Creativity of elena blaginina. Children's poetry E.A. Blaginina Poetry e Blaginina

Speaking about the development of poetry aimed at the youngest generation, it is impossible not to note the contribution made to this area by Elena Blaginina. For decades, the poetess worked for the sake of enlightening young minds who daily strive to learn the intricacies of the world. Her numerous poems have helped more than one generation of children to draw their own conclusions and enjoy instructive stories with funny and cute heroes who can solve all problems.

In Blaginina's poems, a special contrast is laid on the struggle between positive and negative qualities personality. In an effort to reveal the topic of right deeds as deeply as possible, Elena Aleksandrovna chooses a description of everyday situations that are accessible to the child's perception. Smoothly and softly presented are "elementary truths" so obvious to adults. These moments often remain incomprehensible for kids, whose life experience is insufficient to build a logical chain between unusual incidents, with which the author helps. Writing poetry becomes the goal of Blaginina's whole life. The poetess creates, despite the surprise of others who consider her hobby frivolous, overcomes fatigue and from time to time takes a pen from her skillful fingers, realizing how short a human moment is, paving its own way into literary immortality.

Poems are an individual expression of your emotions. The poets of the twentieth century were able to eloquently and subtly describe anything. Many writers wanted to convey their thoughts to the younger generation, because children are the flowers of life. Elena Blaginina's poems carry a huge amount of positive emotions and instructive aspects. Rhymes are much easier to perceive, besides, poems have a very positive effect on the psyche of a child. This not only develops a sense of beauty in him, but also fills the child's thoughts with the brightest and most positive sensations. After all, only when reading can you feel the flight of imagination and acquire unforgettable impressions.

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Even adults, at least sometimes, find it useful to read children's poetry. They bring joy and faith in the best. The author conveys to his reader the idea that it is imperative to believe in miracles and never lose heart. Entertaining poems exist not only to amuse the little reader, but also to teach him a lesson. Boring lectures are very poorly remembered and are not perceived by the child as they would like. Each of us also does not like to listen to lectures. Therefore, the poetic form is the most effective and instructive for the future generation. Poems by elena blaginina are endowed with a sense of humor. Each work contains a certain meaning that is useful for the little man.

For example, in the poem "This is the Mother," Elena shows the true essence of all parents. Each child will read the true meaning of the poem between the lines, and it will remain in his subconscious. The work "Rowan" describes all the beauty of nature, where you can enjoy the singing of birds and relax. The child's thoughts are not yet clogged with stereotypes, poetry allows the child to learn what "good" is. He has no limitations in imagination, which will allow the child to "fly in the clouds" while reading the work. Each verse carries with it a positive. Each line suggests that everything will be fine, even if at the moment something is going wrong. The works show that you always need to believe in miracles, because they are everywhere. No matter how cruel and harsh this world is, you need to believe in miracles and always hope for the best. You need to believe that dreams come true, because this is the point.

Blaginina Elena Aleksandrovna, born on 14 (27) .5.1903, in the village of Yakovlevo (now the Sverdlovsk district of the Oryol region). Blaginina's father worked as a baggage cashier at the Kursk-1 station, spent the winter in Yamskaya Sloboda near Kursk, and in the summer came to visit his grandfather, in Yakovlevo. Here Elena received her first lessons in literature from her grandfather - a village deacon and a teacher of a parish school, as well as from her mother - "a great book reader with a phenomenal memory." My father also loved to read, he subscribed to the magazines "Firefly", "Guiding light", "Niva" with all the attachments.

Childhood

The Blaginins did not live richly. Sausage and sweets were only available at Easter and Christmas. They ate cabbage soup and porridge, on Sundays - pies with liver. And plenty of vegetables and fruits. Nevertheless, her father, a man of rare kindness, regularly organized "candy holidays" for all the surrounding children, subscribed to children's magazines for a pittance, and where Blaginina herself began writing poetry from the age of 8.

Soon the family moved permanently to the Yamskaya Sloboda near Kursk. In 1913, Elena Blaginina graduated from the railway school and entered the Mariinsky gymnasium, where she studied with great enthusiasm and continued to write poetry. She did not succeed in graduating from Blaginina's gymnasium: the thunder of war soon merged with the thunders of the revolution, the gymnasium was first merged with a real school, and then, failing to establish classes in a new school, they handed over the entire issue of certificates and were released without exams.
Since childhood, Elena dreamed of becoming a teacher and in 1921 she entered Kursk pedagogical institute... Every day, in any weather, in homemade shoes with rope soles (the time was difficult: the twenties) she walked seven kilometers from home to the institute.

However, the desire to write turned out to be stronger, and Elena soon realized that her passion for poetry was much stronger than for teaching. She was carried away by Blok, Akhmatova, Gumilev, Mandelstam. In 1921, the collection "Beginning" published the first poem by Blaginina "Girl with a Picture". Soon the young Blaginina was already a member of the Kursk Union of Poets. The poems with which she performed at the evenings were published in the collection Golden Grain (1921) and in the First Almanac of the Kursk Union of Poets (1922).

Having learned that in Moscow there is a Literary and Art Institute named after V.I. Valeria Bryusov (he was simply called "Bryusov Institute"), Blaginina decided to enter it, and in 1922 she left for Moscow. She entered the institute and at the same time worked in the luggage department of the Izvestia newspaper. Studied under G. Shengeli, poet and poet.

Creation

After graduating from the institute in the creative and editorial-publishing cycle in 1925, Elena works at Izvestia, at the University of Radio Broadcasting, and the All-Union Radio Committee. Elena Blaginina did not have the opportunity to print her creations for ideological reasons, because they were serious enough and based on the Christian faith and categorically did not fit into the concept of proletarian art. This was connected with her arrival in children's literature.
Elena Aleksandrovna came to children's literature in the early 30s, declaring herself as a gifted writer. It was then that on the pages where such poets as Marshak, Barto, Mikhalkov were published, a new name appeared - E. Blaginina. Since 1933, Blaginina became a regular author, and then editor of the Murzilka magazine, then the Zateynik magazine.

Blaginina often performed live in front of young readers. With the help of her works, she penetrated into their souls and created a truly charming fairy tale, where any child could go. “The guys loved both her and her lovely poems about what is close and dear to children: about the wind, about rain, about a rainbow, about birches, about apples, about a garden and a vegetable garden and, of course, about the children themselves, about their joys and sorrow ", - recalls the literary critic E. Taratuta, who then worked in the library, where the authors of" Murzilka "performed before young readers.

Books also followed magazine publications. Almost simultaneously, in 1936, the poem "Sadko" and the collection "Autumn" were published, in which Blaginina placed her beautiful lyric poems about the golden time of the year.
Then there were many other books. A number of collections appeared, "What a Mom!" (1939), "Rainbow" (1948), "White-sided Magpie", "Poems", "Let's Sit in Silence", "Spark", "Burn, Burn Clearly!", "Shoes", "Ask Autumn", "Difficult poems "," Do not bother me to work "," Alyonushka "," Grass-ant "," Zhuravushka "," Fly away and fly away "and others. Since 1938, E. A. Blaginina has been a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR.

The theme of labor as a joy with greater psychological depth and tact is affirmed by Blaginina in a whole series of her poems - "I will teach you how to dress my brother!"

In 1943, Blaginina visited Oryol, liberated from German fascist invaders, helped to revive the literary life of the ancient Russian city. It was during this period that she wrote the poems "Eagle of the 43rd", "Window", "I was and will be", a small poem "Accordion", dedicated to the pupil of the Oryol Nekrasovsky orphanage, partisan Misha Kurbatov.

Blaginina's books published in the 50-60s ("Burn, burn clearly!"

Already in the second half of the 1960s, Blaginina published two collections of "adult" poems - "Windows to the Garden" (1966), and "Sklad" (1973), a number of publications in periodicals, in particular, in the magazine " New world"And" Banner ". All this testifies to the growing philosophical saturation and moral acuteness of the writer's creativity.

It was from this time that the attention of publishers and critics to Blaginina diminished more and more. She had to face the arrest of her father and husband. She was a friend and wife of the talented poet Georgy Nikolaevich Obolduev (1898-1954), a representative of an ancient noble family, who survived prison and exile during the Stalinist repressions, and then was heavily shell-shocked at the front. During the life of G. Obolduev, only one of his poems was published in 1929. The only book of poetry - "Stable Unequalities" - was published in 1979 in Munich, prepared by the efforts of the West German Slavist Wolfgang Kazak. The novel "I love my tormentor more and more frantically" published in 1997, is dedicated to the bitter literary fate of her husband, the poet Georgy Obolduev (1898-1954).

Blaginina supported the persecuted B. Pasternak and L. Chukovskaya. In her house gathered people capable of "self-standing", united by honesty and dedication to art, the ability to adequately meet sorrows and misfortunes.

Elena Aleksandrovna Blaginina was born in 1903 in the Oryol province in the family of a railway worker. She began to write children's poems in the thirties, although she began to publish as a poetess from the age of 18. In her poems, Blaginina often wrote about ordinary, everyday things surrounding the child. However, she also has works in which the author turns the ordinary into the extraordinary, and a vivid example of this.

Collection of the best children's poems by E. Blaginina

KITTEN

I found a kitten in the garden.
He meowed thinly, thinly,
He mewed and trembled.

Maybe he was beaten,
Or they forgot to enter the house,
Or did he run away himself?

It was a rainy day since the morning,
Lies are gray everywhere ...
So be it, unfortunate animal,
Help your trouble!

I took him home
I fed my fill ...
My kitten soon became
A sight for sore eyes simple!
Wool - like velvet,
The tail is a pipe ...
How good you are!

RAINBOW

Rain, rain, don't rain
Don't rain, wait!
Come out, come out, honey
Golden bottom!

I'm on a rainbow arc
I will admire the escape -
Seven-color-color
I will lie in wait in the meadow.

I'm on a red arc
I can’t look around,
For orange, for yellow
I see a new arc.

This new arc
Greener than meadows.
And behind her is blue
Like mom's earring.

I'm on a blue arc
I can't see enough
And behind this purple
I'll take it and run ...

The sun went down behind the haystacks
Where are you, rainbow arc?

DANDELION

How cool in the thicket of spruce!
I am carrying flowers in an armful ...
White-headed dandelion,
Do you feel good in the forest?

You grow at the very edge
You are standing in the very heat.
Cuckoos are hooking over you
Nightingales sing at dawn.

And the fragrant wind walks
And drops the leaves into the grass ...
Dandelion, fluffy flower,
I'll rip you off quietly.

I'll rip you off, honey, can I?
And then I'll take it home.
... The wind blew inadvertently -
My dandelion flew over.

Look what a blizzard
In the middle of a hot day!
And the fluffs fly, sparkling
On flowers, on grass, on me ...

ABOUT CRYSTAL SHOE

A cricket screeches in the corner,
The door is hooked.
I am looking at a book
About the crystal slipper.

There is a merry ball in the palace
The slipper fell from his foot.
Very Cinderella is offended
Leave the high hall.

But she went home
She took off her magnificent dress
And again dressed in rags
And I started to work ...

It became quiet and dark
A moonbeam fell through the window.
I hear my mother’s sweet voice:
"It's time for you to sleep!"
The cricket fell silent in the corner.
I'll turn on the side -
I will see a fairy tale in a dream
About the crystal slipper.

FOROTHKA

I opened the window for a minute
And I stand like a spellbound ...
Right into the captain's cabin,
The wind rushes into my room.

Flying, the curtains fluttered
And inflated like sails.
I see the ocean
Bright, alien skies.

I know, I know - it's not summer outside the window,
The cold there grows stronger under the moon.
Why squares of parquet,
Shaking, swaying beneath me?

And the water, roaring, raged ...
And not in a dream, but in reality
I'm on watch at the helm
I am sailing to the unknown shores.

Here is the siren, carefully and low
Carried her voice high.
Where will we be tomorrow?
In San Francisco?
Or in some other port?
Or we will sail without a break
On this azure depth?
... I woke up. Legs are like ice
Hands too. The head is on fire.

I closed the window. And it became
Everything is in place. I got into bed
He buried himself more deeply in the blanket
And quietly began to sail.

The sound spread, important and lingering -
It hits midnight behind the wall.
Our whole house is a multi-storey ship -
Floats like an ocean of silence ...

ABOUT FLAGOK

Mom put
Into a bottle of water
Cherry stick,
Escape young.

A week goes by
And a month has passed -
And a cherry twig
Flowers bloomed.

I'm quiet at night
I lit the lamp
And in a jar of water
Checked the box:

What if with brushes
Will the checkbox bloom?
Suddenly the banner will rise
Next year?

But mom saw
There is light in the room
Came and said:
- Will not grow! Not! -
She said: -
You, son, do not be sad!
You better yourself
Grow as soon as possible.
Now you will become like dad, -
You will go to work
And the banner is big
You will carry it in your hands.

FIRE

Crunches outside the window
Frosty day.
Stands on the window
Flower-light.

Crimson
The petals are blooming
As if it were really
Lights came on.

I water it
Its shore,
Donate it
I can’t help anyone!

He is very bright,
Very good
Very much like my mother
Looks like a fairy tale!

ECHO

I'm running at the very edge
And I sing a funny song.
Echoes ringing and discordant
Repeats my song.

I asked the echo: - Will you shut up? -
And she became quiet and stood there.
And it answered me: "Look you, look you!"
That means he understands my speech.

I said: - You sing awkwardly! -
And she became quiet and stood there.
And it answered me: "Okay, okay!"
That means he understands my speech.

I laugh - and everything rings with laughter,
I will shut up - and there is silence everywhere ...
Sometimes I walk alone
And not boring, because the echo ...

Fly away, fly away…

White blizzards are coming
Snow will rise from the ground.
The cranes flew away, flew away, flew away.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings -
Flies away, flew away!

Patterned leaf swing
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden, along the ridge.

Crumbled, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Rooks fly away, flew away, flew away.

THIS IS WHAT MOTHER

Mom sang a song
I dressed my daughter
Dressed-put on
White shirt.

White shirt -
Thin line.
Mom was pulling a song
She shod her daughter
Fastened on the elastic
To each stocking.

Blonde stockings
On my daughter's feet.

Mom finished the song,
Mom dressed the girl:
Red dress with polka dots
New shoes with legs ...

That's how Mom pleased.
I dressed up my daughter for May.
That's what kind of mom -
Gold straight!

LET'S SIT IN SILENCE

Mom is sleeping, she is tired ...
Well, I didn't play either!
I don’t start a top,
And I sat down and sit.

My toys don't make noise
Quiet, the room is empty.
And on my mother's pillow
The ray sneaks golden.

And I said to the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song
I could laugh
Yes, I don't really want what I want!
But my mother is asleep, and I am silent.

The beam rushed along the wall
And then he slid over to me.
- Nothing, - he whispered as if, -
Let's sit in silence!

SHINEL

- Why are you taking care of your overcoat? -
I asked my dad. -
Why don't you tear, burn? -
I asked my dad.

After all, she is dirty and old,
Take a closer look
There is a hole on the back,
Take a closer look!

- Because I shore it, -
Dad answers me, -
Therefore, I will not tear, I will not burn, -
Dad answers me. -

Because she is dear to me
What's in this overcoat
We went, friend, to the enemy
And he was overpowered!

I CAN SHOE

I know how to put on shoes
If only I want to.
Me and little brother
I will teach you how to put on your shoes.

Here they are - boots.
This one is from the left leg,
This one is from the right leg.

If it rains,
Let's put on our galoshes.
This one is from the right leg,
This one is from the left leg.

LOVE-KA,
TOYS!

I, as a mother, do not like
The house is a mess.
Blanket spread
Smooth and smooth.

Down pillows
I'll put on muslin.
Admire the toys
Get to work for mine!

DECIDED

The sun is yellow
He lay down on the bench.
I'm barefoot today
I ran on the grass.

I saw how they grow
Sharp blades of grass
I saw how they bloom
Blue periwinkles.

I heard how in the pond
The frog was croaking
I heard how in the garden
The cuckoo was crying.

I saw a gander
By the flower bed.
He's a big worm
Pecked at the tub.

I heard a nightingale -
Here is a good songstress!
I saw an ant
Under a heavy burden.

I'm so strong
I was amazed for two hours ...
And now I want to sleep
Well, you got tired ...

Cheryomukha

- Bird cherry, bird cherry,
Why are you standing white?
- For the spring holiday,
For May it blossomed.

- And you, grass-ant,
Why are you soft?
- For the spring holiday,
For a May day.

- And you, thin birches,
What's green now?
- For a holiday, for a holiday!
For May! For spring!

AUTUMN RAIN
Leisya, rain, in a rut,
Black poi land.
You and I do not miss
You can knock, gray one.

We answer lessons
And we do not think to be bored.
And how you miss me
If you study at school!

A native of the Oryol village of Yakovlevo, Elena Blaginina did not immediately find her calling. Initially, the future children's poet dreamed of becoming a teacher. With great persistence, she went seven kilometers to study at the Kursk Pedagogical Institute
Yet Elena Blaginina was born a poet. The desire to write turned out to be stronger, and already during the student years, the first lyric poems appeared among the Kursk poets Elena Alexandrovna.
Later, Elena Blaginina entered the Higher Literary and Art Institute in Moscow, which in those years was led by the outstanding poet Valery Bryusov.
Elena Aleksandrovna came to children's literature in the early 30s. Blaginina could not print her serious poems based on the Christian faith, and devoted her life to children's poetry. It was then that a new name appeared on the pages of Murzilka magazine - Elena Blaginina.
Children's poems, counting rhymes, fairy tales have been loved by many generations of children.
Books followed magazine publications.
Elena Alexandrovna had a long and eventful life. She worked constantly. Elena Blaginina wrote children's poems, sparkling with humor, "teasers", "counting rhymes", "tongue twisters", songs, fairy tales. But most of all she has lyric poems.