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Biography

Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin was born on January 6, 1928 in the village of Zadorino (now Parfenyevsky district, Kostroma region).

Mother, Faina Andreevna, was a teacher at the small Nikolo-Poloma station. Father, Ivan Ivanovich, a railway worker, died in an accident in the early 30s.

The writer's childhood was spent in remote but poetic places, rich in talented people.

“Mom and her sisters are teachers, and books played a very important role in our family. I read a lot and started writing poetry early,” the writer recalls.

His first children's work was called “Barmaley in Leningrad” and was a continuation of the famous fairy tale by K. Chukovsky. The boy wrote it secretly, in the attic, in a thick barn book.

During the war I had to leave school at 14 and take tractor driving courses. He worked on collective farm fields as a tractor driver and combine operator. The writer captured the memory of this harsh time in the stories “The Clean Trace of the Ermine” and “Slant Whip.”

After the war, L.I. Kuzmin continued his studies in - gg. at the art and industrial school in the village. Krasnoe-on-Volga, and then, in 1946, in Leningrad.

A technical school student, a participant in literary circles, and at the same time an aspiring author, L. Kuzmin decided to publish his first poems in a local newspaper (in Pushkin).

He combined his studies with work at the Lenakademstroy trust. Participated in the restoration of architectural and historical monuments - the Lyceum, Catherine and Alexander palaces in Pushkino (Tsarskoye Selo).

Based on the scripts of L. Kuzmin, four cartoons were released in Perm, and the opera “Peter and the Wolf” to the music of S. Prokofiev was performed for several seasons on the stage of the Perm Puppet Theater. The libretto for it was written by L. Kuzmin. Together with Leningraders - composer J. Metallidi and actress I. Bulgakova, he created the mono-operetta “Captain Coco”, and with E. Poplyanova from Chelyabinsk he created an opera-musical for children “The Magic Grain”.

L.I. Kuzmin died on April 1, 2000. He did not live two months before the release of his last book"In one beautiful kingdom." And in June 2000, the Perm Regional Children's Library, on the basis of which it was created literary museum L.I. Kuzmina, was named after him.

Family

Wife Maria Grigorievna Kuzmina. Son Andrey Lvovich Kuzmin.

Awards

• Order of the Badge of Honor (01/05/1988)
• Medal "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945"
• Certificate of Honor from the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the RSFSR

Bibliography

• Literature of the second half of the twentieth century: Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin // Native Prikamye: Reader on literary local history / Author: D. A. Krasnoperov, N. N. Gasheva. - Perm, . - pp. 125-129.
• Kuzmin Lev Ivanovich // Perm province from “A” to “Z”: encyclical. reference / ch. ed. O. Andriyashkin. - Perm, . - P. 163.
• Kuzmin Lev Ivanovich // Writers of the Perm region: biobibliogr. Ref. / comp. V. A. Bogomolov. - Perm, . - With. 97-101.: photo.
• Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin: bibliogr. Index / Perm. region det. library L. I. Kuzmina. - Perm, . - 162 s.

Main publications

• Favorites: novels and stories / Artist. V. Chaplya; [preface A. Mityaeva]. - M.: Children's literature, . - 541, p.
• April: poems. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 68 s.
• Baba Yaga and her granddaughters Yagobutterflies: fairy tales. / Artist. V. Kadochnikov. - Perm: Ural-press, . - 150 s. : ill.
• Simple shoes / Artist. S. Mozhaeva. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 40 s. : ill.
• Fugitive: story / Artist. V. Yudin. - M.: Baby, . - 18 s.
• White fluff: poems. - M.: Baby, . - 20 s. : ill.
• Get up, Mitenka! : Komi-Permyak folk songs / Fig. M. Romadin. - M.: Children's literature, . - 24 s. : ill.
• In one beautiful kingdom: fairy tales, poems, songs, riddles for children. / Artist. N. Katsparzhak. - Perm: Publisher I. Maksarova, . - 190, p. : color ill.
• That's who we thank! : stories and poems / Artist. V. Chaplya. - M.: Children's literature, . - 62, p. : color ill.
• On the last day of April / Fig. T. Pribylovskaya. - M.: Baby, . - 28, p. : color ill.
• Main position: documentary story. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 182 p. : ill. - (Chronicle of working dynasties).
• Proud name of builder / Artist. E. I. Nesterov. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 48 s. : ill. - (Stories about professions).
• Sad Elizabeth: story / Fig. E. Flerova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 32 s. : color ill.
• Good afternoon: poems and fairy tales / Artist. V. Chizhikov. - M.: Samovar, . - 63 s. : ill. - (Visiting Viktor Chizhikov).
• House with bells: poems / Artist. V. A. Chizhikov. - M.: Bustard, . - 48 s. : color ill. - (Sit and listen).
• Egorka and Manyushka: a fairy tale. - M.: Children's literature, . - 18 s. : ill.
• Elinsky roosters / Artist. O. Korovin. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 252 s. : ill.
• Once upon a time there was a girl / Artist. V. Golatenko. - M.: Baby, . - 12 s.
• Treasured matter: true story / Fig. V. Yudina. - M.: Baby, . - 32 s. : ill. - (Native country).
• Stargazers: tales / Fig. V. Chizhikova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 32 s. : ill.
• Golden Cradle: poems and fairy tales / Artist. V. Averkiev. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 109 p. : ill.
• Golden Isles: Early Love. Smiles of childhood. Grandmother's holidays. Fast horses: [stories, novella] / Preface. L. Buzilova; ill. O. Korovin]. - Perm: Book, . - 224 s. : ill.
• Vanya rides on a horse: jokes, games, songs for children / Artist: L. and Yu. Yurchatov. - Perm: Ural-press, . - 16 s. : ill.
• How to get to heaven / Fig. B. Vlasova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 48 s. : ill.
• Captain Coco and Green Glass, as well as other funny stories: [poems, fairy tale] / Artist. P. A. Rychkova. - Perm: Zvezda, . - 142, p. : color ill.
• Key-lock: stories and short stories / Fig. I. Shipulina. - M.: Children's literature, . - 158, p. : ill.
• Kosokhlest: stories and tales / Artist. E. Gribov. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 285, p. : ill.
• End of the Earth / Artist. S. Mozhaeva; entry S. V. Sakharnova. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 126 s. : ill.
• Who can do what: (poems and fairy tales for children) / Fig. V. Petrova. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 31 s. : ill.
• Spatula / Artist. V. Dugin. - M.: Baby, . - 17, p. : color ill.
• Moon over the outpost: a story / Artist. V. Galdyaev. - M.: Children's literature, . - 63 s. : ill.
• Lyubashin's day / Artist. M. Petrov. - M.: Baby, . - 50 s. : color ill.
• Lyubov Nikolaevna: stories / Fig. N. Goryacheva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 45, p. : ill. - (Book by book).
• Small Rings: stories and stories / Fig. V. Nagaeva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 174 p. : ill.
• Little Olya / Artist. N. Ustinov. - M.: Baby, . - With. : color ill.
• Fairy tales: for teens. age / Artist. M. Romadin. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 127, p. : color ill.
• Under a warm sky: stories and stories / Fig. A. Borisenko. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 310 s. : ill., 1 l. portrait
• Hello, Mitya Kukin! : stories. - M.: Children's literature, . - 127 p.
• In clear sun / Fig. N. Ustinova. - M.: Baby, . - 76, p. : color ill.
• Jump-jump: songs and jokes / Artist. A. Kumankov. - M.: Image LTD, . - 47 s. : ill.
• Early Express: Stories and Tale / Fig. A. Astretsova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 110, p. : ill.
• Your home, your city. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 51 s. : ill. - (Native Kama region).
• Fireworks in Strizhaty: stories / Artist. E. Gribov. - M.: Children's literature, . - 94, p. : ill.
• Rural paths: stories / Fig. G. Karaseva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 21 s. : color ill.
• Silver Trumpet: [stories] / Artist. V. Trubkovich. - M.: Baby, . - 48 s. : color ill.
• Sunny windows: stories / Fig. E. Chernyatina. - M.: Children's literature, . - 16 s.
• Four in vests: a story / Fig. S. Mozhaeva. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 98 s. : ill.
• Pure trace of an ermine: a story, stories / Artist. O. Korovin. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 285 s. : ill.
• A wonderful apple: a story about the artist Chestnyakov. - M.: Children's literature, . - 87, p. : color ill.
• One eccentric walked: poems, fairy tale / Fig. V. Averkiev. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 150 s. : ill.

Film adaptations

Cartoons

• “May the craftsman, an extraordinary machine and a warrior king” (PERMTELEFILM,).
• “In the land of cheerful childhood” ().
• "Vereshok" (script, ).

Productions

• Based on the fairy tale “Captain Coco and the Green Glass,” composer J. Metallidi (St. Petersburg) created a mono-operetta, and E. Poplyanova (Chelyabinsk) created an opera-musical for children “The Magic Grain.”
• On February 9, 2014, at a concert dedicated to the anniversary of the Perm Choir Chapel, Dmitry Batin’s cantata to the words of Lev Kuzmin “Stargazers” was performed for the first time.

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We were again greeted by the same gloomy, ominous landscape, which I almost didn’t pay attention to, since it, like everything else, after so many trips to the Lower Astral, had become almost familiar to us, as far as one could get used to such a thing in general. ..
We quickly looked around and immediately saw Maria...
The baby, hunched over, sat straight on the ground, completely drooping, not seeing or hearing anything around, and only affectionately stroked the shaggy, motionless body of the “departed” friend with her frozen palm, as if trying to wake him up... Severe and bitter, completely not childish tears flowed in rivulets from her sad, extinct eyes, and, flashing with brilliant sparks, disappeared into the dry grass, watering it for a moment with clean, living rain... It seemed that all this was already enough cruel world has now become even colder and even more alien for Maria... She was left completely alone, so amazingly fragile in her deep sadness, and there was no one else to console her, or caress her, or even just protect her in a friendly way... And next to her, a huge, motionless mound lay her best friend, her faithful Dean... She clung to his soft, furry back, unconsciously refusing to acknowledge his death. And she stubbornly did not want to leave him, as if knowing that even now, after death, he still loved her just as faithfully and also sincerely protected her... She really missed his warmth, his strong “furry” support, and that familiar, reliable, “their little world”, in which only the two of them lived... But Dean was silent, stubbornly not wanting to wake up... And some small, toothy creatures were scurrying around him, trying to grab at least a small piece of him hairy “flesh”... At the beginning, Maria still tried to drive them away with a stick, but, seeing that the attackers were not paying any attention to her, she gave up on everything... Here, just like on the “solid” Earth, there existed “ the law of the strong,” but when this strong one died, those who could not get him alive, now with pleasure tried to make up for lost time by “tasting” him energy body at least dead...
From this sad picture my heart ached sharply and there was a treacherous pinch in my eyes... I suddenly felt wildly sorry for this wonderful, brave girl... And I couldn’t even imagine how she, poor thing, could, completely alone, in this terrible, sinister world, stand up for yourself?!
Stella’s eyes also suddenly sparkled wetly – apparently, similar thoughts came to her.
- Forgive me, Maria, how did your Dean die? – I finally decided to ask.
The little girl raised her tear-stained face at us, in my opinion, not even understanding what they were asking her about. She was very far away... Perhaps where her faithful friend was still alive, where she was not so lonely, where everything was clear and good... And the baby did not want to return here. Today's world was evil and dangerous, and she had no one else to rely on, and there was no one to protect her... Finally, taking a deep breath and heroically gathering her emotions into a fist, Maria told us the sad story of Dina's death...
– I was with my mother, and my kind Dean, as always, was guarding us... And then suddenly he appeared from somewhere scary man. He was very bad. I wanted to run away from him wherever I could, but I just couldn’t understand why... He was just like us, even handsome, just very unpleasant. It smelled of horror and death. And he laughed all the time. And this laughter made my blood run cold... He wanted to take my mother with him, said that she would serve him... And my mother struggled, but he, of course, was much stronger... And then Dean tried to protect us, which he always managed to do before. Only the man was probably something special... He threw a strange orange “flame” at Dean, which could not be extinguished... And when, even while he was burning, Dean tried to protect us, the man killed him with blue lightning, which suddenly “blazed” from his hand. That's how my Dean died... And now I'm alone.
-Where is your mother? – Stella asked.
“Mom is still here,” the little girl was embarrassed. “She just gets angry very often... And now we have no protection.” Now we're all alone...
Stella and I looked at each other... It was felt that both of us were simultaneously visited by the same thought - Luminary!.. He was strong and kind. One could only hope that he would have a desire to help this unfortunate, lonely girl, and become her true protector at least until she returned to her “good and kind” world...
-Where is this terrible man now? Do you know where he went? – I asked impatiently. - And why didn’t he take your mother with him?
“I don’t know, he’ll probably come back.” I don't know where he went and I don't know who he is. But he is very, very angry... Why is he so angry, girls?
- Well, we will find out, I promise you. And now - would you like to see good man? He is here too, but, unlike that “scary” one, he is really very good. He can be your friend while you're here, if that's what you want, of course. His friends call him Luminary.
- Oh, what beautiful name! And good...
Maria gradually began to come to life, and when we invited her to meet a new friend, she, although not very confidently, nevertheless agreed. A cave already familiar to us appeared in front of us, and golden and warm sunlight poured from it.
- Oh, look!.. This is the sun?!.. It’s just like the real thing!.. How did it get here? – stared dumbfounded at such an unusual creepy place beauty, baby.
“It is real,” Stella smiled. - We just created it. Come and look!
Maria timidly slipped into the cave, and immediately, as we expected, an enthusiastic squeal was heard...
She jumped out completely stunned and, out of surprise, still could not put two words together, although her eyes, wide with complete delight, showed that she definitely had something to say... Stella affectionately hugged the girl by the shoulders and returned her back to the cave. .. which, to our great surprise, turned out to be empty...
- Well, where is mine? new friend? – Maria asked upset. “Didn’t you hope to find him here?”
Stella could not understand in any way what could happen that would force the Luminary to leave its “solar” abode?..
- Maybe something happened? – I asked a completely stupid question.
- Well, of course it happened! Otherwise he would never have left here.
- Or maybe that one was here too? evil person? – Maria asked in fear.
To be honest, the same thought flashed through my mind, but I didn’t have time to express it for the simple reason that, leading three kids behind him, the Shining One appeared... The kids were mortally frightened of something and, shaking like autumn leaves, timidly huddled to the Luminary, afraid to move even a step away from him. But children's curiosity soon clearly overpowered their fear, and, peeking out from behind the broad back of their protector, they looked at our unusual trio in surprise... As for us, we, having forgotten even to say hello, probably stared at the kids with even greater curiosity, trying to figure out where they could have come from in the “lower astral plane”, and what exactly happened here...
– Hello, dears... You shouldn’t have come here. Something bad is happening here...” The Luminary greeted affectionately.
“Well, one could hardly expect anything good here at all...” Stella commented with a sad smile. - How did it happen that you left?!... After all, any “bad” person could have come here during this time and taken over all this...
“Well, then you would have turned everything back...” Svetilo simply answered.
At this point we both stared at him in surprise - this was the most appropriate word that could be used when calling this process. But how could the Luminary know him?! He didn’t understand anything about it!.. Or did he understand, but didn’t say anything about it?...
“During this time, a lot of water has flown under the bridge, dears...”, as if answering our thoughts, he said calmly. “I’m trying to survive here, and with your help I’m starting to understand something.” And when I bring someone, I can’t be the only one to enjoy such beauty, when just behind the wall such little ones are shaking in terrible horror... All this is not for me if I can’t help...
I looked at Stella - she looked very proud, and, of course, she was right. It was not in vain that she created this wonderful world– The luminary was truly worth it. But he himself, like a big child, did not understand this at all. His heart was simply too big and kind, and did not want to accept help if he could not share it with someone else...
- How did they end up here? – Stella asked, pointing at the frightened kids.
- Oh, it's a long story. I visited them from time to time, they came to my father and mother from the top “floor”... Sometimes I took them to my place to protect them from harm. They were small and didn’t understand how dangerous it was. Mom and Dad were here, and it seemed to them that everything was fine... But I was always afraid that they would realize the danger when it was already too late... So that very same “late” just happened...
– What did their parents do that got them here? And why did they all “leave” at the same time? Did they die or what? – I couldn’t stop, compassionate Stella.
– To save their babies, their parents had to kill other people... They paid for this posthumously. Like all of us... But now they are no longer here... They are no longer anywhere... - Luminary whispered very sadly.
- How - not anywhere? What happened? Did they manage to die here too?! How did this happen?.. – Stella was surprised.
The luminary nodded.
- They were killed by a man, if “it” can be called a man... He is a monster... I’m trying to find him... to destroy him.
We immediately stared at Maria in unison. Again it was some terrible man, and again he killed... Apparently, it was the same one who killed her Dean.
“This girl, her name is Maria, lost her only protection, her friend, who was also killed by a “man.” I think it's the same one. How can we find him? You know?
“He will come himself...” the Light answered quietly and pointed to the kids huddling close to him. - He will come for them... He accidentally let them go, I stopped him.
Stella and I got big, big, spiky goosebumps crawling down our backs...
It sounded ominous... And we weren’t yet old enough to destroy someone so easily, and we didn’t even know if we could... It’s all very simple in the books - good heroes defeat monsters... But in reality everything is much more complicated. And even if you are sure that this is evil, in order to defeat it, you need a lot of courage... We knew how to do good, which not everyone knows how to do either... But how to take someone’s life, even the worst one , neither Stella nor I had to learn yet... And without trying this, we could not be absolutely sure that our same “courage” would not let us down at the most necessary moment.
I didn’t even notice that all this time the Luminary was watching us very seriously. And, of course, our confused faces told him about all the “hesitations” and “fears” better than any, even the longest confession...
– You’re right, dears – only fools are not afraid to kill... or monsters... And normal person you will never get used to it... especially if you have never tried it before. But you don't have to try. I won’t allow it... Because even if you, righteously defending someone, take revenge, it will burn your souls... And you will never be the same again... Believe me.
Suddenly, right behind the wall, a terrible laughter was heard, chilling the soul with its savagery... The kids squealed, and they all fell to the floor at once. Stella feverishly tried to close the cave with her protection, but, apparently from strong excitement, nothing worked for her... Maria stood motionless, white as death, and it was clear that the state of shock she had recently experienced was returning to her.
“It’s him...” the girl whispered in horror. - He killed Dean... And he will kill us all...
- Well, we'll see about that later. – the Luminary said deliberately, very confidently. - We haven’t seen anything like this! Hang in there, Maria girl.
The laughter continued. And I suddenly realized very clearly that a person could not laugh like that! Even the most “lower astral”... Something was wrong in all of this, something didn’t add up... It was more like a farce. On some fake performance, with a very scary, deadly end... And then it finally “came to me” - he was not the person he looked!!! It was just a human face, but the inside was scary, alien... And, it was not, I decided to try to fight it. But if I knew the outcome, I probably would never have tried...

Poet, author of books about children and for children. Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR ().

Biography

Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin was born on January 6, 1928 in the village of Zadorino (now Parfenyevsky district, Kostroma region).

Mother, Faina Andreevna, was a teacher at the small Nikolo-Poloma station. Father, Ivan Ivanovich, a railway worker, died in an accident in the early 30s.

The writer's childhood was spent in remote but poetic places, rich in talented people.

“Mom and her sisters are teachers, and books played a very important role in our family. I read a lot and started writing poetry early,” the writer recalls.

His first children's work was called “Barmaley in Leningrad” and was a continuation of the famous fairy tale by K. Chukovsky. The boy wrote it secretly, in the attic, in a thick barn book.

During the war I had to leave school at 14 and take tractor driving courses. He worked on collective farm fields as a tractor driver and combine operator. The writer captured the memory of this harsh time in the stories “The Clean Trace of the Ermine” and “Slant Whip.”

After the war, L.I. Kuzmin continued his studies in - gg. at the art and industrial school in the village. Krasnoe-on-Volga, and then, in 1946, in Leningrad.

A technical school student, a participant in literary circles, and at the same time an aspiring author, L. Kuzmin decided to publish his first poems in a local newspaper (in Pushkin).

He combined his studies with work at the Lenakademstroy trust. Participated in the restoration of architectural and historical monuments - the Lyceum, Catherine and Alexander palaces in Pushkino (Tsarskoye Selo).

Based on the scripts of L. Kuzmin, four cartoons were released in Perm, and the opera “Peter and the Wolf” to the music of S. Prokofiev was performed for several seasons on the stage of the Perm Puppet Theater. The libretto for it was written by L. Kuzmin. Together with Leningraders - composer J. Metallidi and actress I. Bulgakova, he created the mono-operetta “Captain Coco”, and with E. Poplyanova from Chelyabinsk he created an opera-musical for children “The Magic Grain”.

L.I. Kuzmin died on April 1, 2000. He did not live two months before the release of his last book, “In One Beautiful Kingdom.” And in June 2000, the Perm Regional Children's Library, on the basis of which the literary museum of L. I. Kuzmin was created, was named after him.

Family

Wife Maria Grigorievna Kuzmina. Son Andrey Lvovich Kuzmin.

Awards

• Order of the Badge of Honor (01/05/1988)
• Medal "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War of 1941-1945"
• Certificate of Honor from the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the RSFSR

Bibliography

• Literature of the second half of the twentieth century: Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin // Native Prikamye: Reader on literary local history / Author: D. A. Krasnoperov, N. N. Gasheva. - Perm, . - pp. 125-129.
• Kuzmin Lev Ivanovich // Perm province from “A” to “Z”: encyclical. reference / ch. ed. O. Andriyashkin. - Perm, . - P. 163.
• Kuzmin Lev Ivanovich // Writers of the Perm region: biobibliogr. Ref. / comp. V. A. Bogomolov. - Perm, . - With. 97-101.: photo.
• Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin: bibliogr. Index / Perm. region det. library L. I. Kuzmina. - Perm, . - 162 s.

Main publications

• Favorites: novels and stories / Artist. V. Chaplya; [preface A. Mityaeva]. - M.: Children's literature, . - 541, p.
• April: poems. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 68 s.
• Baba Yaga and her granddaughters Yagobutterflies: fairy tales. / Artist. V. Kadochnikov. - Perm: Ural-press, . - 150 s. : ill.
• Simple shoes / Artist. S. Mozhaeva. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 40 s. : ill.
• Fugitive: story / Artist. V. Yudin. - M.: Baby, . - 18 s.
• White fluff: poems. - M.: Baby, . - 20 s. : ill.
• Get up, Mitenka! : Komi-Permyak folk songs / Fig. M. Romadin. - M.: Children's literature, . - 24 s. : ill.
• In one beautiful kingdom: fairy tales, poems, songs, riddles for children. / Artist. N. Katsparzhak. - Perm: Publisher I. Maksarova, . - 190, p. : color ill.
• That's who we thank! : stories and poems / Artist. V. Chaplya. - M.: Children's literature, . - 62, p. : color ill.
• On the last day of April / Fig. T. Pribylovskaya. - M.: Baby, . - 28, p. : color ill.
• Main position: documentary story. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 182 p. : ill. - (Chronicle of working dynasties).
• Proud name of builder / Artist. E. I. Nesterov. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 48 s. : ill. - (Stories about professions).
• Sad Elizabeth: story / Fig. E. Flerova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 32 s. : color ill.
• Good afternoon: poems and fairy tales / Artist. V. Chizhikov. - M.: Samovar, . - 63 s. : ill. - (Visiting Viktor Chizhikov).
• House with bells: poems / Artist. V. A. Chizhikov. - M.: Bustard, . - 48 s. : color ill. - (Sit and listen).
• Egorka and Manyushka: a fairy tale. - M.: Children's literature, . - 18 s. : ill.
• Elinsky roosters / Artist. O. Korovin. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 252 s. : ill.
• Once upon a time there was a girl / Artist. V. Golatenko. - M.: Baby, . - 12 s.
• Treasured matter: true story / Fig. V. Yudina. - M.: Baby, . - 32 s. : ill. - (Native country).
• Stargazers: tales / Fig. V. Chizhikova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 32 s. : ill.
• Golden Cradle: poems and fairy tales / Artist. V. Averkiev. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 109 p. : ill.
• Golden Isles: Early Love. Smiles of childhood. Grandmother's holidays. Fast horses: [stories, novella] / Preface. L. Buzilova; ill. O. Korovin]. - Perm: Book, . - 224 s. : ill.
• Vanya rides on a horse: jokes, games, songs for children / Artist: L. and Yu. Yurchatov. - Perm: Ural-press, . - 16 s. : ill.
• How to get to heaven / Fig. B. Vlasova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 48 s. : ill.
• Captain Coco and Green Glass, as well as other funny stories: [poems, fairy tale] / Artist. P. A. Rychkova. - Perm: Zvezda, . - 142, p. : color ill.
• Key-lock: stories and short stories / Fig. I. Shipulina. - M.: Children's literature, . - 158, p. : ill.
• Kosokhlest: stories and tales / Artist. E. Gribov. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 285, p. : ill.
• End of the Earth / Artist. S. Mozhaeva; entry S. V. Sakharnova. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 126 s. : ill.
• Who can do what: (poems and fairy tales for children) / Fig. V. Petrova. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 31 s. : ill.
• Spatula / Artist. V. Dugin. - M.: Baby, . - 17, p. : color ill.
• Moon over the outpost: a story / Artist. V. Galdyaev. - M.: Children's literature, . - 63 s. : ill.
• Lyubashin's day / Artist. M. Petrov. - M.: Baby, . - 50 s. : color ill.
• Lyubov Nikolaevna: stories / Fig. N. Goryacheva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 45, p. : ill. - (Book by book).
• Small Rings: stories and stories / Fig. V. Nagaeva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 174 p. : ill.
• Little Olya / Artist. N. Ustinov. - M.: Baby, . - With. : color ill.
• Fairy tales: for teens. age / Artist. M. Romadin. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 127, p. : color ill.
• Under a warm sky: stories and stories / Fig. A. Borisenko. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 310 s. : ill., 1 l. portrait
• Hello, Mitya Kukin! : stories. - M.: Children's literature, . - 127 p.
• In clear sun / Fig. N. Ustinova. - M.: Baby, . - 76, p. : color ill.
• Jump-jump: songs and jokes / Artist. A. Kumankov. - M.: Image LTD, . - 47 s. : ill.
• Early Express: Stories and Tale / Fig. A. Astretsova. - M.: Children's literature, . - 110, p. : ill.
• Your home, your city. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 51 s. : ill. - (Native Kama region).
• Fireworks in Strizhaty: stories / Artist. E. Gribov. - M.: Children's literature, . - 94, p. : ill.
• Rural paths: stories / Fig. G. Karaseva. - M.: Children's literature, . - 21 s. : color ill.
• Silver Trumpet: [stories] / Artist. V. Trubkovich. - M.: Baby, . - 48 s. : color ill.
• Sunny windows: stories / Fig. E. Chernyatina. - M.: Children's literature, . - 16 s.
• Four in vests: a story / Fig. S. Mozhaeva. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 98 s. : ill.
• Pure trace of an ermine: a story, stories / Artist. O. Korovin. - Perm: Book publishing house, . - 285 s. : ill.
• A wonderful apple: a story about the artist Chestnyakov. - M.: Children's literature, . - 87, p. : color ill.
• One eccentric walked: poems, fairy tale / Fig. V. Averkiev. - Perm: Perm Book Publishing House, . - 150 s. : ill.

Film adaptations

Cartoons

• “May the craftsman, an extraordinary machine and a warrior king” (PERMTELEFILM,).
• “In the land of cheerful childhood” ().
• "Vereshok" (script, ).

Productions

• Based on the fairy tale “Captain Coco and the Green Glass,” composer J. Metallidi (St. Petersburg) created a mono-operetta, and E. Poplyanova (Chelyabinsk) created an opera-musical for children “The Magic Grain.”
• On February 9, 2014, at a concert dedicated to the anniversary of the Perm Choir Chapel, Dmitry Batin’s cantata to the words of Lev Kuzmin “Stargazers” was performed for the first time.

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When everyone drove back from Pelageya Danilovna, Natasha, who always saw and noticed everything, arranged the accommodation in such a way that Luiza Ivanovna and she sat in the sleigh with Dimmler, and Sonya sat with Nikolai and the girls.
Nikolai, no longer overtaking, rode smoothly on the way back, and still peering at Sonya in this strange moonlight, looking for in this ever-changing light, from under his eyebrows and mustache, that former and present Sonya, with whom he had decided never again to be separated. He peered, and when he recognized the same and the other and remembered, hearing that smell of cork, mixed with the feeling of a kiss, he deeply inhaled the frosty air and, looking at the receding earth and the brilliant sky, he felt himself again in a magical kingdom.
- Sonya, are you okay? – he asked occasionally.
“Yes,” answered Sonya. - And you?
In the middle of the road, Nikolai let the coachman hold the horses, ran up to Natasha’s sleigh for a moment and stood on the lead.
“Natasha,” he told her in a whisper in French, “you know, I’ve made up my mind about Sonya.”
-Did you tell her? – Natasha asked, suddenly beaming with joy.
- Oh, how strange you are with those mustaches and eyebrows, Natasha! Are you glad?
– I’m so glad, so glad! I was already angry with you. I didn't tell you, but you treated her badly. This is such a heart, Nicolas. I am so glad! “I can be nasty, but I was ashamed to be the only happy one without Sonya,” Natasha continued. “Now I’m so glad, well, run to her.”
- No, wait, oh, how funny you are! - said Nikolai, still peering at her, and in his sister, too, finding something new, extraordinary and charmingly tender, which he had never seen in her before. - Natasha, something magical. A?
“Yes,” she answered, “you did great.”
“If I had seen her before as she is now,” thought Nikolai, “I would have asked long ago what to do and would have done whatever she ordered, and everything would have been fine.”
“So you’re happy, and I did good?”
- Oh, so good! I recently quarreled with my mother over this. Mom said she's catching you. How can you say this? I almost got into a fight with my mom. And I will never allow anyone to say or think anything bad about her, because there is only good in her.
- So good? - Nikolai said, once again looking for the expression on his sister’s face to find out if it was true, and, squeaking with his boots, he jumped off the slope and ran to his sleigh. The same happy, smiling Circassian, with a mustache and sparkling eyes, looking out from under a sable hood, was sitting there, and this Circassian was Sonya, and this Sonya was probably his future, happy and loving wife.
Arriving home and telling their mother about how they spent time with the Melyukovs, the young ladies went home. Having undressed, but without erasing their cork mustaches, they sat for a long time, talking about their happiness. They talked about how they would live married, how their husbands would be friends and how happy they would be.
On Natasha’s table there were mirrors that Dunyasha had prepared since the evening. - Just when will all this happen? I'm afraid I never... That would be too good! – Natasha said getting up and going to the mirrors.
“Sit down, Natasha, maybe you’ll see him,” said Sonya. Natasha lit the candles and sat down. “I see someone with a mustache,” said Natasha, who saw her face.
“Don’t laugh, young lady,” Dunyasha said.
With the help of Sonya and the maid, Natasha found the position of the mirror; her face took on a serious expression and she fell silent. She sat for a long time, looking at the row of receding candles in the mirrors, assuming (based on the stories she had heard) that she would see the coffin, that she would see him, Prince Andrei, in this last, merging, vague square. But no matter how ready she was to mistake the slightest spot for the image of a person or a coffin, she saw nothing. She began to blink frequently and moved away from the mirror.
- Why do others see, but I don’t see anything? - she said. - Well, sit down, Sonya; “Nowadays you definitely need it,” she said. – Only for me... I’m so scared today!
Sonya sat down at the mirror, adjusted her position, and began to look.
“They’ll definitely see Sofya Alexandrovna,” Dunyasha said in a whisper; - and you keep laughing.
Sonya heard these words, and heard Natasha say in a whisper:
“And I know that she will see; she saw last year too.
For about three minutes everyone was silent. “Certainly!” Natasha whispered and didn’t finish... Suddenly Sonya moved away the mirror she was holding and covered her eyes with her hand.
- Oh, Natasha! - she said.
– Did you see it? Did you see it? What did you see? – Natasha screamed, holding up the mirror.
Sonya didn’t see anything, she just wanted to blink her eyes and get up when she heard Natasha’s voice saying “definitely”... She didn’t want to deceive either Dunyasha or Natasha, and it was hard to sit. She herself did not know how or why a cry escaped her when she covered her eyes with her hand.
– Did you see him? – Natasha asked, grabbing her hand.
- Yes. Wait... I... saw him,” Sonya said involuntarily, not yet knowing who Natasha meant by the word “him”: him - Nikolai or him - Andrey.
“But why shouldn’t I say what I saw? After all, others see! And who can convict me of what I saw or did not see? flashed through Sonya's head.
“Yes, I saw him,” she said.
- How? How? Is it standing or lying down?
- No, I saw... Then there was nothing, suddenly I see that he is lying.
– Andrey is lying down? He is sick? – Natasha asked, looking at her friend with fearful, stopped eyes.
- No, on the contrary, - on the contrary, a cheerful face, and he turned to me - and at that moment as she spoke, it seemed to her that she saw what she was saying.
- Well, then, Sonya?...
– I didn’t notice something blue and red here...
- Sonya! when will he return? When I see him! My God, how I’m afraid for him and for myself, and for everything I’m afraid...” Natasha spoke, and without answering a word to Sonya’s consolations, she went to bed and long after the candle had been put out, with with open eyes, lay motionless on the bed and looked at the frosty, Moonlight through frozen windows.

Soon after Christmas, Nikolai announced to his mother his love for Sonya and his firm decision to marry her. The Countess, who had long noticed what was happening between Sonya and Nikolai and was expecting this explanation, silently listened to his words and told her son that he could marry whomever he wanted; but that neither she nor his father would give him his blessing for such a marriage. For the first time, Nikolai felt that his mother was unhappy with him, that despite all her love for him, she would not give in to him. She, coldly and without looking at her son, sent for her husband; and when he arrived, the countess wanted to briefly and coldly tell him what was the matter in the presence of Nikolai, but she could not resist: she cried tears of frustration and left the room. The old count began to hesitantly admonish Nicholas and ask him to abandon his intention. Nicholas replied that he could not change his word, and the father, sighing and obviously embarrassed, very soon interrupted his speech and went to the countess. In all his clashes with his son, the count was never left with the consciousness of his guilt towards him for the breakdown of affairs, and therefore he could not be angry with his son for refusing to marry a rich bride and for choosing the dowryless Sonya - only in this case did he more vividly remember what, if things weren’t upset, it would be impossible to wish for a better wife for Nikolai than Sonya; and that only he and his Mitenka and his irresistible habits are to blame for the disorder of affairs.
The father and mother no longer spoke about this matter with their son; but a few days after this, the countess called Sonya to her and with cruelty that neither one nor the other expected, the countess reproached her niece for luring her son and for ingratitude. Sonya, silently with downcast eyes, listened to the countess’s cruel words and did not understand what was required of her. She was ready to sacrifice everything for her benefactors. The thought of self-sacrifice was her favorite thought; but in this case she could not understand to whom and what she needed to sacrifice. She could not help but love the Countess and the entire Rostov family, but she also could not help but love Nikolai and not know that his happiness depended on this love. She was silent and sad and did not answer. Nikolai, as it seemed to him, could not bear this situation any longer and went to explain himself to his mother. Nikolai either begged his mother to forgive him and Sonya and agree to their marriage, or threatened his mother that if Sonya was persecuted, he would immediately marry her secretly.
The countess, with a coldness that her son had never seen, answered him that he was of age, that Prince Andrei was marrying without his father’s consent, and that he could do the same, but that she would never recognize this intriguer as her daughter.
Exploded by the word intriguer, Nikolai, raising his voice, told his mother that he never thought that she would force him to sell his feelings, and that if this was so, then this would be the last time he spoke... But he did not have time to say that decisive word, which, judging by the expression on his face, his mother was waiting with horror and which, perhaps, would forever remain a cruel memory between them. He did not have time to finish, because Natasha, with a pale and serious face, entered the room from the door where she had been eavesdropping.

Lev Ivanovich often remembers his family and friends in his books. This is grandfather Andrei Andreevich Anokhin, who put together a friendly team and together with it built a wide, sloping street covered with smooth-rolled multi-colored stones in the middle of the dense wilderness (“Night Swimming”). And a young beautiful aunt, whom Levka simply calls Milya (“Golden Islands”), and Uncle Gennady (“Spring of Life”), and Aunt Nina (“In the Evening of Christmas Eve,” “Our Horse and Little House”). But most often the writer remembers grandmother Astya. As a little boy future writer lived often and for a long time in a forest village An ancient settlement near the regional village of Parfenevo at his mother's aunt Augusta Andreevna Shirokova. This village stood among the forests on the old Kologrivsky tract, and there were only twelve courtyards in it. The village was small, great forests surrounded it, and yet there was no desertion or emptiness. " You'll get in, it used to be- recalls Kuzmin, - at Efimya on the mountain, under the swift squeal at the old white bell tower, you look around, and there you go! And the beloved Settlement is nearby, and Dankovo ​​with its five houses can be seen, and Korobovskoe, and Popovo can be seen, and on another hill in the pine trees stands the village of Nikolo-Shir with the same white as a feather, over the Nendova river... This is where it was my kingdom-state, here I lived most of the time as a child and began to write my first poems».

« Grandma Astya, - recalls Lev Ivanovich, - the kindest sorceress in the world... She had no resemblance to the famous grandmothers from Russian literature. I didn’t hear a single fairy tale or song from her; she was always running around, wearing tights, doing collective farm and household chores. I worked, fought from morning to night for this life, that’s all. But, nevertheless, most of the good, if there is any in me, I took, in addition to my mother, also from her. There was another grandmother - Aunt Anna Kiseleva, a talker who spoke Russian perfectly. There were other storytellers in my rural childhood" The writer talks about his grandmother in the works “The Fugitive”, “Spark”, “Flower in the Snow”, “In the Evening of Christmas Eve”, “Goldfish”, “Grandma’s Pancakes”, “The Lark Rings!”, “In Heaven and on Earth”, “Joy for Grandma”, “Warm Good News”, “Happiness”, “Apple Saved”, “Road by Wheel”. And even in the fairy tale “Captain Coco and the Green Glass,” the beloved grandmother is involved in the creation of miracles. Grandmother Astya for the writer is a feeling of warmth, joy, security, this delicious pancakes and cheesecakes, new warm socks and ancient Russian holidays. The feeling that a five-year-old boy has for his grandmother (“ Apple Spas"), reverently, reverently, deeply: " But Savior, grandmother, is not only in our hut, but you yourself are like this Savior! Sometimes she’s strict, sometimes she’s very kind...”

Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin(1928-2000) - Soviet and Russian children's writer, poet, author of books about children and for children. Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR (1988).

Biography

Lev Ivanovich Kuzmin was born on January 6, 1928 in the village of Zadorino (now Parfenyevsky district, Kostroma region).

Mother, Faina Andreevna, was a teacher at the small Nikolo-Poloma station. Father, Ivan Ivanovich, a railway worker, died in an accident in the early 30s.

The writer's childhood was spent in remote but poetic places, rich in talented people.

“Mom and her sisters are teachers, and books played a very important role in our family. I read a lot and started writing poetry early,” the writer recalls.

His first children's work was called “Barmaley in Leningrad” and was a continuation of the famous fairy tale by K. Chukovsky. The boy wrote it secretly, in the attic, in a thick barn book.

During the war I had to leave school at 14 and take tractor driving courses. He worked on collective farm fields as a tractor driver and combine operator. The writer captured the memory of this harsh time in the stories “The Clean Trace of the Ermine” and “Slant Whip.”

After the war, L.I. Kuzmin continued his studies in 1945-1946. at the art and industrial school in the village. Krasnoe-on-Volga, and then, in 1946, in Leningrad.

A technical school student, a participant in literary circles, and at the same time an aspiring author, L. Kuzmin decided to publish his first poems in a local newspaper (in Pushkin).

He combined his studies with work at the Lenakademstroy trust. Participated in the restoration of architectural and historical monuments - the Lyceum, Catherine and Alexander Palaces in Pushkino (Tsarskoye Selo).

After graduating from college, he worked on construction sites in Siberia, Ukraine, and Kazakhstan. He came to Perm in 1956 with his wife Maria Grigorievna. In the same year their son Andrei was born.

Having worked on construction sites for a long time, L. Kuzmin came to literature as a mature man.

In 1963, the first poetry collection for adults, “April,” was published in Perm, and in 1964, the first children’s book was published - a collection of poems and fairy tales for the youngest readers, “Who Can Do What?”

In 1965, two books of essays were published: in 1967, for children, “Shoes are Simpletons,” and in 1968, “Captain Coco and the Green Glass.”

In 1969, L. I. Kuzmin was accepted as a member of the Writers' Union. In 1985-1988 he headed the Perm writers' organization, in 1986 he was awarded the honorary title of Honored Worker of Culture of the RSFSR. Lev Ivanovich wrote a lot. He did not consider himself a storyteller; especially in the last decade, he gravitated more towards realistic prose. He wrote poems, stories and novellas, documentary essays, fairy tales, translations into Russian of folk songs and fairy tales from Komi-Permyak, Bashkir, Tatar, Udmurt and other languages ​​of the peoples of the USSR.

Based on the scripts of L. Kuzmin, four cartoons were released in Perm, and the opera “Peter and the Wolf” to the music of S. Prokofiev was performed for several seasons on the stage of the Perm Puppet Theater. The libretto for it was written by L. Kuzmin. Together with Leningraders - composer J. Metallidi and actress I. Bulgakova, he created the mono-operetta “Captain Coco”, and with E. Poplyanova from Chelyabinsk he created an opera-musical for children “The Magic Grain”.

Writer and editor of the magazine “Koster” S. Sakharnov says about his prose: “In Kuzmin, every word is in place and it is impossible to replace it with another..., in every phrase you can hear quiet, gentle music.” Famous Moscow writer and literary critic I. Tokmakova noted such a property of L. Kuzmin’s talent as “the ability to build an accurate image and at ease at a high artistic level form for little reader this or that rule of behavior...”, because he manages, without any falsehood or artificiality, to convey to the reader the most fleeting movements of the souls of his heroes, their worries and experiences.

L.I. Kuzmin himself said: “In my opinion, to write for children, you have to be a little child, yes, yes! Don't smile! After all, the look of an adult is often a tired look. But somehow I’m structured in such a way that no matter how difficult life is, I see the bright in it, that which inspires joy, confidence and hope for the future.”