mathsman
MBU Kirovska SOSH
Altai district, Khakassia
I offer a script for a thematic evening for high school students, held together with the staff of the Shushen Museum.
I do not expect mercy from life.
Of Time and Fate.
"Years and Destinies"
The violin is playing. A candle is lit. A poem by I.N. Krasnov sounds.
1-Master:
Every morning I'm closer and closer.
From some clue of fate...
The quiet wind licks thoughtfully
The dilapidated hut walls.
Something in the world.
Maybe it will.
Or I'll get out of my way,
I can hear the alarming gnawing.
Patient proud Rus.
Our patient proud Rus knew many troubled days in its history. There was a time when every person felt anxiety and fear for his life, for his family and not before foreign invaders, but before his state, before a totalitarian government. It was a time of political repression in the Soviet Union in the 30s, 40s of the twentieth century.
Today, on the eve of the Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Political Repression, we have gathered in this hall to honor the memory of all the victims, and, in particular, our countryman Ivan Nikitich Krasnov. I propose to honor the memory of the victims of political repression with a minute of silence.
I.N. Krasnov was born on December 17, 1929. He graduated in 1949. He was arrested the same year. Prison, exile. In 1956 he was rehabilitated. He died in 1994. The biography of a person can be told in a few words. But what's behind those words? Pain, sorrow, the tragic fate of a man who lived at a time when for any carelessly spoken word could be declared an enemy of the people.
1949 was the year of high school graduation. Four years since the war ended. People lived in the hope that life would be different after the war, better than before the war. Not just satiety and comfort, but above all freedom, freedom from fear, from a constant feeling of stiffness, tightness, freedom to speak the truth. Naturally, such sentiments appeared primarily among the intelligentsia. They didn't hide them.
2-host:
I.N. Krasnov played in the folk theater at the House of Culture. The funds of the Shushenskoye Museum-Reserve store memories of V.V. Logachev, former director of the Shushenskoye House of Culture: Of all the performances, one is especially imprinted in my memory. This is a play based on the play by N. Ostrovsky "without guilt guilty." It was a triumph! The audience is stunned! The curtain was opened three times. The reason for this was the debutant in the title role of Grigory Neznamov – Ivan Krasnov.
2-Master:
Not by chance, we started with the enchanting sound of the violin. The violin was Ivan Nikitich’s favorite instrument. It was in tune with his poetic soul. And the violin was made by his father Nikita Gerasimovich. We have a teacher of the school of art Natalia Petrovna. In her performance will sound the work of Ilyin “On the swing”.
Ivan Nikitich dreamed of entering the literary institute. He wrote poetry. In the poems written in 1949 - a premonition of anxiety. Let’s listen to them in the 11th grade.
1-Reader:
Embracing your knees,
By giving in to mute longing,
I look like transparent shadows.
The river is cold.
Thoughts run somewhere, too.
Like disgraced rebels;
They seem to feel retribution.
To the madness of longing.
2 reader:
To the music of a sad autumn
I feel like crying and singing.
But we dropped the songs young.
Used to boil early.
Like a coarsely branched tree
Drops leaves on benches,
So we couldn't stand the weather.
We're losing hope.
Lost without pain, without shouting,
The sadness is too proud...
There was an outside pattern in us.
And the grip is not our environment.
And time, unforgiving judge,
Judgment, execution, attraction
And bold, not bearing fruit,
Contempt is dry.
Gusts of people like peas:
Dispelled - try to collect ...
Uninvited madmen,
The era can punish.
1-Master:
He wrote these poems a month before his arrest. What did a talented young man do to become an enemy of the people? A word to the senior researcher of the museum-reserve T.M. Kikilova.
T.M. Kikilova tells about the recollections of relatives and acquaints with the documents available to the museum: On February 27, 1950, Ivan Nikitich was convicted by a military tribunal of the troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Western Siberia for a period of 10 years under Article 58 paragraph 10 part 1. RSFSR Criminal Code. Propaganda or agitation containing a call for the overthrow, undermining or weakening of Soviet power or for the commission of certain counter-revolutionary crimes.
From the memoirs of G.N. Emelyanova, sister of I.N. Krasnov: "... graduated from high school in 1949. He was invited to the editorial office of the Iskra Ilyich newspaper as a correspondent and photographer. In November 1949 he was arrested on denunciation. He was in prison for six months. They were interrogated, forced to sign documents. He didn't sign until they made him desperate to sign. His diary was seized upon arrest. The trial took place in the winter of 1950 and was awarded 10 years. He served time in Kazakhstan in Dzhezkazgan, at a mine
2-Master:
From the camp I.N. Krasnov writes: “I must have died for everyone.” You're all probably so right. I still can't calm down. The shadows of the past do not give rest, so I want to write to you and talk to you. God be with you. I will learn a lot at this university.”
What was going through a man of twenty years, being on a conspiracy in the camp dungeons. First of all, it is longing for his native places and people close to him. Longing and hope for change. This is reflected in his work. There are poems: “I miss you very much, my dear side”, “camp dog”, “I am in the rancid smell of wormwood”, “My comrade in the last agony”.
1 reader:
I miss you very much.
The home side.
The soul does not want to live apart,
And death is not terrible.
And if I ever dream
Far away,
The soul is closer to life.
And I'm happy.
2 reader:
I'm in the rancid smell of wormwood
I'm excited to learn a lot.
The land of childhood, which has become sacred,
My field youth.
I remember a field of green like cotton.
The knocking of wheels on the ledges of roads ...
I loved without memory once.
The one that's poor, the world.
... And with all the wormwood dust,
Bitter as a manly life...
And now, the faraway
A bundle of wormwood tells me.
I haven't seen it. Maybe.
Rose petals smell like paradise.
But now I'm closer and dearer.
That wormwood he grew up with.
Reader 3:
My comrade in the final agony
Don't call your friends for help;
Let me warm my hands.
Over your smoking blood.
You don't cry in pain like a little one.
You're not hurt, you're only killed.
Let me take your boots off as a souvenir,
I mean, I still have to live.
1- Moderator:
Addressing his faithful friend, the heart, in 1951, he will open the veil of his feelings in the poem “Heart”.
4 Reader:
Heart!
Where's your experience?
You beat, you toss,
Like a hand.
Someone is torturing a wild oriole,
You can't learn about freedom.
Or wasted power in a brief struggle.
And you can't bear my burden?
Twenty years have passed without scandal.
I have drawn you into the unknown,
Believed in your power.
And you like a slave.
He gave me a hard fight.
But alas!
You're bleeding now,
You make me cling to the headboard.
And ask for mercy from you, slaves,
It seems that being your master is not destiny.
2-Master:
Ivan Nikitich’s heart was kind and loving. From exile he wrote to his beloved girl Ana. Anna Arkhipovna Selina. Again, I give the floor to T.M. Kikilova, senior researcher of the museum-reserve.
T.M. Kikilova reads the memoirs of A.A. Selina:
He was extraordinary in everything, read a lot of classics, philosophy, the Bible, read very well painted, the artist was beautiful. He wrote in letters that clouds were gathering over him. On February 20, I’m going to Krasnoyarsk. We met on the platform. He was not alone, with him were accompanying, who carried a bag with the arrested during the search. KGB officers searched my apartment, seized letters and leaflets from my notebook. They called the KGB about the letters, asked: “Why did you write him these lines?” She asked to be put with him.”
1-Master:
In the notebook there is a poem “From an unsent letter...” It's dedicated to A.A. Selina.
5 reader:
Trust me, I didn't want to write.
Neither you nor your family, to anyone.
It's no use thinking and waiting.
As given to me alone.
But remembering how I wear my support,
Like a piece of a close soul,
You said "write" twice.
Not much water has flowed since then.
Or maybe even tears.
And something hurts and hurts.
It's in my heart.
Besides, I saw the snow sweep.
Traces of my lost row,
And in the ABC of the Wind, I read,
That there's no going back.
I know what they told you,
Why did you shudder?
But I don't know if you've inspired yourself.
That lavish low lie
My truth is not a table toast.
You can't take it with a smile.
I will be brief and simple in this letter.
And I think you'll understand.
It's harder to say than to understand.
It's even harder.
But if life is reversed,
We need to fold something else.
2-Master:
The closest person - mother I.N. Krasnov, dedicates a poem. It's called "Mother," where he sums up his life at the camp university.
7 Reader:
I endured these years,
To know with your heart, your mind,
What is
The price of love,
The price of freedom,
The price of your tears
And blood.
Mother.
I've been through adversity.
To look at the world without fear,
No regrets,
That the flour was the birth
My soul that can endure
Wait
See you later.
Mother.
I will endure all the years...
Not to be hardened,
I cut it out of rock.
Your spirit,
To die,
But stand;
Burn,
But not to die,
And if you live,
Not whispering, but singing.
To you, freedom,
Life,
Hymns,
Mother!
But if ... the vaults collapse
To perseverance,
Courage,
The reward is death.
And they will.
Running waters
The wreckage of the world,
Bread and firmament...
Let me.
Don't kiss your gray hair...
I swear,
That you should be strong,
To stand,
Don't flinch.
Dying;
To be worthy of you,
Native.
Mother!
1-Master:
1953 was the year of Stalin's death. There are lines in the notebook:
The people's dream came true.
Russia's executioner's coffin.
Now the dawn of freedom
It will rise in blue.
Now the shackles will fall,
Dressed by a tyrant
And the light of the new age
Heal our wounds.
There was hope for a return, for the restoration of an honest name. Ivan Nikitich wrote about this in the poem “The hour of my death is postponed.”
8-reader:
The hour of my death is delayed:
I saw good signs.
And today I really want to.
With a loud song, walk through the world.
To be seen by all who know.
He doesn't know me.
How I'll go to the blue
A renewed feeling and words.
In the seventh year of imprisonment
The blood isn't quite cold yet;
For intended accomplishments
Enough fortitude and strength.
Let the steps of freedom accelerate
(I recognized her in the blue distance),
For two, four years,
It's hard to live long enough.
From childhood to the last minute
All dreams became dust.
Like spinning someone's fate.
I gave it away.
But today I firmly believe
What is the dream of freedom?
And at least I can.
Seeing relatives again
T.M. Kikilova reads a certificate of rehabilitation of I.N. Krasnov:
February 3, 1966. The Military Collegium of the Supreme Court of the USSR reviewed the case against Ivan Nikitich Krasnov. Krasnov in this case was rehabilitated
From the memoirs of G.N. Emelyanova, sister of I.N. Krasnov “In 1956 he was rehabilitated and came home.” He worked again in the editorial office of Iskra Ilyich. He left for Abaza, where he worked in the editorial office of a local newspaper, came to Shushenskoye p. and worked in a fire station. He died on April 21, 1994. Buried in Shushenskoye”.
2-Master:
In 2009, it was 80 years since the birth of Ivan Nikitich Krasnov. Materials about it: photos, original letters, diary, poems are stored in the funds of the Shushenskoye Museum-Reserve. His name is listed in the Book of Remembrance of Victims of Political Repression. We will keep his memory in our hearts. And just like Ivan Nikitich, to love life and cherish every day lived.
List of references
1. Emelyanova G.N. Memories (SMZ Archive)
2. Zuraeva (Selina) A.A. Memories (SMZ Archive)
3. Krasnov I.N. Diary. (SME archive)
4. Krasnov I.N. Notebooks of poems (SMZ Archive)
5. Kikilova T.M. “What did the young man do to become an “enemy of the people” – article in the newspaper “Leninskaya spark” October 25, 2000
6. Rehabilitation certificate of 15 June 1984 (copy) (SME archive)
7. Criminal Code of the RSFSR. State publication. 1935 p.25 (Archive)
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