Bergholz Biography Presentation

In the year, she came to the literary association of the work youth “Smena”, where she met the poet Boris Kornilov her first husband, with whom she later studied at the highest courses at the Institute of Art History. Prediplit practice took place in Vladikavkaz in the summer of the year, in the newspaper Power of Labor. It covered the construction of a number of national economic facilities, in particular, the Gizeldon hydroelectric power station.

Later, in the year she wrote about this period of her biography the poem “The Road to the Mountains”: ... we stopped for an hour on the Mamison pass. The immortal snow shone, surrounding us with a crown. Not ours, high, transcendental scope seemed to say: "And I live without you, separately, millennia, as I lived." And with this wild indifference, the soul was struck.

And as the zenith of earthly happiness, silence arose in the soul ... ... On December 5, the year was arrested on charges “in connection with the enemies of the people” and as a participant in a counter -revolutionary conspiracy against Stalin and Zhdanov, in conclusion, both her daughters died after the beatings, and had died before. The first husband Boris Kornilov was shot on February 21 in Leningrad.

The memorial plaque in St. Petersburg 6 during the Great Patriotic War, remaining in the besieged Leningrad, worked on the radio, turning to the courage of the city’s inhabitants almost daily. Her second husband, literary critic N. Molchanov, died of hunger. At this time, Bergholz created its best poems dedicated to the defenders of Leningrad: “February Diary”, “Leningrad Poem”.

After the war, on the granite stele of the Piskarevsky memorial cemetery, where Leningraders who died during the Leningrad blockade and in the battles during the protection of the city rest, it was her words were carved: Leningraders were lying here. Here are the townspeople men, women, children. Next to them, the soldiers are the Red Army. With all their lives, they defended you, Leningrad, the cradle of the revolution.

We will not be able to list their nobly names here, so there are a lot of them under the eternal protection of granite.

But know, listening to these stones: no one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten. Wrote the play “They lived in Leningrad”, set in the theater of A. In the year, a cycle of poems about Stalingrad. After a business trip to the liberated Sevastopol, the tragedy “Fidelity” by a new step in the work of Bergholz appeared the prosaic book “Daystream Stars”, which allows to understand and feel the “Biography of the Century”, the fate of the generation.

In the days of farewell to I. Stalin in the newspaper Pravda, the following lines of the poetess were published: the heart is doused with blood ... Our beloved, our dear! Grasping your head of the head, the homeland is crying over you. In the middle of the beginning of the X, several poems of Bergholz were distributed in Samizdat. In E, her poetic collections came out: “Knot”, “Test”, in E “Fidelity”, “Memory”.

Olga Bergholz died in Leningrad on November 13. Buried on the writer's bridges of the Volkovsky cemetery. The monument on the grave of the poetess appeared only in the year. The diaries that the poetess kept for many years were not published during her lifetime. After the death of Olga Bergholz, her archive was confiscated by the authorities and placed in special security. Fragments of diaries and some poems appeared in the year in the Israeli magazine Time and We.

The majority of Bergholz’s heritage in Russia entered in the 3rd volume of its works of excerpts from the diaries of Olga Bergholz published in the year 9 miserable chores of power and parties, for which they were painfully embarrassed as they were brought to the fact that Leningrad was besieged, Kyiv was besieged, Odessa was besieged. After all, the Germans all go and go artillery sitting continuously, I don’t know what is more in me - hatred for Germans or irritation, frantic, nimble, mixed with wild pity - for our government it was called: "We are ready for war." O bastards, adventurers, ruthless bastards!