Isakovsky eternal glory. Poems about the Great Patriotic War by Mikhail Isakovsky

Eternal glory to the heroes!
Eternal glory!
Eternal glory!
Eternal glory to the heroes!
Glory to the heroes!
Glory!!

... But why do they need this glory, -
dead?
Why is it to them, this glory, -
fallen?
All living things -
saved.
Myself -
not saved.
Why is it to them, this glory, -
dead?..
If the lightning in the clouds splashes hot,
and huge sky
from thunder
will go deaf
if all the people of the world cry out, -
none of the dead
won't even flinch.
I know:
The sun will not splash into empty eye sockets!
I know:
the song of heavy graves will not open!
But in the name of the heart
on behalf of life
I repeat!
Eternal
Glory
Heroes!..
And immortal hymns
farewell hymns
above the sleepless planet float majestically...
Let not all heroes -
those,
who died -
the fallen
eternal glory!
Eternal glory!!

Let's remember everyone by name
Let's remember with grief...
It is necessary -
not dead!
It is necessary -
alive!
Let's remember proudly and directly
who died in the struggle...

There is a great right
forget
About Me!
There is a high right:
wish
and dare!

Became
eternal glory
instant
death!

Did you bequeath to us to die,
Motherland?
Life promised
love promised
Motherland.

Are children born for death
Motherland?
Did you want our death
Motherland?

The flame hit the sky!
Do you remember,
Motherland?
Quietly said: "Get up to help ..."
Motherland.
No one asked you for glory
Motherland.
Everyone had a choice:
me or motherland.

The best and most expensive
Motherland.
Your grief -
this is our grief
Motherland.

Your truth is
this is our truth
Motherland.
your glory -
this is our glory
Motherland!

A crimson banner splashed,
crimson stars burned,
blind snowstorm
covers
sunset crimson with blood,
and heard the tread of divisions,
great march of divisions,
iron tread of divisions,
accurate
step of a soldier!
we went to battle
light and harsh.
On our banners the word is inscribed:
Victory!
Victory!!
In the name of the Motherland -
victory!
For the sake of the living
victory!
In the name of the future
victory!
We must crush the war.
And there was no higher pride
and there was no valor higher -
because apart from
desire to survive
is there some more
courage
live!
Against the roaring thunder
we went to battle
light and harsh.
The word is inscribed on our banners
Victory!
Victory!!

Black stone,
black stone,
why are you silent
black stone?

Did you want this?
Have you ever dreamed
become a headstone
for the grave
Unknown soldier?
Black stone.
Why are you silent
black stone?..

We were looking for you in the mountains.
Heavy rocks were crushed.
Trains at night
trumpeted.
Masters in the night
didn't sleep
to smart hands
so that with my own blood
turn
ordinary stone
into the silent
headstone...

Are the stones to blame
that somewhere underground
too long
do the soldiers sleep?
Unnamed
soldiers.
Unknown
soldiers...

And above them the grasses dry,
And above them the stars fade.
And the golden eagle is circling above them
and swinging
sunflower.
And stand over them
pines.
And it's time for snow.
And orange sun
spills
across the sky
Time moves on them...

But sometime
but sometime
someone in the world remembered the name
unknown
soldier!
For even before death
he had many friends.
After all, he still lives in the world
very old
mother.
And then there was the bride.
Where is she now -
bride?..
The soldier was dying
famous.
Died -
Unknown.

Oh, why are you, the sun is red,
you're all leaving
don't say goodbye?
Oh, why from a joyless war,
son,
not coming back?
I will save you from trouble
I will fly like an eagle quickly ...
answer me
my bloodline!
Little.
The only one…

White light is not nice.
I got sick.
Come back, my hope!
my grain,
My dawn.
My goryushko -
where are you?
I can't find the path
to cry over the grave...
I do not want
nothing at all -
just a dear son.
Behind the forests is my swallow!
Behind the mountains - behind the masses ...
If you cry
little eyes -
mothers cry with their hearts.
White light is not nice.
I got sick.
Come back, my hope!
my grain,
My dawn.
My goryushko -
where are you?

When are you, the future?
Is it soon?
In response to what
pain?..

You see:
the proudest
came out to meet you.
You threaten with picket fences.
You scare with angled steeps ...
But we will raise ourselves
on the ropes
from my own nerves
twisted!
Let's grow up.
We tolerate any laughs.
And we'll get bigger
gods!..
And the children will make snowballs
from cumulus
clouds.

This is a song about sunshine
this is a song about the sun in the chest.
This is a song about a young planet
in which
everything ahead!
In the name of the sun, in the name of the Motherland
we take an oath.
what the fathers did not sing, -
we'll drink!
What the fathers did not build -
we will build!

Runaways towards the sun
you to grow to blue heights.
We -
born the song of victory -
begin
live and dream!
In the name of the sun, in the name of the Motherland
we take an oath.
In the name of life we ​​swear to the fallen heroes:
what the fathers did not sing, -
we'll drink!
What the fathers did not build -
we will build!

Hurry, happy spring!
We died to replace
came.
Do not be proud, distant stars, -
expect
guests
from Earth!
In the name of the sun, in the name of the Motherland
we take an oath.
In the name of life we ​​swear to the fallen heroes:
what the fathers did not sing, -
we'll drink!
What the fathers did not build -
we will build!

Listen!
This is what we're talking about.
Dead.
We.
Listen!
This is what we're talking about.
From there.
From darkness.
Listen! Open your eyes.
Listen to the end.
This is what we say
dead.
We knock on your hearts...

Don't be scared!
One day we will disturb you in your sleep.
We will carry our voices over the fields in silence.
We have forgotten how flowers smell.
How noisy poplars.
We have forgotten the earth.
What has she become, the earth?
How are the birds?
Sing on the ground
without us?
How are the cherries?
bloom on the ground
without us?
How bright is the river?
And the clouds are flying
above us?
Without us.

We forgot the grass.
We have forgotten the trees for a long time.
We are not allowed to walk on earth.
Never given!
No one will wake up the orchestra sad copper ...
Only the worst -
even worse than death
know,
that the birds sing on the ground
without us!
That cherries bloom on the ground
without us!
That the river shines.
And the clouds are flying
above us.
Without us.

Life goes on.
And the day begins again.
Life goes on.
The rainy season is coming.
The rising wind shakes the big loaves.
This is your destiny.
This is our common destiny...
Like the birds sing on the ground
without us.
And cherries bloom on the ground
without us.
And the river shines.
And the clouds are flying
above us.
Without us…

I
I can not.
I
will not die…

If a
I will die -
I will become grass.
I will become a leaf.
Fire smoke.
Spring land.
early star.

I will become a wave
foam wave!
your heart
into the distance
I'll take it away.
I will become dew
the first thunderstorm
children's laughter
echo in the forest...
Will be in the steppes
herbs
make noise.
Will knock
to the shore
wave…

Just to sing!
If only to be in time!
Just to drink
bowl
to the dregs!
Only in the night
sang
pipe!

Only used in the fields
matured
of bread!..
Give me
clear life, fate!
Give me
proud death, fate!

Remember!
Through the centuries, through the years, -
remember!
About those,
who will never come,
remember!

Do not Cry!
Keep your moans in your throat
bitter moans.
Be worthy of the memory of the fallen!
forever
worthy!

Bread and song
Dreams and poems
spacious life,
every second
every breath
be
worthy!

People!
As long as hearts are beating
remember!
What
at the price
happiness won,
please remember!

Sending your song in flight, -
remember!
About those,
who will never sing,
remember!

Tell your children about them
so that
remember!
Children's children
tell about them
so that too
remember!
For all the times of the immortal Earth
remember!
Leading ships to the twinkling stars, -
about the dead
remember!

Meet the vibrant spring
people of the earth.
Kill the war
damn
war,
people of the earth!

Carry the dream through the years
and life
fill!..
But about those
who will never come,
I conjure
remember!

As a unique poet, in his poems Mikhail Isakovsky was able to convey the limits of human existence - the immeasurable sorrow of losses, the abyss of despair, the joy of victories. In the poems about the war of Mikhail Isakovsky there is a lot of immortal, eternal, incorruptible ...

M.Isakovsky spared neither time nor effort for creativity.

"Before the fight"
At the village burned by enemies,
Where only black pipes stick out,
Like a mortal court, there are cast guns,
Although they are still silent.

But the hour will come, but this hour will come,
And the enemy will fall in confusion and anguish,
When they are over the formidable battlefield
They will speak Russian.

Mikhail Isakovsky became addicted to the poetic genre early. The lines obediently began to connect into something whole when the young poet was only twelve years old. For the first time, M. Isakovsky spoke to a wide audience within the walls of the school: the teacher, knowing about the boy’s poetic abilities, asked him to read something “from his writings”. The poet calls 1924 the start of his serious poetic activity.

"Eternal Glory"
Eternal glory and eternal memory
Fallen in a fierce battle!
Fought bravely and steadfastly with enemies
You are for your Fatherland.

Faithful to Duty, spared themselves
For her victory.
May she live in glory and power,
They gave their heart;

They gave their lives, so that dashing lack
Never came to us
So that on earth that they loved to the point of pain,
Every branch blossomed.

Let the years go by
The country will not forget you:
Holy and jealous is the memory of the people
Your names are kept.

Fought bravely and steadfastly with enemies
You are for your homeland.
Eternal glory and eternal memory
Fallen in a fierce battle.

During the Great Patriotic War, many poems came out from the pen of M. Isakovsky. Several poetry collections have been published. High orders and medals, the State Prize - the authorities highly appreciated the work of the poet beloved by millions.

"Martin"
And the artillery roared
And the mines exploded on the edge of the village,
And the swallow has already set to work
And, bustling, he made a nest for himself.

And people came out of hiding
Towards my big day,
And people said, "Look,
Though small, she knows what's what.
1944

Mikhail Vasilyevich Isakovsky was born on January 7 (19), 1900 in the village of Glotovka, Elninsk district, Smolensk province, into a peasant family. He graduated from a rural school and five classes of a gymnasium.

In 1917 - 1918. was a teacher in a rural school, in 1919 - 1921. edited the county newspaper in Yelnya, then, until 1931, worked in the Smolensk newspaper "Working Way".

He began to print poetry in 1924. In 1931 he moved to Moscow, where he edited the Kolkhoznik magazine. M. Isakovsky's first book of poems - "Wires in the Straw" - was published in 1927. Criticism met her unfriendly, but M. Gorky, who was then living in Italy, became interested in the book and published an article about M. Isakovsky in Izvestia. “His poems are simple, good, very exciting with their sincerity,” wrote M. Gorky, noting the social significance of M. Isakovsky’s poetry, which deeply and diversified reflected the life of the Soviet village, living in close conjunction with the city.

In the future, M. Isakovsky published many poetry books: “Province”, “Masters of the Land”, “Poems and Songs”, etc. Inextricably linked with the interests and moods of ordinary Soviet people, M. Isakovsky spoke in his poems about the victory of the collective farm system, about the triumph of new, bright beginnings in the mind of man. The theme of the socialist homeland is developed with special penetration in the work of M. Isakovsky.

M. Isakovsky entered the history of Soviet literature primarily as a songwriter. Since 1934, when one of the leaders of the choir named after M. Isakovsky wrote music to the verses of M. Isakovsky. Pyatnitsky V. Zakharov, the poet created many songs that gained nationwide fame.

The hero of M. Isakovsky's songs is a man of labor, a builder of socialism, a Russian man who grew up and rose during the years of Soviet power. In the harsh days of the Great Patriotic War, the heart-touching, beautiful songs of M. Isakovsky, as if on wings, flew around the fronts and rear, helping the Soviet people to fight the enemy. They penetrated into the broadest masses and, close in spirit to oral folk art, they themselves became, as it were, folklore.

The peculiarity of M. Isakovsky's songs is that they live not only in the presence of music written by the composer, but also independently, like poems. The poetic speech of M. Isakovsky is folk by nature, melodious, it is characterized by a deep inner melody. Pure and transparent, with sparkles of sly humor, the language of M. Isakovsky fruitfully develops the traditions of classical poetry, especially poetry Nekrasov.

From book "Three centuries of Russian poetry", 1968

ISAKOVSKY, Mikhail Vasilievich [b. 7 (19) January 1900, the village of Glotovka, Elninsky district, now the Vskhodsky district of the Smolensk region] - Russian Soviet poet. Member of the Communist Party since 1918. Born into a poor peasant family. Graduated from elementary school. Extreme need forced him to leave the 6th grade of the gymnasium. The October Revolution involved Isakovsky in active social activities. He works as a secretary of the Volost Council, since 1919 he becomes the editor of a newspaper in the city of Yelnya. In 1921 he moved to Smolensk and worked for ten years in the editorial office of the regional newspaper Rabochy Put. In 1931 Isakovsky moved to Moscow. By this time he was already a famous poet. Even in childhood, Isakovsky began to write poetry (in 1914, a poem was published in the Moscow newspaper Nov. "A Soldier's Request"). In 1921, three small books of Isakovsky's poems were published in Smolensk (On the Steps of Time, Upswings, Four Hundred Millions). However, the poet considers 1924 to be the beginning of his literary activity, when the poems “Podpaski”, “Native”, etc. were printed. In 1927, the book “Wires in the Straw” was published in Moscow, warmly received by M. Gorky. Then came the collections Province (1930), Masters of the Land (1931), Four Desires (1936) and others. Isakovsky's poetry is devoted mainly to the Soviet countryside. The first steps of socialism in the countryside, collectivization, the development of culture and communist consciousness among the peasantry - these are the themes of many of Isakovsky's poems and songs. The new man of the Soviet village with his deeds, thoughts and feelings is the main character of his poetry. But Isakovsky is not only a "peasant poet." “Mikhail Isakovsky,” wrote M. Gorky, “is not a village man, but that new person who knows that the city and the village are two forces that cannot exist separately from one another, and knows that the time has come for them to merge into one unstoppable creative force ... ". Isakovsky knew the life of the old, pre-revolutionary village well from his own bitter experience. In the cycle "Past" (1926-27), in the poem "Four Wishes", in a poem and others, he truthfully showed the difficult past of the working peasantry.

As a singer of new, Soviet Russia, Isakovsky reflected in his poetry the path traveled by the peasantry during the years of Soviet power. Even before collectivization, Isakovsky expressed the desire of the working Soviet peasantry to put an end to individual farming, to a difficult life on their own piece of land. Naturally, collectivization - this historical revolutionary turning point in the countryside - became the most important theme of Isakovsky's poetry ("The Poem of Care", 1929, etc.). In the work of the 30s. Isakovsky deeply and comprehensively reflected the process of formation of new people in the collective farm village. With love, he draws rural youth in poems and songs, notes with gentle humor how their appearance, way of life, language are changing. Especially popular are the songs of Isakovsky, which he began to write from the mid-30s. (, , , , , and etc.).

A great place in Isakovsky's poetry is occupied by the Great Patriotic War. The poet sings of the exploits of Soviet soldiers, the heroism of Soviet workers in the rear; in his poems the voice of ordinary Soviet people sounds (, etc.). The poet created many songs during the Great Patriotic War:,,,,,, etc. The poet continues to work successfully in this genre in the post-war years (,, etc.). Set to music by composers V. G. Zakharov, M. I. Blanter, and others, Isakovsky’s songs are sung all over the world.

The power of Isakovsky's poetry is in its realism, closeness to life. The poet always writes from a deep spiritual need. Therefore, political themes are expressed in his poems lyrically, excitedly. By expression A. Tvardovsky, Isakovsky "... found for a vital political, often directly agitational topic, means of expression lyrical, sincere, disposing of the heart to what the idea is about in the work." In its form and language, Isakovsky's poetry is distinguished by its clarity and nationality. Complex metaphors and comparisons, sophisticated rhythms and sizes are alien to her. She grew up in the fight against formalistic frills and is hostile to everything pretentious, artificial, deliberate. Isakovsky skillfully uses the wealth of the Russian language, its ability to convey any shades of feelings and thoughts. Many lines of Isakovsky's poems and songs have become common expressions.

A distinctive feature of Isakovsky's poetry is its song and musicality. Almost every poem has an inner melody that corresponds to the feelings and thoughts that the poet expresses. Isakovsky's work develops the fruitful traditions of Russian classics, especially the traditions N. A. Nekrasova. Isakovsky's poems are closely connected with oral folk art, with folk lyrical songs, with ditties. Isakovsky uses the features of folklore, its traditional dimensions, symbolism, methods of psychological parallelism, compositional repetitions, etc. Like folk songs, Isakovsky's songs are plot-driven. At the same time, Isakovsky's poetry is the poetry of a new content and a new view of the world. This is the poetry of socialist realism. It updates and changes traditional folk and classical poetic forms. Isakovsky was twice awarded the State Prizes of the USSR: in 1943 - for the lyrics:,,, and others, in 1949 - for the collection "Poems and Songs". Isakovsky owns translations from Belarusian and Ukrainian poets, as well as Hungarian folk songs and ballads. Isakovsky's book "On Poetic Mastery" includes his letters to aspiring poets and articles on poetry.

Cit.: Works, vol. 1-2, 2nd ed., M., 1956; Works, vol. 1-2, M., 1959; Works, vol. 1-2, M., 1961; About poetic. craftsmanship, 3rd ed. dop., M., 1962; You are walking across the country…, M., 1964.

Lit .: Gorky M., Uncollected literary critical. articles, M., 1941, p. 116-18; Derman A., Isakovsky's Poems, Lit-ra and Art, 1943, No. 12; Serebryansky M., Poetry M. Isakovsky, in his book: Lit. essays, M., 1948; Alexandrov V., M. Isakovsky. Critical biographical. essay, M., 1950; Rylenkov N., People's poet, Smolensk, 1950; Bocharov A., M. Isakovsky, in the book: Lectures on the history of owls. liters, c. 3, M., 1953; Litvin E.S., Poetry of Isakovsky and Nar. creativity, Smolensk, 1955; Makarov A., Education of feelings. Notes on the work of M. Isakovsky, in his book: Education of feelings., M., 1957; Tarasenkov An., M. Isakovsky, in his book: Articles about literature, vol. 2, M., 1958; Vengrov N., M. V. Isakovsky, in the book: History of Russian. owls. literature, vol. 2, M., 1960; Tvardovsky A., Poetry of M. Isakovsky, in his book: Articles and notes about literature, M., 1961.

A. G. Dementiev

Brief literary encyclopedia: In 9 volumes - V. 3. - M .: Soviet encyclopedia, 1966

ISAKOVSKY Mikhail Vasilyevich is a modern poet. Born into a poor peasant family. In 1910-1917 he studied at the gymnasium. His first literary experiments date back to this time. Since 1918 - a member of the CPSU (b). He was the editor of a newspaper in Yelets, since 1921 he has been working in Smolensk as an employee of the newspaper Rabochy Put. Member of VOCP and RAPP. The first book of Isakovsky's poems - "Wires in the Straw", by its very title indicates the content and direction of Isakovsky's work. The new Soviet village is the central theme of his poems. To embody this theme, Isakovsky finds simple and exciting words.

Isakovsky pays much attention to the new people of the village. Yerema is a delegate going to Kalinin in Moscow for advice and returning from there cheerful and cheerful, a teacher who takes the lead in draining the swamp, a Komsomol member who devotes all her strength to cultural work in the village - these are the heroes of his poems, epic in their basis, but colored lyrically.

Bibliography: I. Wires in the Straw (The First Book of Poems), Guise, M. - L., 1927.

II. Reviews: Lezhnev A., Pravda, 1927, No. 264 of November 18; Maxim Gorky, Siberian Lights, 1928; Krasilnikov V., “Mol. guard”, 1928, II; Tsvelev V., "On a literary post", 1929, IX.

Literary encyclopedia: In 11 volumes - [M.], 1929-1939.