On February 20, 1938, at the age of 31, the author of the song "The morning greets us with coldness" was shot... ". In 1925, the district committee of the Nizhny Novgorod Komsomol sent the 18-year-old poet Boris Kornilov to Leningrad, where he wrote his first poem, "To the seas! ” was soon published. "Kornilov's talent turned out to be original, bright, dense. The son of rural teachers from the Nizhny Novgorod region immediately attracted attention with his playful and swaggering songs, recalls Yevgeny Dolmatovsky. "Kornilov was not a student for even an hour: his peers immediately recognized him as an artist, younger poets as a teacher, and young poets as a teacher. Boris Kornilov was married to Olga Bergolts.
In 1932, the film "The Counter" was released, and Boris Kornilov, as they say, woke up famous. The song written by Dmitri Shostakovich based on his poems ("The morning greets us coldly... ") is sung all over the country, "from Moscow to the outskirts of the city". But after five years, only the composer remained in the credits for the next two decades, Kornilov's name and work doomed to oblivion. It was as if the poet and the man had never existed!
On January 5, 1957, Boris Kornilov was rehabilitated "for lack of evidence of the crime". His poetry collections will begin to be published, a commemorative museum will be opened in the city of Semanov, Nizhny Novgorod region, and a monument will appear. All this after his death since the poet himself was executed on February 20, 1938, at the age of 31. In 1967, the poet and prose writer Valery Shumilin (1936–2016) met Taisia Mikhailovna (B. Kornilov's mother), who revealed to him Boris Kornilov's last poem, "The Continuation of Life", which his cellmate remembered: "Oh, how you smell unclean, Civil Security officer! "One day, guys, I froze.
Not afraid, trust me. not.
They pushed me into one of the cells.
They joked: "Dream, poet! " Explored during the day and explored during the night.
The sweat freezes on my temples.
I don't remember where they threw me.
lighthearted joke. He goes wild, the pimpled guy.
I have to answer him.
Why did Bucherin publish?