Elena Ryvina

On her poems, young Leningrad composers willingly wrote music, among them Vasily Pavlovich Soloviev-Sedoy. When the Great Patriotic War began, Captain Elena Ryvina joined the ranks of defenders of the city. And just before the war, she again came with a delegation of the Leningrad people to the Pushkin Reserve. The bird-cherry blossomed wildly, the nightingales sang, - she did not know that soon all this would be subjected to scolding and incineration. Elena Ryvina, working in the operational group of the writers of the Lenfront, led by Colonel Nikolai Tikhonov, did much to defeat fascism.

She did not have many verse books. It was printed not too often. But she has her steady reader, passionately fond of her sincere lyrical poetry, which passes this love from heart to heart, from generation to generation. This reader will be pleased to know that Elena Ryvina wrote good poetry until the last days of her life, wrote passionately, with conviction.

In the city of Pushkin, where, since 1919, she spent the years of her youth, there are dedicated stands in the City Historical and Local History Museum and school museums. The life of Helena Izrailevna ended tragically: she died as a result of an accident, getting on a train in August 1985.

Her friends were Leonid Pervomaisky, Savva Golovanivsky, Mikhail Svetlov, Evgeny Dolmatovsky, Alexander Gitovich, Vadim Shefner, Semyon Botvinnik. There is a marvelous portrait of the poet of the work of her front-line comrade,
People's Artist of the USSR Yuri Neprintsev. And most importantly, her poetry lives, bright, optimistic, uncompromising, flowing like a free river from the shores of the 1930s, now already close to the future readers and admirers of Elena Ryvinova's talent the coming century.


* * *
Turn this page over.
And what is there on that page?
And just a friend was somewhere
Forever after another trait.
And what's on this page?
What endowed being?
And just there is still stored
Your patience is proud.
And here is the last page.
What do we leave on it?
It still lasts a little longer
Peace of mind for forty days.
And the greenery is lovely everywhere,
And the sun glows a third.
And then I will not look,
I'm afraid to look further.



* * *

On the Hook channel
We wandered with you,
And the boy was caught up,
That he was crying for the trumpet.
Clinging to the drain,
He cried and groaned,
Said that not on purpose
He lost the pencil case.
In trust, gradually
Entering us, the boy
He said that by all means
His father will kill him.
And the waterfall dripped
Among the non-dried puddles:
"He's my father, not my dad."
He's just my mother's husband.
Entering his alarm,
Suddenly you said:
"Let's go on that way,
Why did you run here? -
To St. Nicholas Cathedral
After another block,
We found very soon
The lost pencil case.
And the boy burst into tears,
He did not restrain his impulse.
He suddenly clung to you,
And you hugged him.
At the Kryukov Canal -
You often remembered -
I hugged you
For the found pencil case.
At the Kryukov Canal
For the boy of that
I hugged you, -
And nothing more.

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