Sapgir biography for children

Henry Veniaminovich Sapgir was born on November 20 in Biysk, Altai, in the family of a shoemaker and a businessman. Mother was a whitewath. Soon the family returned to Moscow.

He composed from childhood, at the age of 11 he entered the poetic studio of the house of pioneers. He wrote prose, inspired by the works of A. Gaidar, his story was called “Gake and his team”, poems, as well as the continuation of Goethe’s poem “Faust”. After the start of World War II, the older brothers and father went to the front, Henry and his mother were in Alexandrov.

Mother died. In the year, Henry returned to Moscow alone. He did not receive higher education, actively engaged in self -education. He had mentors - poet and translator Arseniy Alving, then the poet Evgeny Kropyvnytsky, whom Sapgir considered his spiritual teacher. Sapgir is widely known as a children's poet. Boris Slutsky prompted Sapgir to engage in creativity for children: "You, Henry, formalist, so you must write well poems for children." The debut collection of Children's Poetry Sapgira “First acquaintance” was published in the year.

Sapgira’s children's collections were released regularly, enjoyed very popular, the poems were widely known. According to some poems, diaphylms were created. Author of songs in cartoons. He created the ABC in verses, including a native altitude alphabet. Sapgira is a much more serious topic that requires immersion in the history of literature of the second half of the 20th century.

For a long time, adult poems by Sapgir were published only in foreign publications. In the year he participated in the Almanac "Metropol". The first publication of “adult” poems by Sapgira abroad took place in the year, the first book of the poems “Sonnet on Shirts” was published in France ten years later, and experimented with the form of verse in Sapgir. He said about himself: "I am a formalist." He was called the "Patriarch of the Moscow Literary Vanguard." To create a new form in poetry, it is necessary to “decompose” the former, while confidently owning all traditional forms.

Here you can add experiments with visualization close to cinematography and sound system of verse, word -making. It is known how the books of Sapgira for adult readers arose: a certain thought was issued, there was an appropriate artistic technique, language, and then the author could write a whole poetic book in a few days. The rest of the time was engaged in creativity for children.

Prior to this, starting in the 10ths, his experimental work was known only in the circle of unprecedented poets and prose writers. B-a collection of his works “Voice” was formed, the first, which was not destroyed by the author due to the danger of persecution. The manuscripts were destroyed for another reason: in the year, the author decided that he had achieved a certain creative maturity, and what was created during the “years of student” to keep nothing.

Sapgir belonged to the Lianozovo group - artists and poets from the end of the X gathered in barracks in the area of ​​the Lianozovo station at that time, Moscow Region at the Evgeny Kropyvnitsky and Olga Potapova, who lived there. This place has become a cult. At the same time, Sapgir did not perceive the group as a kind of association: “There was no“ Lianozovo school ”. We just talked.

Having passed these “Platonic Academy” communication, we learned to be the main thing - to determine what is good in art and what is bad. If we talk about the aesthetic beliefs of the “Lianozes” poets, then they were not formulated, we just felt at the same time that the modern official poetry was separated from the primary principle of all poetry, from a particular event, from the subject, became emasculated, abstract, rhetorical, “literary”.

We wanted to return poetry specificity. ” The main “adults” collections of G. Sapgira: “Silence”, in which the author appears as a minimalist - some words are represented in the text only part of the “half -room”. Full -fledged words allow you to calculate the missing syllables and understand the general meaning of the text. The following was the collection “Moscow Myths” - dedicated to Russian cultural figures who were abroad.

The collection "Sonnet on Shirts" - Sapgir considered his most significant book. The collection "Terzikhs Henry Bupharev" is new experiments with a form. The tactile instruments collection that has published in the year is interesting in that in it the poems are becoming a script for a performance. The author gives remarks, which action should correspond to a particular line. Researcher of Russian poetry Yuri Orlitsky in his article “Introduction to the poetry of Sapgir: the system of contrasts and the strategy of overcoming” writes that “Sapgir’s work is characterized by the removal of this seemingly insoluble contradiction: on the one hand, he is most active in the national tradition, for example, Pushkin and Fetu, on the other hand, this same tradition is interpreted by him as a kind of kind.

Protoanwhard. " Orlitsky attributes his poems at the same time as a “radical form of modernism” and postmodernism. Henry Sapgir died in from a heart attack in a trolleybus, he went to the salon of Elena Pakhomova to the presentation of the anthology “Poetry of Silence”, where he planned to speak.In the year, the anthology “The Great Henry. Sapgir and about Sapgir. " Since the year, international scientific conferences "Sapgirov readings" have been held.

The most complete works of the poet are presented in the book “Henry Sapgir. The folding "Publishing House" Time ", the series" Poetic Library ", prose is collected in the book of G. Sapgira, Flying and Sleeping. Stories in prose and verses. ” He was also engaged in the translations of the poet Ovsey Drisa. Orlitsky believes that Henry Sapgir committed a revolution in the poem of the second half of the 20th century.

Read more about the life and work of Henry Sapgira here. Henry Sapgir, Prose 1 We all lie in our place when calm. Our entire beach is a garden of stones. The shore is like woven from inflorescences and at first glance looks like an old white lace. Indeed, if we look closely at our scattering, you will find that we do not lie down, but we are grouped by nests, the colors of the stones.

These are our vast families. Closer to the center of the family are large stones - these are the elders, and between them from the edge - smaller, all Shusher, these are younger stones. Perhaps we resemble a herd of sea cats. In the middle, seasoned stones are attended, young animals are crowded near. No, we do not multiply like fish or animals. You will not see among us and such stones-chaleures that would spread piles of small white pebbles on the sand.

Although why shouldn't they be? But, in any case, not on our beach. We do not scatter the seeds far around, as plants do so that then bizarre stones and rocks grow from them. Although why don't they grow up? But maybe somewhere on another planet. We stones are born differently. Once we were something one: sedimentary breed, volcanic lava, geological layer. But gradually, the fire, the sea and time crushed us, ran into us and laid us a gray-white beach from the edge of the sea.

We are constantly three about each other, waves and wind help us in this. And since our disposal is at our disposal as much as you like, we are three and three - unless we grunt until our sides become smooth, like polished. Over time, we are cultivated. Our faces become rounded, and an ancient pattern is being appealed to them. Some unstable ones or from some corruption can’t stand it-they crumble, turn into sand.

Do not regret them. In essence, sand is also a lot of brilliant tiny quarcitis pebbles. It seems that ants and aphids are elephants, tigers and crocodiles in miniature. To you, people, of course, are difficult to admit your kinship with aphids and ants. But we are glad that the sand everywhere surrounds us and supports us with our related environment, that we are still not as small as sand.

Sometimes large stones were collected in baskets to fold the hearth. Much later, a bucket of stones was carried away from the shore to sprinkle the paths near the house. They scooped us with dump trucks to then turn into cement and gravel. Some beaches have come to naught. It’s good that we, stones, are not vindictive by nature. Otherwise, somehow in a cruel storm, they would have broken up at once and fell asleep with a stone hail of the city of people so that even the descendants would not find.

We are submissive to our fate. We are always calm. And if a stone hit you, you were not hit by a stone, but a hand that grabbed a stone. But there are harmless among you, those who sit and walk along the sea, as quietly obsessed, bow to the surge.