Joseph Kobzon
• “The river where you were born” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Lyudmila Senchina and Eduard Gil
• "Tango" or "Do you have talent" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Andrey Mironov
• "You and me" (music by V. Basner) - isp. Valentina Tolkunova and Leonid Serebrennikov
• "Good girls" (music by A. Pakhmutova) from the movie "Girls"
• “The whole night the nightingale was whistling to us” (music by V. Basner) from the film “Days of the Turbins” - isp. Lyudmila Senchina
• "The Black Sea is mine" ("... The bluest in the world, the Black Sea is mine ...") (music by O. Feltsman) - isp. Georg Ots
• "School waltz" ("Long ago, funny friends, we said goodbye to the school ...") (music by I. Dunaevsky) - isp. V. Bunchikov, M. Pakhomenko
• “It was recently” (music by V. Basner) - isp. Oleg Anofriev

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Literature

• S. I. Khozieva Russian Writers and Poets: A Brief Biographical Dictionary. - M .: Ripol Classic, 2002 .-- 576 p. - ISBN 5-7905-1200-3.

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- Ours again retreated. Near Smolensk, they say, - answered Pierre.
- My God, my God! - said the count. - Where is the manifesto?
- Proclamation! Oh yes! - Pierre started looking for papers in his pockets and could not find them. Continuing to pop his pockets, he kissed the hand of the countess who had entered and looked anxiously around, obviously expecting Natasha, who did not sing anymore, but did not come into the living room either.
“By God, I don’t know where I’m doing it,” he said.
“Well, she’ll always lose everything,” said the Countess. Natasha entered with a softened, agitated face and sat down, silently looking at Pierre. As soon as she entered the room, Pierre's face, previously gloomy, beamed, and he, continuing to look for the papers, glanced at her several times.
- By God, I'll move, I forgot at home. By all means ...
“Well, you’ll be late for dinner.”
- Ah, and the coachman has left.
But Sonya, who went to the hall to look for the papers, found them in Pierre's hat, where he carefully put them behind the lining. Pierre wanted to read.
“No, after dinner,” said the old count, who evidently foresaw great pleasure in this reading.
At lunch, at which they drank champagne to the health of the new George Knight, Shinshin told the city news about the illness of the old Georgian princess, that Metivier had disappeared from Moscow, and that some German was brought to Rostopchin and told him that it was champignon (this is how Count Rostopchin himself told), and how Count Rostopchin ordered the champignon to be released, telling the people that it was not a champignon, but just an old German mushroom.
“They’re grabbing them, they’s grabbing them,” said the count. Now is not the time.
- Have you heard? - said Shinshin. - Prince Golitsyn took a Russian teacher, he studies in Russian - il commence a devenir dangereux de parler francais dans les rues. [it becomes dangerous to speak French in the streets.]
- Well, Count Pyotr Kirilich, how will the militia be assembled, and you will have to mount a horse? Said the old count, addressing Pierre.
Pierre was silent and thoughtful throughout this dinner. He, as if not understanding, looked at the count at this address.
- Yes, yes, to the war, - he said, - no! What a warrior I am! And yet, everything is so strange, so strange! I don’t understand myself. I do not know, I am so far from military tastes, but nowadays no one can answer for themselves.
After dinner, the count sat down calmly in an armchair and with a serious face asked Sonya, who was famous for her reading skills, to read.
- “The first capital of our Moscow.
The enemy entered with great forces into the borders of Russia. He is going to ruin our dear fatherland, ”Sonya read diligently in her thin voice. The count, closing his eyes, listened, sighing impulsively in some places.
Natasha sat stretched out, searchingly and directly looking first at her father, then at Pierre.
Pierre felt her gaze on him and tried not to look back. The Countess shook her head disapprovingly and angrily at every solemn expression of the manifesto. In all these words she saw only that the dangers threatening her son would not end soon. Shinshin, putting his mouth into a mocking smile, obviously prepared to scoff at what would be the first to present himself for mockery: over the reading of Sonya, over what the count would say, even over the very appeal, if no better pretext could be presented.
After reading about the dangers that threaten Russia, about the hopes the tsar placed on Moscow, and especially on the famous nobility, Sonya, with a trembling voice, stemming mainly from the attention with which she was listened to, read the last words: “We will not hesitate to become among our people in this capital and in other states of our places for the meeting and leadership of all our militias, both now blocking the path of the enemy, and again arranged to defeat him, wherever they appear. Let destruction turn into which he thinks to bring us down, to his head, and let Europe, freed from slavery, exalt the name of Russia! "
- That's it! - cried the count, opening wet eyes and several times interrupting from puffing, as if a bottle of strong vinegar salt was being brought to his nose. - Just tell the emperor, we will sacrifice everything and will not regret anything.
Shinshin had not yet had time to say the joke he had prepared on the count's patriotism when Natasha jumped up from her seat and ran to her father.
- What a delight, this dad! She said, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with that unconscious coquetry that returned to her along with her animation.
- That's a patriot! - said Shinshin.
- Not a patriot at all, but simply ... - Natasha answered offendedly. - Everything is funny to you, but this is not a joke at all ...
- What a joke! - repeated the count. - Just say the word, we will all go ... We are not some Germans ...
- And you noticed, - said Pierre, - that said: "for a meeting."
- Well, for whatever it is ...
At this time, Petya, to whom no one was paying attention, went up to his father and, all red, breaking, now in a coarse, now in a thin voice, said:
- Well now, papa, I will resolutely say - and mamma, too, as you wish - I will resolutely say that you will let me into military service, because I cannot ... that's all ...
The countess looked up in horror to heaven, threw up her hands and angrily turned to her husband.
- So I agreed! - she said.
But the count at the same moment recovered from his excitement.
“Well, well,” he said. - Here's a warrior yet! Leave nonsense: you have to study.
- This is not nonsense, papa. Obolensky Fedya is younger than me and is also walking, and most importantly, all the same, I can’t learn anything now that ... - Petya stopped, blushed to the point of sweat and said the same: - when the fatherland is in danger.
- Full, full, nonsense ...
- But you yourself said that we will sacrifice everything.
“Petya, I’m telling you, shut up,” shouted the count, looking back at his wife, who, turning pale, looked with fixed eyes at her younger son.
- And I tell you. So Pyotr Kirillovich will say ...
- I'm telling you - nonsense, the milk has not dried up yet, but wants to go to military service! Well, well, I’m telling you, - and the count, taking the papers with him, probably to read it again in his study before resting, went out of the room.
- Pyotr Kirillovich, well, let's go have a smoke ...
Pierre was confused and indecisive. Natasha's unusually bright and lively eyes, incessantly, more than affectionately addressing him, brought him into this state.
- No, I think I'll go home ...
- How to go home, but you wanted an evening with us ... And that rarely began to be. And this one of mine ... - said the count good-naturedly, pointing to Natasha, - only with you she was cheerful ...
- Yes, I forgot ... I definitely need to go home ... Business ... - Pierre said hastily.
“Well, goodbye,” said the count, leaving the room altogether.
- Why are you leaving? Why are you upset? Why? .. - asked Pierre Natasha, defiantly looking into his eyes.
“Because I love you! - he wanted to say, but he did not say it, he blushed to tears and lowered his eyes.
- Because it is better for me to visit you less often ... Because ... no, I just have things to do.
- From what? no, tell me, ”Natasha began resolutely, and suddenly she fell silent. They both looked at each other in fear and embarrassment. He tried to grin, but could not: his smile expressed anguish, and he silently kissed her hand and left.
Pierre decided not to visit the Rostovs again with himself.

Petya, after receiving a decisive refusal, went to his room and there, shutting himself away from everyone, wept bitterly. They did everything as if they had not noticed anything, when he came to tea, silent and gloomy, with tear-stained eyes.
The emperor arrived the next day. Several of the Rostov households asked for time off to go and look at the tsar. That morning Petya dressed for a long time, combed his hair and arranged his collars like those of big ones. He frowned in front of the mirror, made gestures, shrugged his shoulders, and finally, without telling anyone, put on his cap and left the house from the back porch, trying not to be noticed. Petya decided to go straight to the place where the sovereign was, and directly explain to some chamberlain (it seemed to Petya that the sovereign was always surrounded by chamberlains) that he, Count Rostov, despite his youth, wants to serve the fatherland, that youth cannot be an obstacle for devotion and that he is ready ... Petya, while he was getting ready, prepared many wonderful words that he would say to the chamberlain.
Petya counted on the success of his presentation to the sovereign precisely because he was a child (Petya even thought how everyone would be surprised at his youth), and at the same time, in the arrangement of his collars, in his hairdo and in a sedate slow gait, he wanted to present himself as an old man. But the farther he went, the more he entertained himself with the people who were arriving and arriving at the Kremlin, the more he forgot the observance of the gravity and sluggishness characteristic of adults. Approaching the Kremlin, he already began to make sure that he was not pushed, and resolutely, with a menacing look, put his elbows on his sides. But at the Trinity Gate, despite all his decisiveness, people, who probably did not know for what patriotic purpose he went to the Kremlin, so pressed him against the wall that he had to submit and stop while at the gate with a buzzing under the arches the sound of the carriages drove by. Near Petit stood a woman with a footman, two merchants and a retired soldier. After standing at the gate for some time, Petya, without waiting for all the carriages to pass, wanted to move on ahead of the others and began to work decisively with his elbows; but the woman standing opposite him, to whom he first directed his elbows, angrily shouted at him:
- What, barchuk, pushing, you see - everyone is standing. Well to climb that!
“So everyone will climb,” said the footman, and, also starting to work with his elbows, pushed Petya into the stinking corner of the gate.
Petya wiped off the sweat that covered his face with his hands, and straightened his collars, soaked with sweat, which he had set up at home as well as the big ones.
Petya felt that he had an unpresentable appearance, and was afraid that if he presented himself to the chamberlains like that, he would not be allowed to see the sovereign. But there was no way to recover and go to another place because of the cramped conditions. One of the passing generals was an acquaintance of the Rostovs. Petya wanted to ask him for help, but felt that it would be contrary to courage. When all the carriages had passed, the crowd rushed in and carried Petya out to the square, which was all occupied by people. Not only in the area, but on the slopes, on the roofs, there were people everywhere. As soon as Petya found himself on the square, he clearly heard the sounds of bells and the joyful folk dialect that filled the entire Kremlin.
At one time the square was more spacious, but suddenly all heads opened, everything rushed forward somewhere else. Petya was squeezed so that he could not breathe, and everyone shouted: “Hurray! urrah! Hurray! ”Petya stood up on tiptoe, pushed and pinched, but could not see anything except the people around him.
All faces had one common expression of tenderness and delight. One merchant's wife, standing beside Petya, was sobbing, and tears flowed from her eyes.
- Father, angel, father! She said, wiping her tears with her finger.
- Hooray! - shouted from all sides. The crowd stood in one place for a minute; but then she rushed forward again.
Petya, unable to remember himself, gritting his teeth and rolling out his eyes brutally, rushed forward, working with his elbows and shouting "hurray!" with the same cries of "hurray!"
“So that's what the sovereign is! - Petya thought. “No, I can't submit a petition to him myself, it's too bold!” Despite the fact that he was still desperately pushing forward, and from behind the backs of the front ones he flashed an empty space with a red cloth covered with a passage; but at this time the crowd hesitated back (from the front, the police pushed those who had advanced too close to the procession; the emperor was passing from the palace to the Assumption Cathedral), and Petya unexpectedly received such a blow in the side on the ribs and was so crushed that suddenly everything in his eyes became clouded and he lost consciousness. When he came to, some clergyman, with a bun of gray hair back and in a worn blue cassock, probably a sexton, was holding him under his arm with one hand, and with the other guarding him from the pressing crowd.
- Barchonka crushed! - said the deacon. - Well so! .. easier ... run over, run over!
The sovereign went to the Assumption Cathedral. The crowd evened out again, and the deacon led Petya, pale and not breathing, to the Tsar's cannon. Several people took pity on Petya, and suddenly the whole crowd turned to him, and there was already a crush around him. Those who stood closer, served him, unbuttoned his coat, seated him on the platform of the cannon and rebuked someone - those who crushed him.
- That way you can crush to death. What is this! Do murder! You see, dear, as the tablecloth has become white, - said the voices.
Petya soon came to his senses, the color returned to his face, the pain passed, and for this temporary trouble he got a place on the cannon, with which he hoped to see the sovereign who had to go back. Petya no longer thought about filing a petition. If only he could see him - and then he would consider himself happy!
During the service in the Assumption Cathedral - a joint prayer service on the occasion of the sovereign's arrival and a prayer of thanks for the conclusion of peace with the Turks - the crowd spread; shouting sellers of kvass, gingerbread, poppy, to which Petya was especially a hunter, appeared, and ordinary conversations were heard. One merchant's wife showed her torn shawl and reported how expensive it was bought; the other said that today all silk fabrics have become dear. The sexton, the savior of Petit, talked with the official about who and who is serving with the Right Reverend today. The sexton repeated several times the word soborny, which Petya did not understand. Two young tradesmen joked with the courtyard girls, gnawing nuts. All these conversations, especially jokes with girls, which were especially attractive for Petya at his age, all these conversations now did not interest Petya; ou sat on his cannon dais, still agitated at the thought of the sovereign and of his love for him. The coincidence of the feeling of pain and fear, when he was squeezed, with a feeling of delight, made him even more aware of the importance of this moment.
Suddenly, cannon shots were heard from the embankment (they were shooting to commemorate peace with the Turks), and the crowd rushed swiftly to the embankment to watch the shooting. Petya also wanted to run there, but the deacon, who had taken the little man under his protection, did not let him go. Shots still continued, when officers, generals, chamberlains ran out of the Assumption Cathedral, then others came out not so hastily, again the caps were removed from their heads, and those who ran away to watch the guns ran back. Finally, four more men in uniforms and ribbons emerged from the doors of the cathedral. "Hooray! Hooray! The crowd shouted again.

Matusovsky Mikhail Lvovich biography and interesting facts from the life of a Soviet songwriter are outlined in this article.

Matusovsky Mikhail Lvovich biography briefly

The future poet was born in 1915 in the Ukrainian city of Lugansk. The first poem was written by Mikhail at the age of 12.

After receiving secondary education, he enters a construction college, after which he works at a factory. But deep down, Mikhail feels that labor achievements are by no means for him. He is more concerned with the poems that he wrote and published in local publications.

Once, Evgeny Dolmatovsky and Yaroslav Smelyakov came to the plant where Mikhail Matusovsky worked. He showed the poets his notebook of poetry. After reading it, they recommended Matusovsky to enter the Literary Institute.

Matusovsky in 1935 entered the Literary Institute. Gorky at the Faculty of Philology. Studying was exciting for him, giving him a new life and friends. In 1939, Mikhail Lvovich was admitted to the USSR Writers' Union.

During the Great Patriotic War, he works as a correspondent for front-line newspapers, which published his ditties, poems and feuilletons.

After the war, the already famous poet fruitfully works with such composers as Alexandra Pakhmutova, Veniamin Basner, Vladimir Shainsky, Tikhon Khrennikov. His texts with musical accompaniment sounded in Soviet films.

Mikhail Lvovich Matusovsky died in 1990.

Famous songs of Matusovsky- "Moscow Nights", "Birch Juice", "Moscow Windows", "At an Nameless Height" and "Old Maple".

Mikhail Matusovsky interesting facts

Matusowski had very poor eyesight. Once he came close to the Germans. They wounded him in the leg and left him lying in a no-man's land. There was no way they could get him out. One orderly made an attempt to crawl to the wounded man, but he was killed. The second orderly managed to pull the wounded man out. In memory of this event, he wrote a verse "In memory of the orderly."

He was married to Evgenia Akimovna Matusovskaya. In 1945, the couple had a daughter, Elena, with a congenital heart defect. But the girl grew up as a very talented child. She later became an American painter. At the age of 32, she died of lung cancer. The poet was very worried about measuring his daughter. He and his wife adopted her child Gosha.

Matusovsky Mikhail Lvovich ... Having started this short article about his work, one involuntarily wonders what and how best to write about this poet, because there is not so much information about Matusovsky, and it is presented only by dry facts. And meanwhile, his lyrics were known not only to the entire Soviet Union, but, perhaps, the whole world!

What predetermined the fate of the future songwriter? Born in the summer of 1915 in an ordinary Ukrainian town of Lugansk. His childhood was no different from that of the average child of the Soviet era: loving parents, games, studies, friends and a passion for poetry. Misha's first poem was published when he was only twelve years old.

After school, Mikhail entered a civil engineering school, after which he began to work at the plant, however, he felt that the main thing for him was not labor achievements, but his own poems, which were often published on the pages of local print media.

Once the enterprise where the aspiring poet worked was visited by Yaroslav Smelyakov and Evgeny Dolmatovsky with a concert. Mikhail dared to show them a notebook with his poems. Having carefully studied the contents of the notebook pages, the famous poets passed the verdict: "You must definitely enter the Literary Institute."

In 1935 Matusovsky entered the philological faculty of the Gorky Literary Institute. Studying at the institute gave the young poet a new life and new friends. And already in 1939 Matusovsky Mikhail Lvovich became a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR.

All the years of the Great Patriotic War, Matusovsky worked as a correspondent for front-line newspapers, where his poems, feuilletons and ditties were systematically published.

In the post-war years, the already famous poet Matusovsky has fruitful cooperation with many composers, including Veniamin Basner and Alexandra Pakhmutova, Tikhon Khrennikov and Vladimir Shainsky. His texts with musical accompaniment began to sound in many Soviet films.

Mikhail Matusovsky passed away in the summer of 1990, but fans of his work believe that the poet simply froze for a moment, composing the lyrics of regular, imperishable songs, such as "Birch Sap", "Moscow Nights", "Moscow Windows", "Old Maple" , "At an unnamed height" ...

From the book of destinies. Mikhail Lvovich Matusovsky was born on July 23 (10), 1915 in Lugansk in a working class family. Childhood years were spent in the city, surrounded by factories, mines, railway workshops, narrow-gauge railways.

After graduating from a construction college, Mikhail began to work at the plant. At the same time, he began to publish his poems in local newspapers and magazines, often spoke at literary evenings, having already received recognition.

In the early 1930s, he came to Moscow to study at the Literary Institute, listened to lectures by Hudzia and Pospelov, Anikst and Isbakh, Asmus and Sokolov. I got carried away by ancient Russian literature.

In 1939 MM After graduating from the institute, he entered graduate school, worked for three years on a dissertation research under the guidance of N. Gudzia, an expert on Old Russian literature.

In the same, 1939, he became a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR.

The defense of the dissertation, scheduled for June 27, 1941, did not take place - the war began, and Mikhail, having received a war correspondent's certificate, went to the front. N. Hudziy obtained permission for the defense to take place without the presence of the applicant, and Matusovsky, being at the front, received a telegram about the conferment of the degree of candidate of philological sciences to him.

The front-line newspapers regularly published poetic feuilletons and ditties of Matusovsky, and most importantly - his songs.

During the war, collections of poems were published: "Front" (1942), "When the Ilmen Lake makes noise" (1944); in the post-war years - collections and books of poems and songs: "Listening to Moscow" (1948), "Peace Street" (1951), "Everything that is dear to me" (1957 "," Poems remain in the ranks "(1958)," Moscow Region evenings "(1960)," How are you, Earth "(1963)," Do not forget "(1964)," The shadow of a man. A book of poems about Hiroshima, about her struggle and her suffering, about her people and her stones "(1968) , “It was recently, it was long ago” (1970), “Essence: Poems and Poems” (1979), “Selected Works in Two Volumes” (1982), “Family Album” (1983) and many others.

Among the awards: the Order of the "Patriotic War I degree", "Red Star", "October Revolution", two orders of the "Red Banner of Labor".

Mikhail Lvovich is a laureate of the USSR State Prize (1977).

Composers Dunaevsky, Solovyov-Sedoy, Khrennikov, Blanter, Pakhmutova, Tsfasman, Mokrousov, Levitin, Shainsky have created wonderful songs to the words of Matusovsky. Especially a lot of songs were born to Mikhail Lvovich in collaboration with Veniamin Basner.

The monument to Mikhail Matusovsky was erected in Lugansk on Red Square.

Photographer? Musician? Poet!

I gave everything to the song in full, it is my life, my concern,

After all, people need a song as much as a bird needs wings to fly.

In Soviet times, when distinguished guests came to Lugansk, which periodically became Voroshilovgrad, they were shown little as attractions: memorial signs associated with the Civil and World War II, the workplace of the future red Marshal Klim Voroshilov at the diesel locomotive plant, the mining cities of Krasnodon and Rovenki fanned by the glory of the underground organization "Young Guard".

All this is certainly worthy of attention. But Lugansk is also the birthplace of famous writers, whose names are the pride of Russian literature. First of all, this is the great connoisseur of words, ethnographer, humanist Vladimir Dal. And here lived the author of the first Ukrainian dictionary Boris Grinchenko, Soviet writers Boris Gorbatov, Taras Rybas, Fedor Volny, Pavel Merciless (even in the surnames - the flavor of the era), Vladislav Titov, Mikhail Plyatskovsky ... And Mikhail Matusovsky, whose songs are considered folk, and this , they say, is the first sign by which the author is included in the category of "classics".

"Bike Ride" and "Family Album"

The old center of Lugansk, like an arrow, is crossed by the once most respectable and aristocratic St. Petersburg Street, which became Leninskaya in Soviet times. Once upon a time, burghers, service people, high school students strolled here in a formal and imposing manner, looking at the windows of chic shops, restaurants, and a photo studio. Over time, both the street and the customs became simpler, more democratic and, at the same time, provincial. The center has shifted to Sovetskaya Street.

And on Lenin's day, signs of the old life remained only in the architectural decorations of old mansions that had not been renovated for a long time. And it’s a long time since the photo studio of Lev Matusovsky, which opened about a hundred years ago and was one of the most popular in the city, has not been here.

The families of indigenous Luhansk people still keep photographs taken in this salon.

A thin wind will blow in the heart,

and you fly, you fly headlong.

And love on film

holds the soul by the sleeve.

Before the "Zeiss" lens of the master "passed the whole city - old and young, students and military, local and newcomers, married and single, drunk and sober, fat and skinny, in a hurry to leave a memory of themselves on sheets of identity cards or in family albums. My father was a kind of chronicler of the city, he knew the most cherished secrets. " This is an excerpt from the autobiographical book "Family Album" of Lev Matusovsky's youngest son, Mikhail, who could also become a photographer to the joy of his father, but became a poet to the delight of millions of readers and listeners. Yes, what!

Brick house, and smoke of shelter,

and the smell of wet laundry -

here is my pedigree ...

Father begged for pieces,

counted offenses and kicks,

and was happy when I got there

To the photographer as an apprentice ...

However, it could well have happened that instead of a popular poet, the world would find an equally wonderful musician. Little Misha had the corresponding inclinations. And his parents sometimes dreamed of an overcrowded concert hall with luxurious chandeliers, lit for their son, and himself, bowing to the audience. Misha himself tried to quickly dispel their illusions. “Although, perhaps, my musical talent has perished in me,” wrote Matusovsky in his book. But I did not see myself as a musician in the future: I wrote poetry already in my childhood ...

The first poem "Bicycle ride" was published in the regional newspaper "Luganskaya Pravda" at the age of 12. By the way, in the same issue, on the same page, was also printed a poem by his brother, whose further work we do not know. And Mikhail later, having become a recognized poet, considered his poems, created in childhood, "very bad". And he even asked for forgiveness "from patient Luhansk readers" ...

And chance helped too

Years passed. After leaving school, Matusovsky wrote posters for the factory club, drew cartoons for a large circulation, worked as a taper in a cinema. As a student of the Voroshilovgrad (Lugansk had already been renamed by that time) Construction College, he supervised the construction of a two-story building of a medical unit on the territory of a steam locomotive plant ...

During the war, many factory buildings were destroyed. But the building of the former medical unit still stands firmly and reliably. “This is how it turns out: how many cities and villages have burned down, hearths and roofs have collapsed, and a modest two-story house, for which one small fugasca would have been enough, is worth it. If only two of my lines of poetry withstood such a test of time as the house of my youth! " - these are lines from the same book of memoirs.

The foundation of Matusovsky's poems turned out to be no less solid than the house he built. But glory times are never rushed.

Probably, he would have been a good builder, although “studying at a technical school is unbearably boring,” he wrote to his friends, thinking, most likely, not about stress plots, but about poetic proportions. And it is good that His Majesty Chance intervened in his fate, as usual.

Poets from the capital - Yevgeny Dolmatovsky and Yaroslav Smelyakov - came to the city on Lugan with a creative meeting. The young construction technician Matusovsky brought to the guests a shabby notebook of his poems. And I heard from them: “There is something in you. Come to study in Moscow. "

Over the river, heartfelt ...

And now a citizen of Luhansk goes to conquer the capital. As he later said, he was driving with a suitcase of poetry, "threatening to fill the capital with his products." Having entered the Literary Institute, he became friends with Margarita Aliger, Evgeny Dolmatovsky, Konstantin Simonov.

Together with Simonov, after graduation, he entered graduate school at the Moscow Institute of History, Philosophy and Literature (in 1939). Konstantin Simonov, the same age and like-minded person, was one of his closest friends. On vacation we came to provincial Lugansk together, wrote and published in Moscow a joint book of stories and poems “Lugansk residents”.

Mikhail Lvovich's candidate dissertation was devoted to Old Russian literature. Her protection was scheduled for June 27, 1941. But, already on the night of the 22nd to the 23rd, the poet became aware that he should immediately receive the documents of a war correspondent and go to the front! As an exception, the defense of the thesis took place without an applicant. Already on the Western Front, he became aware of the award of the academic degree of candidate of philological sciences.

Military journalist Matusovsky fought on the North-Western, 2nd Belorussian, Western fronts of the Great Patriotic War. Among his front-line awards, to which he was nominated for courage and heroism, are the Order of the Red Star, the October Revolution, the First Class of the Patriotic War, the Red Banner of Labor, and medals.

In addition to front-line publications, both during the war and after it, Matusovsky wrote many lyrics on military topics. Almost always he took plots from life. Many of those songs have long been classics. But the poet saw in them only timid student sketches.

He really considered his first success "I Returned Home", which tells how, after the end of the war, the author returns to his hometown (Zarechnaya is one of the streets of old Luhansk):

I returned to my homeland. The birches are noisy on the way.

I served in a foreign land for many years without a vacation.

And now I walk, as in my youth, I walk along the Zarechnaya street,

And I don't recognize our quiet street at all ...

The music for this song was written by Mark Fradkin, the first performer was Leonid Utyosov. “I was happy and proud when Leonid Utyosov began to sing it ... After him, I believed in the strength and potential of the song,” the poet wrote.

To the question of nationality

And the fate of the song is interesting, to which he did not attach much importance.

A lilac mist floats over us.

The midnight star is burning above the vestibule.

The conductor is in no hurry, the conductor understands

that I say goodbye to the girl forever.

For a long time, it was considered a folklore version of the student anthem. It was sung around the fire and at the table, at train stations and in courtyard companies. They didn’t sing it only from the stage, because its servants labeled the song a little vulgar and even half-bad. What can I say, "This time is in your ears - BAM!" sounded, of course, more ideologically sustained. But at BAM the builders sang "Lilac Mist", preferring it to many other hateful hits recommended for execution.

Vladimir Markin returned a good song to the stage and on the radio, who himself, according to him, at first did not know who was the author of the words that were remembered by the listeners from the first time. Although the style of Matusowski is evident here - sincere, touching, sincere.

Many people also consider the song "Moscow Nights" a folk song. And, meanwhile, her fate was not easy (akin to the people's). It was created for the film "We were at the Spartakiad". The heads of the newsreel studio summoned the authors to Moscow to express their dissatisfaction with this "sluggish lyric song." Who knows these critics now, who remembers their "film masterpiece"? And "Moscow Nights" have lived for more than half a century and do not intend to lose their popularity.

The song "Where the Motherland Begins" became no less famous and beloved. By the way, he repeatedly changed the text, choosing the most accurate words, until the poems acquired the form and content that we know and love. Many works were written by Matusovsky specifically for cinema. Here are just some of "his" films: "Shield and Sword" (by the way, "Where does the Motherland begin?" The sailor from the "Comet" ...

Matusovsky's songs were performed by Leonid Utyosov, Mark Bernes, Vladimir Troshin, Georg Ots, Nikolay Rybnikov, Lev Leshchenko, Muslim Magomayev, Lyudmila Senchina ... the list goes on and on.

Having left his native Donbass, the poet did not forget him. The famous romance from the film "Days of the Turbins" is also dedicated to Lugansk, whose streets in May are literally flooded with the heady scent of blossoming white acacia:

The nightingale whistled to us all night,

the city was silent, and the houses were silent,

Fragrant bunches of white acacia

all night long they drove us crazy ...

School for Life

In the book "Family Album" the poet dedicated many warm lines to his native school and especially to his beloved teacher of Russian language and literature Maria Semyonovna Todorova. She taught not only to love and understand literature, but also helped her students to better understand everyday situations, to distinguish propaganda tinsel from the truth of life.

Times and times

someone's faces and verbs ...

Or a school for life

or life is a continuous school.

"Mysterious lines " Mtsyri " scattering like rabble on a silver scabbard, free, deceptively simple, written almost as we talk to you, fourteen " Onegin " , strings of Nekrasov " Korobeinikov " , which, even if they were not set to music, would still remain a song - I heard all this for the first time from the lips of Maria Semyonovna, ”recalled Matusovsky.

How much he wrote during his school years! He had a whole bag of lyric poetry, a parody of Eugene Onegin. He began a novel-trilogy in the manner of Garin-Mikhailovsky, composed a comedy in everyday life, at the age of 11 he began work on memories "of what he had lived through and experienced." But Maria Semyonovna, with whom Misha shared his creative plans and showed his opuses, brought him back to earth.

She did not give him useless advice, did not read boring lectures. She simply offered to read real books, developed a taste and understanding of literature. Mikhail remembered and loved his school teacher all his life.

Isaac Dunaevsky was one of its co-authors. It was at his request that Matusovsky wrote a poem-reminiscence of his school years. But the resulting romance did not cause much enthusiasm for the poet. Immediately, the composer, Matusovsky recalls, installed on the music stand instead of notes, an empty box from under the Kazbek cigarettes, on which only one note line was inscribed. And Mikhail Lvovich for the first time heard the sad, aching melody of the "School Waltz".

For a long time, funny friends,

We said goodbye to the school,

But every year we come to our class.

In the garden there are birches with maples

They greet us with bows,

And the school waltz again sounds for us.

... Smooth waltz sounds

I remembered the glorious years

Beloved and lovely lands,

You with gray strands

Over our notebooks

My first teacher.

How many songwriters do we remember? Lebedev-Kumach, Isakovsky, Matusovsky ... Many very worthy surnames are forgotten. But the best remain, and among them is Mikhail Matusovsky.

And although a street in his native Luhansk has not yet been named after him, a monument to him stands at the entrance to the Institute of Culture. And the literary prize of the Interregional Union of Writers, which is awarded to Ukrainian poets for achievements in Russian poetry, is called the Matusovsky Prize. But, most importantly, songs based on his poems are played. And for a poet, this is the best memory.

P.S. Just a few words about the experience of my communication (in absentia) with Mikhail Matusovsky. In the early 1980s, I got up my nerve and sent him to Moscow my then (alas, imperfect) poems. Based on the unsuccessful result of the correspondence with two Kiev poets (they did not even respond to my letters), my expectations were pessimistic. But, I thought, it was necessary to send poems, because the desire to receive an assessment of my creations from the master was very great.

To my surprise (and joy!), The answer came pretty soon. The answer is warm and delicate. I have memorized a few lines forever: “The spark of God is in you. But before conquering the capital, you need to conquer Luhansk, where there are very good literary traditions. " Of course he was right. His letter helped me a lot, giving me strength and some self-confidence. Thank you, Mikhail Lvovich!

Illustrations:

photographs of the poet from different years;

monument to Mikhail Matusovsky in Lugansk.