Script for a themed evening dedicated to the life and work of I.N. Krasnov

I propose a script for a themed evening for high school students, held together with the staff of the Shushensky Museum.

"I don't expect mercy from life..."
"On Time and Fate"
"Years and Fates"

Violin plays. Candle lights. poem by I.N. Krasnov sounds.

1-Host:
Every morning I'm closer and closer
From some kind of clue to fate ...
The quiet wind licks thoughtfully
Dilapidated walls of the hut.
Something in the world
It might happen
Or I myself will get out of the way
I hear the anxious gnawing
Patient, proud Rus'.

Anxiety... Our patient proud Rus' has known 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 for foreign invaders, but for his state, for a totalitarian government. It was a time of political repression in the Soviet Union in the 30s and 40s of the twentieth century.
Today, on the eve of the day of remembrance of the victims of political repression, you and I have gathered in this Chamber to honour the memory of all the victims, and in particular of our fellow countryman Ivan Nikitich Krasnov. I propose to observe a minute's silence in memory of the victims of political repression. (minute of silence)

I.N. Krasnov was born on 17 December 1929. graduated from school in 1949. was arrested that year. Prison, exile. In 1956 rehabilitated. Died in 1994. a person's biography can be told in a few words. But what's behind these words? Pain, grief, tragic fate of a man who lived, at a time when any carelessly spoken word could be declared an enemy of the people.
1949 - High School Year Four Years After the War Ended People lived in the hope that after the war life would be different - 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, first of all, among the intelligentsia. And they were not hidden.

2-host:
I.N. Krasnov played in the folk theatre at the House of Culture The funds of the Shushenskoye Museum-Reserve hold the memories of V.V. Logachev, former director of the Shushensky House of Culture: Of all the performances, one was especially imprinted in my memory. This is a performance based on N. Ostrovsky's play "Guilty Without Guilt" It was a triumph! The audience was stunned! The bow curtain was opened three times. It was blamed on debutant in the title role Grigory Neznamov - Ivan Krasnov

2-Host:
It is no coincidence that we met, we started with the enchanting sounds of the violin After all, the violin was Ivan Nikitich's favorite instrument. It was in tune with his poetic soul. And the violin was made for him by his father Nikita Gerasimovich. Our guest is art school teacher Natalia Petrovna. She will perform Ilyin’s work "On the Swing".
Ivan Nikitich dreamed of going to a literary institute Writing poetry In poems written in 1949 - premonition of anxiety Let's listen to them performed by 11th grade students.

1-Reader:
Hugging your knees,
Giving in to mute anguish
I look like transparent shadows
They are floating along the cold river.
Thoughts are also running somewhere
Like disgraced rioters;
Apparently they sense retribution
For the crazy rampant melancholy.

2-reader:
To the music of sad autumn
I want to cry and sing,
But we quit songs from a young age
Accustomed to boiling early.
Like a roughly branched tree
Dropping foliage on benches,
So we couldn’t stand it in bad weather
We are losing our hopes.

They lost without pain, without shouting,
Sadness is overly proud ...
There was an unearthly pattern in us
And grip - not our environment.

And time, the judge is unforgiving,
Judged, executed, attracted
And daring, not bearing fruit
It was filled with contempt.

Gusts of people, like peas:
Dispelled - try to collect ...
Madmen are an era of uninvited people
The era knows how to punish.

1-Host:
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 from T.M. Kikilova, senior researcher at the museum-reserve.
T.M. Kikilova talks about the memories of relatives and introduces 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. of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR. This article is designated as follows: "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.Krasnova: "...graduated from high school in 1949. he was invited to the editorial office of the newspaper "Iskra Ilyich" as a correspondent and photographer. In November 1949 he was arrested on denunciation. He was in prison for six months. Veliz interrogations, forced to sign documents. He did not sign until he was driven to despair that he was forced to sign. During his arrest, his diary was confiscated. The trial took place in the winter of 1950, he was sentenced to 10 years. He served time in Kazakhstan in Dzhezkazgan, at the mine

2-Host:
From the camp I.N. Krasnov writes: "I probably died for everyone... You are all probably so right. But I still can’t calm down. The shadows of the past haunt you, so I want to write to you and talk to you... Well, God bless you. And I’ll learn a lot at this university.
What a man of twenty years has been going through, finding himself by word of mouth in 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. Poems sound: "For you longing is very, dear side", "camp dog", "I’m in the rancid smell of wormwood", "My comrade in the last agony".

1-reader:
I miss you very much,
Native side.
The soul does not want to live in separation,
And death is not scary.
And if I even see it in a dream
Distant edges, -
The soul seems to be closer to life,
And I'm happy with the word.

2-reader:
I'm in a rancid smell of wormwood
I learn a lot with excitement:
The land of childhood, which became a shrine
My field youth.

I remember a field with greenery like cotton wool
Wheel knocking on road ledges ...
I once loved without memory
The one, simple to the point of poverty, is peaceful.

... And on everything, the burning of wormwood dust,
Bitter, like a man's life ...
And now, about that distant one, they were
A bunch of wormwood tells me.

Since I haven't seen it, I'll please. Maybe
The petals of roses smell like paradise.
But now it’s closer and more expensive to me
That wormwood among which he grew up.

3-reader:
My comrade is in the last agony
Don't call your friends for help;
Let me warm my palms
Over your smoking blood.

You're not crying in pain like a little one
You're not hurt, you're only killed;
Give me, I’ll take off your felt boots as a souvenir,
I still have to live

1- Presenter:
Addressing his faithful friend - the heart in 1951, he will lift the veil of his feelings, in the poem "The Heart".

4-reader:
Heart!
Where is your experienced peace?
You fight, you rush,
Like with your hand
Someone is torturing a wild oriole,
It won't teach you to forget about freedom
Or I wasted my strength in a short struggle
And my burden is beyond your power?

Twenty years have not passed since you and I had a scandal ...
I got you into strange distances,
Believed in your power
And to you as a slave
He gave me a hard time to endure the fight.
But, alas!
You're bleeding now,
You make me fall to the headboard
And ask for mercy from you, the slave
Apparently, being your master is not fate.

2-Host:
Ivan Nikitich had a kind, loving heart. From exile he wrote to his beloved girl Anya. Anna Arkhipovna Selina. And again I give the floor to T.M. Kikilova, senior researcher at the museum-reserve.

T.M. Kikilova reads out the memoirs of A.A. Selina:
"He was extraordinary in everything, read a lot of classics, philosophy, read the Bible, drew very well, the artist was wonderful... He wrote in letters that clouds were gathering over him. On February 20 I’m going to Krasnoyarsk, meet. We met on the platform. He was not alone, there were accompanying people with him who carried a bag of the arrested person during the search... KGB officers searched my apartment, seized letters, sheets of notebook. They called the KGB about the letters, asked: "Why did you write him these lines?". Wanted to be put in with him too"

1-Host:
The notebook contains the poem "From an unsent letter..." It is dedicated to A.A. Selina.

5-reader:
Trust me, I didn't want to write
Neither you nor your family - no one;
There is no benefit in thinking about and waiting for
What was given to me alone.

But remembering how, I carry mine, supporting it
Like a particle of a close soul,
You asked twice: "Write".

Since then, not much water has leaked
Or maybe even - tears;
And something is painful and difficult
It resonated in my heart.

Besides, I saw the snow sweeping away
There is a lost row of my traces
And in the ABCs of the wind I read,
That there is no turning back.

I know what they told you about
Why you were shaken
But I don’t know if you inspired it for yourself
This generous low lie

My truth is not a table toast
You can't take her with a smile ...
I will be brief and simple in this letter
And I think you will understand.

It's harder to express than to understand
Even harder to survive.
But if life turns back;
We need to add something else.

2-Host:
To the closest person - mother I.N. Krasnov, dedicates the poem. It is called "Mother", where he sums up his life at the camp university.

7-reader:
I've endured these years,
To find out with your heart, 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 in a fearless manner,
And don't regret it,
That there was a birth with flour
My soul, which can endure
And wait
See you later
Mother

I'll stand it all years...
So as not to lack hardness,
I cut it out of rock
Your spirit,
To the death,
But stand;
Burn,
But don't decay,
And if you live,
Either don't whisper, but sing
To you, freedom,
Life,
Hymns,
Mother!

But if ... the vaults collapse
For durability,
Courage,
The reward will be death
And they will take it away
Raging waters
World wreckage,
Lump and firmament...

Let it go
Don't kiss your sedin...
I swear,
That the strength should be enough,
To stand,
So as not to flinch
Die;
To be worthy of you,
Native
Mother!

1-Host:
1953 - year of Stalin's death The lines appear in the notebook are
The people's dream has come true -
The executioner of Russia is in the coffin.
Now it's the dawn of freedom
It will rise blue in the sky
Now the shackles will fall,
Wearing a tyrant
And the light of a new era
Heal our wounds.
There was hope for a return, for the restoration of an honest name. Ivan Nikitich will write about this in his poem "The hour of my death has been delayed".

8-reader:
The hour of my death is delayed:
I saw good signs.
And today I really want to
Walk around the world with a loud song.
So that everyone who knows can see
And he doesn’t know me, the past
How I will go to the syna
Revived feelings and words.
In the seventh year of imprisonment
Not quite cold yet blood;
For planned deeds of accomplishment
Enough of perseverance and strength for me.
Let freedom speed up its steps
(I recognized her in blue distance),
At least for two, for four years -
It is unlikely that you will be able to live much.
From childhood to the last minute
All dreams became dust
It's like I'm spinning fate on someone
My prophetic spinner gave me away.
But today I firmly believe,
That the dream of freedom will come true;
And at least I can
See your family again

T.M. Kikilova reads out a certificate of rehabilitation from I.N. Krasnova:
February 3, 1966 The case against Ivan Nikitich Krasnov was reviewed by the Military Collegium of the Supreme Court of the USSR Krasnov was rehabilitated in this case
From the memoirs of G.N. Emelyanova, sister of I.N. Krasnov "In 1956 he was rehabilitated and came home. Worked again in the editorial office of Iskra Ilyich" He went to Abaza, where he worked in the editorial office of a local newspaper, came to the village of Shushenskoye and worked in a fire station. Died in 1994, April 21. Buried in the village of Shushenskoye".

2-Host:
2009 marked the 80th anniversary of Ivan Nikitich Krasnov's birth. Materials about him: photographs, original letters, diary, poems are kept in the collections of the Shushenskoye Museum-Reserve. His name is included in the "Book of Remembrance for Victims of Political Repression" We will keep a bright memory of him in our hearts. And just like Ivan Nikitich, love life and cherish every day we live.

List of references

1. Emelyanova G.N. Memoirs (ShMZ Archive)
2. Zurayeva (Selina) A.A. Memories (ShMZ Archive)
3. Krasnov I.N. Diary. (ShMZ Archive)
4. Krasnov I.N. Notebooks of poems (ShMZ Archive)
5, Kikilova T.M "What did a young man do to become an" enemy of the people " - article in Lenin Spark on October 25, 2000.
6 Rehabilitation certificate dated 15 June 1984 (copy). (SCHMZ archive)
7. Criminal Code of the RSFSR. State publication. 1935 p.25 (Archive)

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