In honor of Lenin’s birthday, “Park Kultury” decided to remember the once thriving but now forgotten genre of children’s poetic Leninian poetry.
Once TV presenter A. Gurevich playfully dropped a quatrain from the screen:
When Lenin was little,
With a curly head,
He also ran in felt boots
Up the icy hill…–
grinned and changed the subject. Something from my childhood stirred up in me: “Oh! I once knew this too! What next?.. I don’t remember...” I asked my friends. “Oh, well, of course! - answered the acquaintances. – I also ran in felt boots on an icy hill! There's something about a sleigh... Dad..."
What's on the Internet? Snide quotes from the same stanza; many parodies, witty and vulgar. “He also hid his sexual organ in felt boots... He also ran in felt boots to the market for grass...” Dunno would have understood me when he rummaged through several garbage dumps in search of a magic wand.
I'm leafing through books. Primer, “Native Speech”, S. Mikhalkov (“We see the city of Petrograd in the year 17...”), almanacs “Zvezdochka”... And finally, the magazine “Preschool Education”, a binder for 1970 (the leader’s anniversary!) Hurray! Text of the song by composer E. N. Tilicheeva.

When Lenin was little,
He looked like us.
In winter he wore felt boots,
And he wore a scarf and mittens,
And fell into the snow more than once.

Loved to play horses
And run and jump,
Solve riddles
And play hide and seek.

When Lenin was little,
Just like you and me
He loved by the thawed patch
Through a puddle through a small
Let your boat go.

Like us, he knew how to play pranks,
Like us, he loved to sing,
He was truthful and brave -
This is how our Lenin was.
Well, not really. Where is the slide? And a curly head? Submit the author here!
The author of the words is M. Evensen, aka Margarita Shor (1903–1977). Remember, we all sang in kindergarten: “Dear mommy, my mom, let this song be yours” or “Leaves are falling, falling, leaves are falling in our garden...” This is her poetry. But Ivensen’s collected works simply do not exist in nature. Individual pearls can be found in textbooks for children and teachers. This one, for example:
- What would we do, guys?
If Lenin came to us?

- Everything I know is in order
I would read poetry to him.
– We would play hide and seek with him –
Let him find me!

– I would like Lenin
He would sing songs with us.
- I would kneel on him
I would like to climb up to sit.

- For him, from our garden
I picked strawberries...
- I’d give him a bouquet of daisies
The best narwhals...

- I would like a groovy bunny
Gave me hers.
- I’m like my own grandfather,
I would hug him tightly.

- I would say that we are good,
We live together happily
And we want everything for him
Be alike in everything!...

Pedagogically, the poems are unsuccessful: with all their love for Ilyich, the children did not expect his visit.
Where will he come from - from the mausoleum? And do you have to be like him?
But the little fair-haired leader was not found in the textbooks either.
The daughter of the poetess M. Evensen, Gedda Shor, lives in Moscow, she is 81 years old. No, Gedda Alexandrovna does not remember such poems from her mother, and her health does not allow her to take part in the search...
The no less venerable Innesa Nikolaevna Timofeeva, a long-time and serious researcher of Leniniana for children, works at the St. Petersburg National Library. She confidently said: “I was looking into this issue - this is kindergarten folklore of the early 30s.”
So, folklore. Children's folk Leniniana was told to me by kindergarten teachers (one of them raised me and still works). The poem begins with the same curly-headed couplet, but continues unexpectedly:
Stone on stone, brick on brick -
Our Lenin Vladimir Ilyich has died!

It’s a pity for the worker, it’s a pity for me too:
A good heart is buried in the ground...

Uncle Volodya! We will grow up
Let's take the red flag in our hands!..

Yes, this is a direct reference to pre-war times, when Lenin’s death was considered the main grief of the Soviet country. Probably, folklore managed to absorb the quatrains from the work of the young Evensen, and then the poems went underground until they were combed by the author into a song. In 1936, Krupskaya herself gave a scolding to a children’s radio program prepared by M. Evensen: “You cannot replace the story about Lenin with obscure verses!”
You can't fool folklore. It turns out that Lenin's children loved him. Where were they (we) supposed to go?
Here is the “Kindergarten Education Program” of 1982, instructions for working with 2-3 year old children: “Expanding orientation in the environment and developing speech. 1) The teacher teaches to recognize V.I. Lenin in portraits and illustrations, evokes a feeling of love and respect for him. 2) Children should know their first and last name, the names of close people...” In each group there hung a portrait of a kind grandfather - the first incarnation of Lenin.

This is Lenin in the portrait
The frame is thick with greenery.
He was the best in the world -
Both great and simple.
(N. Sakonskaya)

In the morning through our window
Sunlight comes in
The rays are pouring hotly
To a familiar portrait.

It hangs on the wall
In a light carved frame,
Everyone recognizes him -
This is my dear Lenin.

I wake up and the portrait
In front of me, on the wall,
And Vladimir Ilyich
Smiles at me.
(M. Evensen)

Who should marvel at me?
From a portrait on a wall?
Tse Illich, our real Lenin
Smiles at me.

Roll your eyes and laugh,
And the smile, the language is alive.
I feel like I’m dying –
Axis vin vimovit words.

How I play, drink,
Chi hoju at the kindergarten.
Lenin is kind, I know
Vin loved his children.
(M. Poznanskaya)

Kind and affectionate Lenin
Looks at us from the portrait -
How we draw, how we play,
How good we are now.
(M. Isakovsky)

Every day, winter and summer
We come to kindergarten.
Warmed by the clear sun,
From a familiar portrait
Lenin looks at the guys.

He watches us dance together.
I'm very happy with the sound games.
We wave flags to him
And we sing about our childhood
To the best friend of the guys.
(M. Kravchuk)

On the October holiday
Grandpa neighbor
Gave it to me in a frame
Lenin's portrait.

I am this gift
I value it very much
And always with love
I look at him.

I'm having a conversation with him
I'm alone...
Lenin today
Smile at me.
(A. Markov)

A lot of? This is a small fraction of “poems about portraits”. And they, in turn, are just a small bay in the sea - a poetic Leninian for kids. Nowadays children's literature is dying out, but under the Soviets it was wow. And Leniniana... You know, in figure skating there is also a compulsory program, and who will say that you can skate it without a soul? The poems are good: both the topic was compelling and the audience was demanding.
But if you collect them in an anthology, cliches similar to the Central Asian “construction set” by O. Bender stand out.
All the attractive facts of the leader’s biography have long been snatched up into subjects for poems, and poems into songs (composers also want to eat): the hut in Razliv, and the speech from an armored car, and the parade on the square, and the subbotnik in the Kremlin, and the fox pardoned by Lenin are sung , and the ribbon he wore on his chest. Would you like a selection of “Lenin and Trees”?
One day Lenin was among the guys
Planted an oak tree in Razliv...
(I. Morozova)

They say that from his youth
Ilyich fell in love with the wide space.
He once planted this
That birch tree in the field by the road.
(A. Alien.)

This Christmas tree once
Good Lenin planted...
(L. Nekrasova)

For some reason, Lenin’s concern for procuring firewood for cold Petrograd is not in demand. But there was a demand for both curls and an ice slide, discarded by M. Evensen.

We come to this house
In joyful excitement.
This house
Everyone knows
Lenin was born here.

...Here he laughed and played pranks,
Here he listened to fairy tales,
And dragged
What strength do you have?
Up the mountain sled.
(V. Viktorov)

A blond boy
As a child, Lenin was
I was thinking about the problem book,
I loved to sing songs...
(V. Semernin)

Looks affectionately
From the cover of a notebook
Little Lenin
With a smile in your eyes.

Always remember
Opening the notebook,
What Lenin studied
A round high five.
(V. Viktorov)

At our park, at the children's park,
Where the flags flutter in the breeze
They placed the statue in bright greenery -
Marble of a boy with a book in his hand.
I recognized this boy immediately.
I know how he lived, studied and grew.
“You are little Lenin,” I told him, “
You brought freedom and happiness to people.”
I will study like him, with straight A's,
I’ll take the A’s home in my diary.
He looks at both kindly and vigilantly
Happy girl with a book in her hand.
(A. Rozhdestvenskaya)

Lenin's gaze (eyes, squint) is mentioned in every fourth poem.

If Ilyich had not been shy and wore glasses, we would have had to glorify glasses.

Happy birthday to Lenin. It seems that he was the one who brought spring to Soviet children. Let's not shame the authors, let's make a medley montage.

Spring day has come
Light blue...
Our beloved Lenin
Born in the spring...
Of course, Lenin could have been born in winter,
Both in December and February,
But still I'm glad that the birds sang,
When he appeared on earth...
April... In Simbirsk town
Icicles are flying from the roof...
Lenin was born in April
When the earth blooms
When snowstorms are forgotten
And poplars bloom in the groves...
Spring sunshine again
The ice is breaking on the river.
Lenin's birthday again
On April day comes...

And what about Ilyich’s behests? And they settled down into poetry for young people. Which party will refuse such covenants?

Our beloved Lenin
Gave happiness to children
Live peacefully and amicably
He bequeathed it to everyone.
(G. Grinenko)

Be brave
Live like Lenin
Work hard
Great to study
And be strong friends!
(N. Frenkel)

He is for our happiness
He did not spare his life (whose lives are not specified)
He takes care of the Soviet
He ordered his homeland.
(T. Volgina)

Lenin gave us this behest.
We will not forget him:
Power plants bright light
Light it up for the joy of people!
(N. Zabila)

This is the kind of poetry that instilled in us a love for Ilyich. No, not false, but just as one-sided and excessive as the entire cult of Lenin. At least the monuments - you don’t have to look for them in textbooks. Too much, overfeeding, overdose!
In Soviet times, Lenin was unambiguously brilliant, great, perspicacious, and infallible. And forever alive. And the Most Human Man.
In our time, he is presented as a maniac born in fornication, a misanthrope, a burry freak, a syphilitic, a dropout, a destroyer of a great and prosperous Russia.
Why are we so black and white?
Why is a politician historical figure should be for us, if not a bright deity, then a fiend of darkness? A leader of a turning point cannot be pure and gentle, nor can he be inhumanly mediocrity.
Isn’t it strange that the French are in no hurry to curse Napoleon, who laid the Grand Army in the frozen soil of Russia; that the Italians do not spit on Caesar, in whose civil wars the population of Italy decreased by 2/3.
The communist idol has been overthrown. But it was Lenin who was the first leader of the Russian Republic in which we live to this day. (And if after 75 years the Land of Soviets mutated into the Land of Dooms, then this is no longer a re-, but an evolution, and thank God.)
Until the historical image of Lenin has acquired dialectical integrity, one thing remains indisputable:
When Lenin was little,
With a curly head,
He also ran in felt boots
Up the icy hill.

The kindergarteners of those years did not lie. He must have been running.

Brief biography of Vladimir Lenin

Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov (pseudonym Lenin) – Soviet political figure world-class, revolutionary, creator of the Social Democratic Party and Bolshevism, one of the organizers October revolution and Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars. Lenin is also considered the creator of the first socialist state in history. In addition, he laid the foundation of Marxism-Leninism. Vladimir Ilyich was born on April 22, 1870 in the city of Simbirsk (now Ulyanovsk), in the family of a public school inspector.

The future revolutionary spent his childhood in Simbirsk. There he studied at the gymnasium, the director of which was F. M. Kerensky. After graduating from high school with a gold medal, Lenin entered Kazan University at the Faculty of Law, where he studied for a short time and was expelled due to regular assistance to the illegal student movement. People's will" In May 1887, his elder brother Alexander was executed due to participation in the People's Will conspiracy to assassinate the emperor. This became a great tragedy in the Ulyanov family. In 1888, Lenin returned to Kazan and joined the Marxist circle. He is seriously interested in social democratic and political economic issues. As a result, in 1897 he was sent into exile in the Yenisei region for 3 years. It was during this exile that he wrote most of his works. In 1898, he registered his marriage with his common-law wife N.K. Krupskaya so that she could follow him into exile.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Lenin began to work hard to create a new society through a socialist revolution. During the revolution, the organizer himself is in Switzerland, and many participants are arrested. As a result, the leadership of the party passes to Lenin. Despite the fact that attempts at uprising were thwarted more than once, Lenin continued to write new works and organize an anti-government revolution. Soon he becomes the head of the Council of People's Commissars, founds the Red Army and the Third Communist International. Lenin's goal was to create a new economic policy aimed at the growth of the national economy and the formation of a socialist state.

Lenin died on January 21, 1924 in the Gorki estate as a result of a sharp deterioration in health. Two days later, the leader’s body was transported to Moscow and installed in the Hall of Columns. On January 27, the coffin with Lenin’s embalmed body was placed in the Mausoleum on Red Square, where it is now kept. After his death, the cult of personality of this extraordinary ruler intensified even more. Many objects in cities were renamed in his honor, museums and libraries named after Lenin were opened, and monuments were erected.

For children about Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

Dear friend!

Today you have become an October child. This is very honorable.

People look at you, an October boy, and remember the Great October Revolution - our revolution.

People look at your October star and remember Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, our leader.

People see in you a young Leninist, a future pioneer, a Komsomol member, a communist - a builder of communism.

Gain strength and knowledge. Study well. Love to work. Grow up quickly.

Congratulations!

Central Committee of the Komsomol

Central Council of the All-Union Pioneer Organization named after V. I. Lenin

Nadezhda Konstantinovna Krupskaya

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

– There is a portrait hanging on the wall in the room. Vasya told his father:

- Dad, tell me about him.

- Do you know who this is?

- I know. This is Lenin.

- Yes, this is Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. Our beloved, dear, our leader. Well, listen. I was young. Life was bad for us workers back then. The work was hard. We worked from morning until late at night, and lived from hand to mouth. A lot of us worked at the plant. The owner of the plant was Danilov. He did not work. He didn’t bend his back, but he lived oh, how richly!

Where did he get everything from? We worked for him. He paid us little for our work—to put it bluntly, he robbed us. He profited from our work. He had a factory, money, cars, but we had nothing except our working hands.

So I had to go to work with him. This happened not only at the Danilov plant. This was the case in all plants and factories.

Life in the villages was also bad for the peasants. They had little land, but the landowners had a lot. The peasants worked for the landowners. The landowners lived richly, and the peasants lived poorly.

Landowners and capitalists were at one. Along with them was the most important, richest landowner - the tsar. He was the master of everyone. He created such orders that were good only for landowners and capitalists. But it was very difficult for workers and peasants to live under these orders.

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin was a friend and comrade of the workers. He wanted to change all orders. I wanted everyone who works to live well. Lenin fought for the workers' cause.

Lenin began to gather those who stood for the workers. There were more and more of them, the workers’ party – the party of communists – became increasingly stronger.

The party saw that nothing could be achieved without struggle. Workers of all countries began to understand this.

The workers loved Lenin, but the landowners and capitalists hated him. The tsarist police arrested him, put him in prison, exiled him to distant Siberia, and wanted to put him in prison forever. Lenin went abroad and wrote from afar to the workers what they needed to do. And then he came again and led the entire struggle.

In February 1917, the workers, together with the soldiers - then there was a war - drove out the tsar, and then, on November 7, 1917, they drove out both the landowners and capitalists.

They took away their land, and then factories, and began to establish their own rules.

Not the tsar, not the landowners and capitalists, but the workers and peasants themselves began to discuss and decide their affairs in the Soviets.

This was a new thing for them. Lenin and his party led the workers along this difficult path and helped them rebuild their lives in a new way. Lenin had to work a lot. He had a lot of worries. His health became poor, and in 1924 Vladimir Ilyich died.

We were very sad when Lenin died, but we will never forget what he said. We try to do everything as he advised. We are organizing work and life in a new way.

Mikhail Alexandrovich Dudin

The stars are shining on the Kremlin.

Their light is hot and unchanging.

For all the people all over the earth

The word “Lenin” sounds like hope.

When he comes to first grade

A simple freckled boy

He said this word for the first time

Reads in the very first book.

He will enter the world of work and light,

And there is no brighter path.

He will be a Leninist - and this

The most beautiful thing on earth.

Maria Pavlovna Prilezhaeva

The larks are filled with the lads of Simbirsk. Ringing in the sky over the Volga. The Volga has turned sharply near the city, carrying deep waters to the south. The ice has recently passed. From the high Simbirsk coast you can see meadows and blue distances. A steamship is sailing along the Volga.

“White steamer, where are you going?” - “Far away, to the Caspian Sea.”

It's spring in Simbirsk. You can hear sparrows chirping in unison.

All streets and gardens are full of birdsong. In Karamzinsky Park, a rook with a large gray beak walks importantly through a black flowerbed. The wind ruffles the branches of birch trees. There is spring joy on the streets.

And there is joy in the Ulyanov house. The Ulyanovs' house near the Volga. The sun shines hotly through the windows. The whistles of steamships can be heard.

Mom bent over the cradle. There is a son in the cradle. Mom looks at him with thoughtful affection: “Who will you be? What fate awaits you?

Father came in. Ilya Nikolaevich Ulyanov is an inspector of public schools in the Simbirsk province. Him important work. Do teachers teach children well? Ilya Nikolaevich helps and advises teachers on how to teach better. He strives to have as many new public schools as possible in the Simbirsk province. Makes sure that there are enough books and textbooks for schoolchildren. The work of Ilya Nikolaevich is very useful for the people!

- Mashenka! – he called as he entered. - Good afternoon, Masha, dear!

Together with their father, the older children, Anyuta and Sasha, came to see their mother. Dark-eyed, curly-haired Anyuta is six years old. Sasha is four.

Full of curiosity, they approached the cradle.

- Children! - said Ilya Nikolaevich. -Your brother was born. Love him.

- How small! – Anyuta was surprised.

“When he grows up, he will be big,” answered the father.

- And what is his name? – Sasha asked, rising on tiptoes to better see his younger brother.

“We’ll call him Volodya,” my mother answered.

“Okay, let it be Vladimir,” the father agreed.

- Fine! – the children agreed. - We have brother Volodya!

On April 22, 1870, in the city of Simbirsk on the Volga, he was born new person, Vladimir Ulyanov, who will later become the great Lenin.

3rd Ivanovna Voskresenskaya

The most beautiful word on earth -

This is the first word that a person utters, and it sounds equally tender in all languages ​​of the world.

Mom has the kindest and most affectionate hands, they can do everything. Mom has the most loyal and sensitive heart - love never fades in it, it does not remain indifferent to anything.

And no matter how old you are - five or fifty - you always need your mother, her affection, her gaze. And the greater your love for your mother, the happier and brighter your life.

"Mommy!" – Vladimir Ilyich affectionately called his mother in childhood.

“Dear Mommy,” he addressed her in letters from prison, from exile, from exile.

“Take care of our mommy, don’t leave her alone,” he reminded his sisters and brother.

Vladimir Ilyich Lenin’s mother, Maria Aleksandrovna Ulyanova, lived a long life - eighty-one years. She was not a member of the organization of revolutionaries; the tsarist gendarmes did not imprison her or send her into exile. But she raised all her children to be revolutionaries and she herself became their faithful adherent. The children responded to her with great love, attention and care.

In Leningrad, at the Volkov cemetery, there are always fresh flowers on the grave of Maria Alexandrovna. People bring them as a sign of gratitude and deepest respect for the great life feat of this wonderful Russian woman, who gave the world its genius - Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.

At the end of February, Secret moved into the Ulyanovs’ house on the mezzanine. He was restless: he banged with a hammer, rattled with a sewing machine, squealed like a saw, and wheezed like a jigsaw.

As soon as the children in the dining room were left without their parents for even a minute, the Secret connected their heads and began to whisper mysteriously. With the appearance of mother, he disappeared, and the children sat down in their places with the most indifferent look.

Anya, Sasha, Volodya and Olya promised each other not to tell the Secret to dad and mom. But there were also Manyasha and Mitya. You can rely on Manyasha - she is two years old, and although Mitya is six, he could not come to terms with the fact that his mother should not know about the Secret. In the evening, Mitya couldn’t stand it, he went up to his mother and whispered:

- Mommy, we have a Secret. Do you want me to tell you?

- No, I won’t listen. The secret cannot be given away, it must be protected.

In the evenings, the mother did not go upstairs to the children, so as not to run into the Secret. She sat in the dining room, knitting and smiling. When Anya asked permission to keep the money she earned for her lessons, her mother did not ask why she needed it. She didn’t even notice that the sewing machine had moved from the dining room to Anya’s room. Dad sat in his office and, covering his ears, worked so as not to hear the Secret knocking throughout the house. At dinner, the parents did not notice either the golden shavings tangled in Volodya’s curls, or the strands of colored thread on Olya’s neck, or Mitya’s face smeared with paint. And for some reason dad didn’t want to play chess with Sasha these evenings...

Only the clock counted for nothing. They didn't care about any Secret. In the evening, they did not forget to ring nine times and remind them that it was time for the children to go to bed.

The sixth of March was approaching—my mother’s birthday.

On the eve of this day, Secret needed to go downstairs from the mezzanine, and mom and dad went to see friends.

Sasha and Volodya began waxing the painted floors and cleaning their and their sisters’ shoes. Both the floors and the shoes sparkled like mirrors. Anya and Olya were starching, ironing their brothers' shirts and their own ribbons. Mitya was putting things in order in the toy boxes. Only Manyasha was sitting in the nursery, and so that she would not be bored, Olya let her play with her Secret. And when everything was ready and there were only a few minutes left before the parents arrived, disaster struck. Olya ran to Anya crying:

- Look what Manyasha did. Where did she find the scissors?

Anya gasped, and the sisters ran to their brothers for help. Volodya saw Olya’s tear-stained face, took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away her tears.

“Don’t cry,” he persuaded his girlfriend. - Sasha will come up with something now.

Sasha did not know how to be upset and found a way out even now, when the Secret seemed to be irreparably crippled.

Sasha began to draw. Anya picked up the threads. Volodya was threading a needle. Olya wiped her eyes and got to work. Now Olin's Secret has become even more beautiful.

On March 6th, Secret forced my mother to sleep longer than usual so that the children would go to the gymnasium before she woke up.

Lessons that day lasted unusually long. But when they ended and Sasha and Volodya met at the girls’ gymnasium with their sisters to go home together, it seemed to all of them that the sun was shining like spring and the streets were sparkling in festive frost, and Volodya listened and found that the jackdaws were singing today, like starlings.

There was a feeling of celebration in the house.

Mom, in her best dress, sat with dad in the dining room and waited for the children. A cheerful noise came from above.

And so they, six children, go down the stairs and in three pairs enter the dining room. Manyasha and Mitya walk ahead, followed by Olya and Volodya and Anya and Sasha. Everyone has their own Secret behind their back, which they will now reveal to their mother.

They entered the room and stopped. Six pairs of sparkling eyes look at their mother with admiration. She is so beautiful today! A blue dress with a white collar and hair as white as lace above her high forehead suit her so well! Kind lips smile, and sunny sparks sparkle in brown eyes. Dad in a formal frock coat stands behind Mom’s chair, beaming and solemn. Anya stepped forward.

“Our dear mother,” she says in a ringing voice. – We wish you a happy birthday. We wish you to always be healthy, always happy, always smiling.

– Thank you, my dears, thank you! “Mom’s voice breaks, tears shine in her eyes.

“Manyasha, go,” Anya whispers.

Manyasha runs to her mother and hands her a tiny bun on a plate. She cooked it herself.

“Try it,” she suggests to her mother and quickly climbs onto her lap.

- Oh, how delicious! “Mom took a bite, and Manyasha stuffed the rest into her mouth.

Mitya, sticking out his lower lip, carries on his palms an envelope painted with strange flowers and unknown animals. Mitya put all the brightest and most cheerful colors and all his skill into the drawing. And how carefully four words were written on the piece of paper: “Dear Mommy. Congratulations! Mitya." Mom read it aloud and handed the letter to dad:

- Look, what a wonderful congratulation!

And dad really liked Mitya’s gift.

Olya placed a little thought on her mother’s lap. The green pillow was full of embroidered wildflowers and a large red poppy in the middle.

“It’s a very beautiful pillow,” my mother admired, “a real spring meadow.” “Mom especially liked the poppy seed.” “It’s as if this petal was blown away by the wind, and the poppy looks just like it’s alive.”

Olya’s heart was relieved: just under this petal there was an ill-fated hole cut by Manyasha.

Manyasha looked at the pillow and buried her face in her mother’s chest with a guilty look.

Volodya sighed. The pillow outshone all the gifts.

Will mom like his gift? He placed a small, light house with a round window on the floor.

- Mommy, I will attach this birdhouse to the elm tree near the kitchen. Starlings will settle in it and sing songs to you. They'll be arriving soon.

- How lovely! - Mom was happy. – As a child, I had exactly the same birdhouse in front of my window. Since then I have been very fond of starlings. Thank you, Volodyushka!

Sasha unfolded a sheet of white paper and took out a tablet. No, it was once a plank, and a jigsaw and file in Sasha’s hands turned it into thin lace with beautiful teeth and intricately curved branches and leaves.

“This is a board for cutting bread,” my mother immediately understood. “That’s exactly what I missed.” But she is so beautiful that, really, it’s a pity to cut bread on her. I will take great care of her.

Finally it was Anya's turn. She revealed her Secret. A warm flannelette blouse, yellow as chicken down, was trimmed with a brown collar and cuffs. Anya bought the material with her first earnings from work.

I cut and sewed it myself. Mom tried on the blouse and didn’t want to take it off. She really liked it. Somewhere a door slammed. Dad laughed:

- It was Mr. Secret who ran away. He has nothing to do here now.

And immediately it became noisy and fun. Six children sat down at the table. Maria Alexandrovna sat down by the samovar, Ilya Nikolaevich sat at the other end of the table.

“And I also have a gift for all of us on the occasion of our mother’s birthday.”

Dad took out a large photograph from the envelope, which showed the whole family.

The children remembered how on a snowy winter day dad took them all to take pictures, and how long they sat there and were not told to breathe or blink, and how Manyasha was scared when the photographer covered himself with a black diaper.

And here in front of them is the finished photograph.

– It’s so good that we have a mother! - said dad. “She takes care of us all and loves us very much.” Let's thank her for this. We love her dearly too.

Anna Ilyinichna Ulyanova

In the gymnasium

Volodya entered the gymnasium at the age of nine and a half, in first grade. He was prepared for it for two winters - first by a teacher, and then by a teacher at the city school, the closest to us...

He studied easily and willingly. And he had good abilities, and his father taught him, like his older brother and sister, to be persevering, to accurately and attentively carry out tasks. The teachers said that it helps Volodya a lot that he always listens carefully to the explanations of the lesson in class. With his excellent abilities, he usually memorized in class new lesson, and at home he only had to repeat it a little...

Returning from the gymnasium, Volodya told his father about what happened in class and how he answered. Since the same thing was usually repeated - successful answers, good grades, sometimes Volodya simply, quickly walking past his father’s office along the passage room through which he went upstairs, quickly reported as he walked: “From Greek, five, from German five."

This scene is so clear before my eyes: I am sitting in my father’s office and catch the satisfied smile that father and mother exchange, following with my eyes a stocky figure in a school overcoat, with reddish hair sticking out from under the uniform cap, nimbly flashing past the door. The subjects changed, of course; sometimes it sounded: “From Latin five, from algebra five,” but the essence was the same: usually the result was one mark - 5.

In those years, my father told his mother that everything was too easy for Volodya and he was afraid that he would not develop the ability to work. We now know that these fears turned out to be unnecessary, that Volodya managed to develop an exceptional ability to work.

But Volodya also loved to laugh. When his peers gathered or in the family with the younger ones (Olya and Mitya), he was the horse handler of all the games. And every day one could hear his laughter and an inexhaustible supply of jokes and stories.

Vera Vasilyevna Kashkadamova, a city school teacher and a close friend of our family, tells in her memoirs what a cheerful mood usually reigned among us when the whole family gathered for evening tea. “And loudest of all,” she says, “were the voices of Volodya and his second sister, Olya. And so their ringing voices and infectious laughter were heard.” They talked about various incidents at the gymnasium, about various tricks and pranks. Father was also not averse to chatting with us and, leaving serious matters in the office, he talked about his high school years, about various incidents with his comrades, various jokes and anecdotes from school life. “Everyone is laughing, everyone is having fun. And it feels good in this friendly family,” writes Kashkadamova.

Some of Volodya’s pranks remain in my memory. So, a cousin, a female doctor, came to visit us. At that time, female doctors were rare. This cousin was one of the first. She sits in the hall and talks with her father and mother. There is laughter and whispering at the door to the hall. Volodya runs in and briskly addresses the guest:

- Anyuta, I’m sick - treat me.

-What are you sick with? – the young doctor asks condescendingly, seeing that the boy is being naughty.

“I just can’t eat enough: no matter how much I eat, I’m still hungry.”

- Well, go to the kitchen, cut a slice rye bread whole loaf, add a lot of salt and eat.

– I already tried it, it doesn’t help.

- Repeat this medicine, then it will probably help. Volodya can only retreat.

Volodya loved music too. Mom showed him the initial exercises, gave him a few simple children's songs and plays, and he began to play very smartly and with expression. His mother later regretted that he abandoned music, for which he showed great ability.

In the old days, it was a custom to release birds into the wild in the spring. Volodya loved this custom and asked his mother for money to buy a bird and then release it.

Little Volodya loved to catch birds, and he and his friends set traps for them. In the cage he once had, I remember, a re-sex. I don’t know whether he caught it, bought it, or someone gave it to him, I only remember that he didn’t live long, became boring, got ruffled, and died. I don’t know why this happened: whether Volodya was to blame for forgetting to feed the bird or not.

I only remember that someone reproached him for this, and I remember the serious, concentrated expression with which he looked at the dead repolov, and then said decisively: “I will never keep birds in a cage again.”

And he really didn't hold them anymore.

He ran and caught fish with fishing rods on the Sviyaga (a river in Simbirsk), and one of his comrades talks about the following incident. One of the guys suggested that they fish in a large ditch filled with water nearby, saying that crucian carp were caught well there. They went, but, bending over the water, Volodya fell into a ditch; the muddy bottom began to suck him in. “I don’t know what would have happened,” says this comrade, “if a worker from the factory on the river bank hadn’t come running to our screams and pulled Volodya out. After that they didn’t allow us to run to Sviyaga.”

But, having caught fish and birds as a child, Volodya did not become addicted to either one or the other, and in high school he did not fish or set traps for birds. And on a boat with Sasha, when he came from university for the summer, he usually didn’t go, but went younger brother Mitya, who loved to accompany Sasha on his travels around Sviyaga in search of various worms and all sorts of aquatic inhabitants. Sasha studied natural sciences while still a high school student, and at the university he entered the Faculty of Natural Sciences and summer time did research, prepared material for his essays...

Volodya had good relationships with his classmates: he explained things that were unclear, corrected translations or essays, and sometimes helped his classmates who had difficulty writing them. He told me that he was interested in helping so that his friend would get a good grade and so that it wouldn’t look like someone was helping him write, especially so that it wouldn’t look like he, Volodya, was helping. He explained things he didn’t understand to his comrades during breaks, and, like his brother Sasha, sometimes came to the gymnasium half an hour earlier to translate for them a difficult passage from Greek or Latin or explain a complex theorem. The whole class relied on Volodya: going ahead, he helped others learn as well. .

Lenin served exile in the distant Siberian village of Shushenskoye. This was in those years when our party was created. To collect the best people to the party, to create it, Vladimir Ilyich worked a lot in exile. He wrote articles about it. The articles had to be forwarded to comrades who were free and could publish them in an illegal newspaper. But how? - that was the painful question. Vladimir Ilyich thought for a long time about how to defeat the police and gendarmes, and finally came up with an idea. He decided to sew the articles between the soles of his felt boots and send them to the old revolutionary Lydia Mikhailovna Knipovich, who lived in Astrakhan under police supervision.

Knipovich had several party nicknames: “Uncle”, “Grandfather”, “Grandmother”. She really was older than all of us. Vladimir Ilyich respected her very much for her dedication to her cause, for her courage in solving the most risky party matters. He knew that “Granny” would figure out how to extract the articles from the felt boots and hand them over to his comrades who would be able to print them.

Much later, Knipovich told me:

– It was a hot spring day. The postman knocks on my door and hands me a notice about the parcel. “Who is this from?” - Think. I get ready and run to the post office. I present the summons. A few minutes later the parcel is delivered. I take the parcel and see: it is from Minusinsk. I don't know the sender's last name. What kind of opportunity? I come home, hastily open the parcel and take out my worn but still strong felt boots. I look inside and take out a letter written in a handwriting I don’t recognize. I'm reading...

And Knipovich recounted to me in detail in her own words Vladimir Ilyich’s letter:

“Dear grandmother, we are very concerned about your illness with rheumatism. Doctors advise to always keep your feet warm during this serious illness. We know that you do not have warm shoes, and we are afraid that you will catch a cold. In Astrakhan it is always damp from the sea and fog, and the weather is extremely changeable. Please wear felt boots and don’t catch a cold. The felt boots are still good, warm, the soles are double. We always wear them here in Siberia and are very pleased. We, thank God, are alive and well, which we wish you with all our hearts. Nadya sends you greetings and greetings. He always remembers you, remembering you with a kind word. And I wish you all the best." And then there is a signature with a stroke that cannot be read. I immediately guessed that this package was from Vladimir Ilyich. “But why felt boots?” – I thought. After carefully examining them, I decided to rip off the sole. She locked the room with a hook, went to the farthest corner so that I could not be seen from the window, and began to carefully peel off the sole. I turn away the felt and suddenly see a corner of white paper. I hurried and pulled out thin, finely written leaves. I recognized Vladimir Ilyich’s handwriting. These were his articles and a letter to the editor of the newspaper. So that’s why Ilyich sent me felt boots!

I hid the articles in a secret place under the floor. And she began to wear felt boots, explaining to her neighbors that the doctor ordered this so as not to catch cold feet. I managed to forward the articles to reliable hands…

Alexey Alexandrovich Surkov

“Having ended the worries of underground life...”

Having finished with the worries of underground life,

Sharing the joy of victory with the rebels,

He arrived, as agreed, in Smolny,

To take the helm, in the name of the party.

So he ran up the steps hastily.

Here he is, walking through the crowd.

They recognize him smiling happily

They shake his hand and let him go forward.

Alexander Terentyevich Kononov

The uprising began at night.

The night was black and menacing. The street lights were not lit. The Bolshevik cruiser Aurora towered like a dark hulk on the Neva. The lights on it were extinguished, and the muzzles of the guns were turned towards the Winter Palace.

In the darkness, distant shots were heard, motorcycles crackled, trucks roared along the pavement; soldiers and sailors stood on them with rifles.

Bonfires were burning in the streets. The Red Guards warmed themselves by the fire, talked quietly, and waited for the order to advance.

By this time, detachments of armed workers had already occupied all the bridges across the Neva.

On one bridge stood a young Petrograd worker, Andrei Krutov. Together with him, eight more soldiers - Red Guards and sailors - guarded the bridge. They were commanded by an old Bolshevik, whom everyone called Vasily Ivanovich.

Twice during the night the bridge was fired upon by cadets, but the Red Guards drove them away with shots without moving from their spot. It was possible to cross the bridge only with special passes.

But one person did not have a pass, and yet they let him through. When he came closer to the outpost, Vasily Ivanovich stepped towards him with a revolver in his hand and asked sternly:

- Your pass!

The man stopped and turned back the raised collar of his coat.

His cheek was tightly tied with a scarf.

He said something quietly to Vasily Ivanovich. He stepped aside and lifted his visor.

The man with the bandaged cheek walked quickly past Andrei onto the bridge and disappeared into the darkness.

And the head of the outpost returned to his place and stood next to Andrei.

He didn’t say a word and kept looking in the direction where the stranger had gone. There, across the river, from time to time shots thundered dully.

Finally Krutov could not stand it and asked:

- Well, did he show you the pass? Vasily Ivanovich answered slowly:

- No. He didn't have time to receive it. He was hiding all the time... First in Finland, then here. And now he’s going to Smolny.

- Just think: he passed here past enemy troops. He could have... you understand, he could have been killed!

This was the first time Andrei heard his commander speak in such a voice.

He looked into Vasily Ivanovich’s face and asked:

- Who was it?

And the commander of the Red Guard outpost replied:

- Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.

Vladimir Dmitrievich Bonch-Bruevich

In the first days of October

The first days of the October Revolution. Petrograd is in turmoil. Everyone is waiting for something. Smolny is bustling with people...

Here, in Smolny, the main headquarters of the Bolsheviks was located: the Military Revolutionary Committee. Vladimir Ilyich was also there. He warmly greeted those who came, asked them about all the events of the day and, most of all, about what was happening there, at the Winter Palace and on the approaches to it.

The news that Vladimir Ilyich was in Smolny quickly spread among the Bolsheviks. Many wanted to see him and came here. Strangers also began to look into the room. Correspondents of various newspapers, including foreign ones, especially sought to get into it. They obviously noticed that this is where a lot of people were going, and that the leadership center of the uprising was operating here.

It was necessary to introduce reliable security.

More than five hundred armed workers were stationed in one of the rooms at Smolny. These were Red Guards. It was decided to select seventy-five of them for protection.

A young, handsome worker, about thirty years old, with curls curling from under his hat, calmly gives a clear command:

- Form up!

Instantly everything is in place. Silence: not a rustle, not a sound. The guards froze at the door. The commander reports that seventy-five people are needed, ready for anything, even death.

The entire squad took a step and froze. The commander selected the people, appointed a chief and two people to replace him.

“If something happens...” he noted gloomily and fell silent. Now we have prepared passes. Pass No. 1 was issued to Vladimir Ilyich.

- What is this? Pass? For what? – asked Vladimir Ilyich.

- Necessary. Just in case... Smolny security has already been created. Please take a look...

Vladimir Ilyich looked out the door and saw a detachment standing in impeccable military formation.

- What great fellows! Nice to look at! – he said admiringly.

Sentinels stood at the front door outside and inside the room. The chief immediately established contact with the central detachment.

People kept coming and coming.

Vladimir Ilyich was very worried that the siege of the Winter Palace, in which the cadets guarding the Provisional Government were holed up, was dragging on.

The Pavlovsky Guards Regiment, which joined the revolutionary troops, was ordered to occupy the streets adjacent to the Winter Palace.

The regiment lay down near the palace itself.

The sailors arrived. They immediately, without stopping, quickly crossed Palace Square and occupied the approaches to the Winter Palace. The assault began. It lasted for several hours.

Drawing along the soldiers of the Pavlovsk regiment and the Red Guards, the sailors with a strong blow opened the huge doors of the palace and burst into the interior.

The cruiser "Aurora" moored on the Neva. He was given orders to turn the guns towards the palace. The Peter and Paul Fortress received the same order.

The cannons of the Aurora and the Peter and Paul Fortress announced the beginning of the assault.

Red Guards, sailors and soldiers occupied the most important points of the Winter Palace - stairs, passages and exits. On this night, from October 25 to 26, the Winter Palace was taken by revolutionary troops. The Provisional Government was arrested and sent under guard to the Peter and Paul Fortress. Kerensky, dressed in a woman's dress, secretly left the Winter Palace and fled in the car of the American embassy.

A scooter soldier, dressed in a black leather jacket and matching trousers, hurries down the corridor with quick military steps. He has a travel bag over his shoulder, which he holds with his left hand.

– Where is the headquarters of the Military Revolutionary Committee? - he turns to two Red Guards standing guard at the door.

-Who do you want?

- Lenina! Report!..

The sentry turns around and says to his comrade:

- So we need a distributor... a courier has arrived. Without a pass... To the headquarters. Requires Lenin.

The breeder came out. He asked where the courier was from and from whom.

– From the Winter Palace... From Commander-in-Chief Podvoisky.

- Report! - says the scooter driver, entering the door of the next room. -Lenin required.

Vladimir Ilyich approaches:

-What do you say, comrade?

– Are you Lenin?

The scooter driver looks at Vladimir Ilyich with curiosity; his eyes sparkle with joy. He quickly unfastens the flap of the bag, takes out a piece of paper, carefully hands it to Vladimir Ilyich, takes it under his visor and briefly reports:

- Report!

“Thank you, comrade,” says Vladimir Ilyich and extends his hand.

He is embarrassed and shakes Vladimir Ilyich’s hand with both hands. He smiles, lifts his visor again, sharply, military-style, turns around and walks away with a brisk step.

As he walks, he puts a piece of paper in his bag, on which Vladimir Ilyich signed.

- “The Winter Palace was taken, the Provisional Government was arrested, Kerensky fled!” - Vladimir Ilyich quickly reads the report aloud.

And I had just finished reading when a “hurray” was heard, powerfully picked up by the Red Guards in the next room.

- Hooray! - rushed everywhere.

At around four in the morning we, tired but excited, began to leave Smolny. I invited Vladimir Ilyich to come and spend the night with me. Having called the Rozhdestvensky district in advance, I instructed the combat squad to check the streets with reconnaissance.

We left Smolny. The city was not illuminated. We got into the car and drove to my house.

Vladimir Ilyich was apparently very tired and dozed off in the car. We had some dinner. I tried to provide everything for Vladimir Ilyich’s rest. I barely managed to persuade him to take my bed in a separate small room, where he had a desk, paper, ink and a library at his disposal. Vladimir Ilyich agreed, and we parted ways.

I lay down on the sofa in the next room and decided to fall asleep only when I was completely sure that Vladimir Ilyich was already asleep.

For greater security I locked entrance doors on all the chains, hooks and locks, put his revolvers on alert, thinking that they could break in, arrest, kill Vladimir Ilyich - anything can be expected!

Just in case, I immediately wrote down on a separate piece of paper all the telephone numbers of my comrades, Smolny, district workers’ committees and trade unions. “So as not to forget in a hurry,” I thought.

Vladimir Ilyich had already turned off the electricity in his room. I listen: is he sleeping? Can not hear anything. I began to doze off, and when I was about to fall asleep, Vladimir Ilyich’s light suddenly flashed.

I became wary. I heard how he almost silently got out of bed, quietly opened the door to me and, making sure that I was “asleep,” walked quietly, on tiptoe, so as not to wake anyone, to the desk. He sat down at the table, opened the inkwell and went deep into work, laying out some papers! I could see all this through the slightly open door.

Vladimir Ilyich wrote, crossed out, read, made notes, wrote again, and finally, apparently, began to rewrite completely.

It was already dawn, the late Petrograd autumn morning was beginning to turn gray when Vladimir Ilyich put out the fire, went to bed and fell asleep. I also forgot.

In the morning I asked everyone at home to remain quiet, explaining that Vladimir Ilyich had been working all night and was undoubtedly extremely tired.

Suddenly the door opened and he came out of the room, dressed, energetic, fresh, cheerful, joyful, playful.

“Happy first day of the socialist revolution,” he congratulated everyone.

No fatigue was visible on his face, as if he had had a great night's sleep, but in fact he only slept for two or three hours at most after a stressful twenty-hour day of work.

My comrades came up. When everyone gathered to drink tea and Nadezhda Konstantinovna, who had spent the night with us, came out, Vladimir Ilyich took the copied sheets of paper out of his pocket and read to us his famous Decree on Land, which he worked on in these decisive days.

Soon we headed to Smolny on foot, and then boarded a tram. Vladimir Ilyich beamed, seeing the exemplary order on the streets.

In the evening, at the Second All-Russian Congress of Soviets, after the adoption of the Decree on Peace, Vladimir Ilyich read aloud with particular clarity the Decree on Land, which was unanimously adopted by the congress with delight.

Mikhail Arkadyevich Svetlov

Native name

Lenin's name again and again

Repeated by the great people.

And as the closest word

The name of Lenin lives in my heart.

We will not get tired of our work!

And there is no stronger country than ours,

If the party is warm breath

Every feat of the people is warmed.

Vladimir Dmitrievich Bonch-Bruevich

Soviet coat of arms

Everything was created anew in our country. And the state emblem also needed a new one, which had never existed before in the history of nations - the emblem of the world’s first state of workers and peasants.

At the beginning of 1918, they brought me a drawing of the coat of arms, and I immediately took it to Vladimir Ilyich.

Vladimir Ilyich at that time was in his office and talking with Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov, Felix Edmundovich Dzerzhinsky and a whole group of comrades. I placed the drawing on the table in front of Lenin.

– What is this – a coat of arms?.. Interesting to see! - And he, leaning over the table, began to look at the drawing.

Everyone surrounded Vladimir Ilyich and together with him looked at the draft coat of arms.

Rays shone on a red background rising sun, framed by sheaves of wheat, a sickle and a hammer crossed inside, and a sword was directed from the baldric of the sheaves upwards, towards the sun's rays.

“Interesting!..” said Vladimir Ilyich. – There is an idea, but why a sword? - And he looked at all of us. “We are fighting, we are fighting and will continue to fight until we consolidate the dictatorship of the proletariat and until we expel both the White Guards and the interventionists from our country. But violence cannot rule among us. The policy of conquest is alien to us. We do not attack, but fight off enemies, our war is defensive, and the sword is not our emblem. We must hold it tightly in our hands in order to defend our proletarian state as long as we have enemies, while we are attacked, while we are threatened, but this does not mean that it will always be this way... When the brotherhood of peoples is proclaimed and implemented in all over the world, we will not need the sword... We must remove the sword from the coat of arms of our socialist state... - And Vladimir Ilyich crossed out the sword in the drawing with a finely sharpened pencil. - But the rest of the coat of arms is good. Let's approve the project, and then look and discuss it again in the Council of People's Commissars. We need to do this quickly...

And he put his signature on the drawing.

I handed over the draft coat of arms to the artist Andreev, who was in Lenin’s office. At that time he was sculpting Vladimir Ilyich, sitting quietly on the sofa. Andreev redrawn the coat of arms, made everything somehow more prominent, more expressive and, of course, removed the sword.

This project of the coat of arms of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, corrected according to the comments of Vladimir Ilyich, and was approved on July 19, 1918.

In the coat of arms Soviet Union there is also a sickle and a hammer, and golden sheaves in the rays of the rising sun. The Soviet people live under these happy symbols of peace and labor, and with them they go to communism.

On a subbotnik

The first of May - the day of militant international proletarian solidarity - in 1920 in our country was declared the day of the All-Russian subbotnik. They worked everywhere that day.

At that time I was a cadet at the First Kremlin machine gun courses. In the Kremlin, in addition to us cadets, employees of the All-Russian Central Executive Committee and the Council of People's Commissars worked on the subbotnik.

...Our group had to work on Ivanovskaya Square, near the monument to Alexander II; Vladimir Ilyich also worked here. At first, Lenin worked with the course commissar Borisov, then cadet Permyakov became his partner. They carried five-six meter logs. The cadet, knowing Lenin’s state of health and age, tried to take the thickened end of the log. Ilyich quickly noticed this and began to get ahead of the cadet. Then the cadet said to Vladimir Ilyich:

- Why are you doing it? After all, I am younger than you, and for me this burden does not amount to much work.

Lenin, grinning, answered the cadet:

– So don’t argue with me if I’m older.

When the logs were moved, they began to carry huge oak ridges. They were carried on sticks by six people. This time I was lucky enough to work several times in the same group with Lenin. Why several times and not all the time? Yes, because everyone wanted to work with Ilyich, and after almost every smoke break the cadets changed.

When we carried the oak logs, sweat poured from everyone: the logs were very heavy, and the day was hot. However, Vladimir Ilyich always tried to be ahead and take what was harder. We could not look at this indifferently, but he did not want to listen to our persuasion. Then one of our group approached Lenin and said:

– Vladimir Ilyich, why are you doing this? Better go to the Council of People's Commissars. After all, they are probably waiting for you there, but here we can manage without you.

Vladimir Ilyich was greatly offended. He walked back and forth several times, then approached this comrade, took him by the shoulders, laughed loudly and said:

“You shouldn’t, my friend, send me away.” Nothing will come of it anyway: I won’t leave. Now this work is the most important.

Working with Vladimir Ilyich was very easy and good. He was very attentive and asked each of us:

– Aren’t you tired, comrade?

Ilyich joked a lot and laughed contagiously. Our timidity and shyness that appeared at the beginning disappeared. We felt completely free with him.

One day, while resting, everyone sat down on a log. Vladimir Ilyich also sat with us. We started smoking. Ilyich looked at us and said:

- Well, what do you find good in this smoke? After all, tobacco is poison. It destroys your health.

And we, in turn, asked him:

– Have you, Vladimir Ilyich, ever smoked?

– Yes, in my youth I once started smoking, but I quit and never did it again.

Vladimir Ilyich left work before the end of the cleanup, because they came for him and told him that it was time to go to the laying of the monument to Karl Marx. When leaving, Ilyich said goodbye to us and wished us to successfully complete the work.

This is how Lenin worked on this historical day, setting a personal example of discipline, hard work, and true comradeship.

Alexander Terentyevich Kononov

Trip to Kashino

In 1920, residents of the village of Kashino built an electrical station. Then it was a very difficult matter: there were no most necessary materials; the nail even became a rarity in the village.

And at such a time, the Kashin peasants themselves, on their own, at their own request, began to build an electric station. With great difficulty we obtained several coils of telephone wire. It was very thick, twisted from wire. They spread it on the ground and began to untwist it with tongs, pincers, and simply with their bare hands. We untwisted it and it turned out to be a lot of wire.

Logs were brought from the forest, sawed into poles, and planed smooth. Now it was necessary to obtain an electric machine - a dynamo.

If in those days it was not easy to buy a nail, then how hard was it to get a dynamo!

The Kashin peasants went to Moscow. And wherever they went, they began the conversation with the fact that Lenin had a plan - to install electricity throughout the country; This means that they are acting according to this Leninist plan.

And although not right away, the Kashin residents achieved their goal: they got a dynamo.

They brought her to Kashino and placed her in a large barn.

They placed poles all over the street, strung wire, and gave each hut an electric light bulb.

When everything was ready, they sent a letter to Lenin and invited him to the opening of the power plant.

The letter was sent, but I couldn’t believe it: where could Lenin come, he had no time...

Still, they began to prepare. In the largest hut they set up a long table and benches, and everything unnecessary - chests, beds - was taken out. We cooked and baked as many treats as we could.

The peasants no longer knew whether to wait for Lenin.

And suddenly a passenger car appeared on the road.

The kids were the first to run towards us. The car stopped. Vladimir Ilyich and Nadezhda Konstantinovna were sitting in it.

Vladimir Ilyich asked the guys:

-Where is your power plant? The guys were happy:

- Ride it, then we’ll show you.

Lenin put the guys in the car and off we went.

Peasants met him at the large hut.

A conversation began in the hut.

Lenin spoke about the victory of the Red Army over the White Guards and congratulated the peasants on this victory.

The peasants began to tell him about their affairs.

Lenin listened with interest. When the narrator fell silent, Vladimir Ilyich encouraged him:

Lenin had a remarkable memory: he immediately remembered who’s name was, and then called old peasants by their first and patronymic names: Alexey Andreevich, Vasilisa Pavlovna. The old people really liked it.

The conversation turned out to be so interesting for both Lenin and the peasants that no one noticed that the day was already ending. Only one person was worried - the photographer. He came to photograph Vladimir Ilyich together with the peasants and now he kept thinking with anxiety: it would be evening soon, the picture probably wouldn’t come out – there wasn’t enough light. Finally he decided:

– Vladimir Ilyich, the peasants would like to film with you.

“Ah... well, okay,” Lenin answered. And he continued to talk.

Another ten minutes passed. It was getting dark outside the window. The photographer said desperately:

– In a few minutes it will be too late to shoot!

Vladimir Ilyich looked at him. I didn’t want to be photographed, but Lenin respected the work of others: the photographer came from the city and spent his time. And Lenin said:

- Well, go into the yard, get ready. Nadezhda Konstantinovna and I will go out now.

The photographer ran outside with the camera and began installing it. Woe to him and the guys: they came at him from all sides, trying to sit down in front of the apparatus.

Vladimir Ilyich and Nadezhda Konstantinovna also left the hut. The photographer sat them down in the middle, and began to seat the peasants around them. But even here the guys intervened: they hovered underfoot, huddled closer to Vladimir Ilyich. The photographer got angry: everyone needs to sit quietly, otherwise the picture will be ruined.

Vladimir Ilyich also began to persuade the guys - he showed them the device:

- Look into that little black hole over there.

The guys began to look into the hole in the device. The photographer threw a long black scarf over his head and froze. Lenin told him:

– Don’t freeze my guys. They laughed all around:

- It’s okay, they’re healthy, they’ll survive.

The guys began to stir again: the conversation turned to them. Here the photographer could not stand it and shouted:

- Attention!

Lenin smiled and, smiling, walked out into the photograph...

Then the rally opened. In the middle of the square stood a tall pole with a new electric lantern hanging on it; it has never been lit before. The pillar was entwined with fir branches and red ribbons. There was a table under the lantern.

And peasants gathered around not only from the village of Kashino, but also from other villages and hamlets. Many came here from far away.

Lenin approached the table and began speaking:

– Your village of Kashino is launching an electric station. Wonderful job! But this is just the beginning. Our task is to ensure that our entire republic is flooded with electric light...

When Lenin finished his speech, the string orchestra played “The Internationale”. And at that very moment, in the barn where the dynamo stood, the electrician turned on the current.

An electric lantern flashed in the square, and the lights in the huts lit up all at once.

Previously, Kashin peasants burned small lamps-smokers; they burned barely, dimly, with a greenish light. And now someone said, looking at the bright electric light:

- So Ilyich’s light bulb came on... Lenin began to say goodbye to the peasants. I said goodbye and went to the car. It was completely dark, the cold November wind was blowing in my face.

When they had already driven far, Vladimir Ilyich looked back. Behind, among the dark fields, the windows of the Kashin huts shone brightly.

Alexander Trifonovich Tvardovsky

Lenin and the stove maker

Everyone in Gorki knew him,

The old people called for a meeting,

Children - simply, in a crowd,

They were a little jealous and surrounded me.

He was sick.

Go for a walk every day.

Loved whoever he meets

Say hello sincerely.

A mile away - like walking -

Anyone could recognize him.

Just the case with the stove maker

Came out like this one day.

Nina Tokareva
Lesson summary “Walk along Lenin Street”

Program content:

Continue to introduce children to the memorable places of our city; to cultivate patriotic feelings and pride for our fellow countrymen; the ability to answer questions fully and draw conclusions independently; activate your vocabulary, continue to develop the ability to draw a flower – a carnation – from memory.

Progress of the lesson

“All the children have gathered in a circle. I am your friend and you are my friend. Let’s hold hands tightly and smile at each other.” (Organizing time) . Look, the sun has appeared in the sky, it is glad to see you.

Guess who came to visit us. Today it came to visit us - round, yellow, warm, when in the sky it is good and joyful for all people, what is it? Yes guys, this is the sun. It really wants to get to know you. Children stand in a circle and the sun (soft toy) passed from hand to hand with the words - Hello, Sunny, my name is -) Sunny is glad that he now has many good friends.

I have my own motherland by the stream and by the crane.

And you and I have it. And the native land is one.

What republic do you and I live in? (Tatarstan)

Guys, what is the name of the city where you live? (Zelenodolsk)

What about the people living in it? (Zelenodolets)

Artem, which one? street you live, what is it called? What about Ksyusha? lives on the street?

What is the name of Street where does Savely live?

Look, the sun has begun to shine brighter, it would like to invite us on a journey (slide show)

Guys, do you like to travel? Then let's hit the road, and let's begin our journey... (slide show) What kind of building is this? That's right, this is our kindergarten, and is everyone ready? Then have a good trip.

And today we will travel along the main Zelenodolsk street. What is it called? Lenin Street.

Then let's go - We walk, we walk,

We raise our legs higher...

Our city is very beautiful at any time of the year - because there are many trees, flower beds, fountains, monuments (slides of the city are shown simultaneously with the story). It’s not for nothing that they called it – Zeleny Dol – green city - Zelenodolsk

Look, the sun has stopped, why? (slide show) This is a stadium. Why do people need a stadium? (children's answers)

People should be strong and healthy, athletes train here, competitions take place different types sports Would you like to be healthy and strong? (children's answers) Where should you start your day? (Children's answers)

Correctly with charging

Physical exercise And now everything is in order, let’s get together for exercises...

Well done, look, the sun bespeaks us on our way. Where has it led us? Right to the square Lenin. What's on the square Lenin? (slide show)

On the square Lenin has a fountain, a monument, a recreation park, a Song and Dance Theater, people relax on the square, big events take place here, and most importantly, in winter the most beautiful and largest Christmas tree of our city stands here. (slide show with various city events - City Day, New Year, graduation of high school students in the city, etc.) But guys, we have no time to rest and so we hit the road again.

Now we are passing by... What kind of building is this? Museum. And next to the museum is a beautiful fountain, what is it called? Fountain "Friendship between nations", why do you think the fountain is named that way? (children's answers) Of course, because people of different nationalities live in our city - Russians and Tatars, Mari and Chuvash. But the sun is calling us on the road again. We cross the road carefully. At what traffic light will we start our journey? To green. What is this on our way? (Children's answers - slide show) Yes, this is Victory Park. What can you and I see here? (Children's answers, slide show) In Victory Park there are a lot of exhibits, monuments, obelisks, and an eternal flame burns. This fire burns day and night at any time of the year. Victory Park is a memory and respect for those people who fought for our bright future without sparing their lives. (slide show with short stories)

Our excursion is coming to an end, look, the sun is saying goodbye to us, it will come our next class and we will continue our journey not only Lenin street, but we also learn a lot of new and interesting things about our city and our fellow countrymen.

And you and I will close our eyes, turn around ourselves and find ourselves in kindergarten. And here we are in the group.

Guys, have you noticed how many flowers are laid near each memorial, monument and at the Eternal Flame? Then let's go with you "let's collect" We will place a bouquet of carnations at the Eternal Flame.

But before we start drawing, let's stretch our hands - finger exercise "Helpers"

Children sit down and start drawing carnations (drawing from memory)

Look how many beautiful carnations we drew, everyone did their best today, well done. Following class We will start with Victory Park, with the laying of flowers. (slide show of the Eternal Flame)

“No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten”- bright inscription on granite stone

But, like fire, at the foot there is a carnation.

No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.

Bottom line classes.

LENIN was a revolutionary Marxist and collectivist to the core. His entire life and activity were subordinated to one great goal - the struggle for the triumph of socialism. And this left a stamp on all his feelings and thoughts. All pettiness, petty envy, malice, vindictiveness, vanity, which are very characteristic of petty-owning individualists, were alien to him.

Lenin He fought, he posed questions sharply, but he never brought anything personal into disputes, he approached questions from the point of view of the case, and therefore his comrades were usually not offended by his harshness. He looked at people very carefully, listened to what they said, tried to capture the very essence, and therefore he was able to capture the appearance of a person from a number of insignificant details, he knew how to approach people remarkably sensitively, to reveal in them all the good, valuable that can be put to serve the common cause.

I constantly had to observe how, when coming to Ilyich, a person became different, and for this Ilyich’s comrades loved him, and he himself drew from communication with them as much as very rarely anyone else could draw.

Not everyone knows how to learn from life, from people. Ilyich knew how. He didn’t cheat with anyone, didn’t be diplomatic, didn’t rub anyone the wrong way, and people felt his sincerity.

Caring for his comrades was his characteristic feature. He took care of them while in prison, while free, in exile, in exile, and when he became Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars. He cared not only about his comrades, but also about very distant people who needed his help. In the only letter from Ilyich that I have preserved there is the following phrase: “I read the letters for help that sometimes come to you and try to do what I can.” This was in the summer of 1919, when Ilyich had more than enough other worries. Was walking Civil War with all its might...

The success of the case deeply pleased Ilyich. Business was what he lived by, what he loved and what fascinated him. Lenin tried to get as close to the mass as possible, and he knew how to do it. Communication with workers gave him a lot. Gave a real understanding of the tasks of the struggle of the proletariat at every stage...

From the thousands of remarks, even individual expressions, figures of speech scattered in his articles and speeches, one can see the personality of Ilyich - a collectivist, a fighter for the workers' cause. To be a collectivist, a fighter for the workers’ cause, is great happiness. A person constantly feels how his horizons are becoming wider, his understanding of life is deepening, his field of activity is expanding, and his ability to work is growing; he feels how he grows along with the growth of the mass, along with the growth of the matter. And that’s why Ilyich laughed so contagiously, joked so cheerfully, he loved the “green tree of life” so much, life gave him so much joy. Lenin could not have become what he was if he had lived in a different era, and not in the era of the proletarian revolution and the construction of socialism. The theory of Marxism gave him deep conviction in the victory of the cause of the proletariat, gave him the necessary farsightedness, the struggle and work in exceptional proximity to the proletariat for the cause of the proletariat brought up in Ilyich the traits of a man of the future, whose appearance is so different from the appearance of a noble hero, from the appearance of a bourgeois and petty-bourgeois hero, so far from the crowd, from the masses.

To understand Ilyich as a person means to understand more deeply, to better understand what the construction of socialism is, it means to feel the appearance of a man of the socialist system.

N.K. Krupskaya. Excerpt from memories.