Biography of Mamontov Konstantin

Mamontov Konstantin Yakovlevich - K. Mamontov was born on May 2 of the year in the village of Ashap Osinsky district of the Perm province. At one and a half he was left without his father, he died of typhus, at five years old - without a mother who had left for earnings in Yekaterinburg, in the care of grandfather, grandmother and aunts. After the death of his grandfather, the family in G.

in June in May, he closed the room, went into the forest, adjacent to the cemetery, built a hut and began to live in it. I did not want to see or hear anyone. In April, this four -month loneliness was a fruitful period in his work: more than a hundred poems were born here. In October, G. Tyurin and Z. in G. Read more in the year, K. Mamontov was called up in the ranks of the Red Army.

Since July, G. twice left fellow soldiers from the encirclement. He was in a rifle company, a orderly, a signalman, played in a division ensemble, for which he wrote poetry, songs, literary and musical scenarios. After the war, from the GG. In gg. After the death of his wife, in the city of Belgorod, where he lived fifteen years, then in the city of the first collection of K.

Mamontov’s poems “I am your son, Russia” was published in the year. Ostrovsky for military and labor was awarded the orders of the Red Star, Patriotic War of the 1st degree, medals. Kungur of the Perm Territory was named after Konstantin Yakovlevich Mamontov. Since that time, the city has a regional competition-festival of literary and artistic creativity of schoolchildren “You, Homeland, I live” them.

I will stay alive, the eyes of peasants, full of pleas, will dream for a long time when we walked from our own border, throwing them to the mercy of fate. How hard it is to look at me on the sorrow of women on the sides of the roads and hear a sigh and whisper of the lips of the trembling: "May the merciful God will save you." Western front. There were two villages, and both here were two villages, and both enemy burned to the ground.

They are empty. Only Russian stoves in the snowdrifts stand, opening the mouths of the mouth. But recently, firewood burned with a life -giving fire. And people lived, and did not know that death was waiting for them - on the edge of the moat, there are women, and children, and the old people like the Moon Bely ... We are standing over this crime, squeezing the trunks to the fingers.

Under Rzhev. Kalininsky Front. The precipito beats the purge in the face of the purge hits the blizzard in the face of the blizzard. The dawn is wandering somewhere in a snow-elevation. We lie a hundred meters from the enemy’s trenches, on the verge of life Il, perhaps, death. There on the mountain - behind the Germans - the village. And we lie, freezing to the heart ... Only a hundred meters from the fighters is warm.

In total - a throw and a bayonet fight. It’s not it, if you were in, you will not be won, you’ll be in time, you will adopt the victory, Binoculars, having offered in the direction of Moscow? We stand! And, no matter what a bad trouble, we will not bow your heads in front of you. There is still gunpowder - we are not in spirit. Let's see who is stronger! At the same time, the Bats have not yet been rushed, like Starina, to give birth to Boatyre.

Kalinin Front. Out of a flurry of fire and began to fall under a flurry of fire and steel, enemies run, tails with your tails! No, they did not come true, the forecasts of the Western powers did not materialize!