Презентация на тему Проектная работа Valentin Safronov: I am not great...

Shakirova. I was born in Almenevo. My parents and

grandparents were born and live here. I like my native place: its beautiful nature, hospitable people, its national customs and traditions.

When I think about Almenevo I always remember poems of our local poet Valentin Safronov.
But what do we know about him?..

was born on July 25, 1927 in Moscow. He

was the third child in a family of five. His parents worked at a factory. The family was not rich and he had to work at the age of 13.

Childhood

began. Many Soviet people including Valentin’s father went to

the front. In 1943 Valentin joined the army. He was only 16. He participated in the battles of the 3rd Ukrainian Front.

“With pain I remembered the time, With war and Moscow connected. My dad was old and ill, But with undulled soul… And I’m only thirteen – In my life – the darkest time…”

War time

2 nd degree
Medal "For the capture of Vienna"
Medal “For

the liberation
of Belgrade”

Medal “For the capture of Budapest”

Medal “For the Victory over Germany”

His War Awards

He attended builder courses and took part in the

construction of the Moscow State University.

After war

he and his wife left Moscow. They travelled a

lot, lived and worked in different places of our country, met interesting people. In 1971 the Safronovs came to Kurgan, in 1983 - to Almenevo and lived there to the end of their lives.

will be a nice chief,
Which will never die.
I have

to say “goodbye” because I want
To be closer to your heart and to your soul.
I want to see your trees and fields,
I want to visit villages and know people skills,
I need to make my soul stronger,
And I can’t wait even a minute longer!

poems in the 60’s. But his real creative work

began after his retirement. The most popular poems:
«Swans» (1976) «Under a veil» (1987) «I am not great…» (1992)

Literary activity

на левой стороне,  Снежком белеет что-то - это лебеди,  Объявленные редкостью

в стране. Картина эта здесь для всех привычная.  Из года в год летит сюда семья,  Доверие питая безграничное  К радетелям своим, своим друзьям. Завещаны, я слышал, птицы предками  Всем жителям колхозного сельца...  Спасибо им, что живы птицы редкие!  Спасибо им за редкие сердца!

не небесная, Какая-то ты не такая, Какая-то мне неизвестная.

То за день

не вымолвишь слова, То мелешь, от слов задыхаешься, То сразу в объятья готова, То даже руки не касаешься. То зорькою светишься алой, То мрачною хмуришься тучею. То девочкой кажешься малой, То древней старухой скрипучею. Наверно, увидеть невмочь я Тебя за туманной завесою, С одной стороны, вроде, Божья, С другой стороны, вроде, бесова.

бронза. Я – малюсенький блик, Дальний родственник солнца. Я, стихами горя, Мир согреть

не сумею. Но тебя и себя В день невзгоды согрею

works is a reflection of his own life. He

wrote about ordinary people, their lives, about nature. A lot of poems are dedicated to his daughter, granddaughter and great-granddaughter. He spoke about love, friendship and honesty, hated egoism, cruelty and falsehood. His feelings, ideals and thoughts are understood and shared by people.

Feelings and thoughts…

Valentin Safronov was a

member of the Union of Russian Writers. His poems were published in different newspapers and magazines: “Tobol”, “Siberian Krai”, “New world”, “Urals”. Very often you can find his poems in our local newspaper “Tribuna”. They are loved by readers for honesty and kindness.

Publications

lot of exhibits which are connected with Safronov’s life:

articles, photos, books, personal things. He was honored by his contemporaries for realism and love to ordinary people.

In the district museum

at the age of 83. He wrote about things

which are dear to all people. He is not great, but he is a real citizen of his country. Have you read his poems? Not yet? I recommend you to do it.

1927-2011