Yurov Biography

In the sky, a late flock of geese. Early snow beats the buckshot on it ... When you read the poems of Yurov dedicated to nature, then immediately before the eye a short Siberian summer, green meadows, strewn with flowers and berries appear. However, the poet is not just admiring the natural beauty. As the son of the Earth, the son of a river, taiga, all Russian nature, he is very sorry for the land moaning near a bulldozer, in which they seek gold and extract coal, sorry for the river, where sewage is drained.

In the competence of Gennady Yurov, without communication with nature, human life is empty: “What is our life,” he asked, “nothing more than communication with nature. What did she give us initially? Forests without pulls, rivers without dams. And mountain massifs without quarries. And, we lived, not knowing the words "The protection of the environment ...".

Pure stone Catolic I would give you a spring, only the river will shallow. Since the year, the life of Gennady Evlampyevich Yurov has been closely connected with literary activity. He worked as the executive secretary of the Kemerovo Regional Writing Organization, actively participated in the organization of all -Russian traditional literary holidays: “Fedor readings in Kuzbass” and “Chivilikhin readings in Kuzbass”.

He was a member of the Audit Commission of the Board of the Union of Writers of Russia, worked as the editor of the Siberian Rodnik newspaper, his own correspondent for Russian Federation magazine in Western Siberia, was a member of the Siberian Lights’s editorial board, a member of the almanac of Kuzbass Lights. From the year he held the position of editor -in -chief of the magazine "Kuzbass Fires".

Then he moved to work in the Red Gorka museum-reserve. From the year, the Local Lore Almanac “Krasnaya Gorka” began to be published, the editor -in -chief of which was the city of Almanac, became a very important page in the life of the city of Kemerovo. On its pages, the historical and modern history of the city of Kemerovo is recreated; The activities of the Popucus and AIC Kuzbass are highlighted; The main stages of development of the coal and chemical industry, urban planning, architecture, secondary and higher education, and environmental protection are considered.

Almanac has long become the hallmark of the Red Gorka museum-reserve and Kemerovo. However, Gennady Yurov not only published almanac, he constantly wrote himself. All his work is dedicated to the city of Kemerovo and Kuzbass. And the heroes of his poems and poems were always the inhabitants of the region, the worker Tom and the rich nature of the Kuznetsk land.

He was also interested in such eternal questions as: what is the meaning of life, is there fate, what is happiness? The poet could not remain indifferent to the topic of war. Although he was small when his father went to the front, he also had to find out how the Kuzbass people worked selflessly to approach the victory. This is evidenced by his lines: I create a portrait of the native land.

His war is severely illuminated: the music of war sounds in the valley; And grateful soldiers on the tanks of the Kuznetsk rental steel - an armored shield for the whole country. The rear feat of the rear was equal to the battle of the military. The alarm of the slogan sounded: “Everything for the front! Without memory of the past, it is impossible to live a normal life. So the poem of Gennady Yurov “Planet Kemerovo” begins with the history of his native land, with the origins, at which the character of the Siberian was formed.

Exploring its origins, the poet comes to the conclusion that the Siberian character was formed by the most severe nature. It invisibly contains the features of mines, Decembrists, people's volumes. He was staggering at construction sites and in the mines. The poet draws such an image of a builder, a miner, a master of all hands, who embodied all the best spiritual properties of the Siberians.

But to be a Siberian is not at all easy. It is necessary not only to build and extract, but also to have the courage to admit your guilt for the evil of the evil. After all, where factories were built and coal cuts were built, there was a distorted land, forests, meadows, rivers disappeared. Therefore, the Siberians have no particular joy from the conquest of nature, no matter how loud there are victories.

When explosions were shot down on spurs, the earth looked with pain and anxiety. The lights burned violently in the night. Then she looked with bitterness and fear. She went under buildings, in the line of the cuts she became ashes, losing Kolki, rivers, Kedrachi. The poet believes that the mind will nevertheless prevail and on the site of today's cities, a distant descendant will discover not a lifeless desert, but the “Siberian layer of talent and labor”, “a transparent layer of love”, “a layer of conscience and friendship, and tenderness”.

The layers under the load of time are custy, probably descendants will come in handy. They will be discovered somewhere under Kruchi. And they will expose, then they will receive heat and light from them. And heated. And they will remember us good. All Yurov’s poems are very autobiographical. And the most striking confirmation of this is his poem “The Bank”.

It tells about the origins of the poet’s life, about the place where he entered the world, about the city and the river, which is dear to him. Life seemed to the poet a choice between the shore of dreams and the coast of good luck. But at the end of the journey, he makes the discovery that this contrast was imaginary. To go to luck, to part with a dream. You listen, Tom, to my echoing steps.Because wherever I had to return, I always return to your shores, in the years of the twentieth century, when the life of millions of people of a large country has changed dramatically, in my article “The Spiritual Field of Province”, Gennady Yurov was looking for spiritual sources that help people survive in such a difficult situation: “It is important to return their homeland,” he wrote.

And then the melody will return to the songs of our young. And love will be called Rodnikova again. And the call of romance will not cause anyone an ironic smile. ” And, indeed, in Russia there is, in the words of the poet: “The reserved space, such a sphere of earthly existence, which we got to us by fate or by choosing that forms the moral foundations of life and death in us, the concepts of good and evil, love and fidelity, beauty and perfection, it helps the people to survive in any fever.

In the book “Spring space”, published in the year, the poet continued the theme of spiritual searches and moral foundations of life. It can only be mine, and it can be a common, protected space of fellow countrymen and fellow citizens. It brings us up, builds us, forms in us the moral foundations of life and death, the concepts of good and evil, love and fidelity, beauty and perfection.

In verses you can find the protected spaces of the street or city. This is our small homeland. The country's protected space is our Fatherland. ” Because no matter what distance he mastered, no matter what line the leg steps, I know firmly: while I am walking around Russia, I have your shores under my feet! With his whole life, poems and journalistic articles, Gennady Evlampyevich Yurov sought to awaken conscience in people, appealed to kindness and prudence, called for care for nature.

In his works there was a huge mental pain, anxiety and excitement for the future of his native land. And otherwise he could not live. And I live at the crossroads of events, fate and roads. It’s uncomfortable and difficult, I would live differently if Gennady Yurov could have been published more than 20 poetic and journalistic books: “Song of the City”, “Walk”, “Troubles -down”, “Comradely Circle”, “Planet Kemerovo”, “Music of Snow” and others.

Poems of poems about the native land ”; “More expensive than silver and gold”; “The writers of Kuzbass. Poetry: Axtreaming "; "Russian Siberian poetry. Poets x ”and others. My friends! I came to you through years that our life is nothing more than a history of communication with nature. The work of Gennady Evlampyevich Yurov is marked by numerous awards. He is a laureate of the Prize of the Union of Journalists of the USSR for the book of essays “Tolk Tom”; Laureate of the Kuzbass Prize for the lyrics "Working Melody of Kuzbass",; Laureate of the Prize of the Ministry of Russia for the CIS for great contribution to the spiritual rapprochement of the peoples of Vernadsky; The Silver Star “Public Recognition” was awarded the anniversary civil order in connection with the Letter of the Great Victory for the Book of Poems, Poems and Searching “The Reserve Space” received the “Order of the Honor of Kuzbass” by Yurov G.

He was a member of the Council of Elders under the governor of the Kemerovo region. In May, the Kemerovo Family Reading Library "Meeting" was named after Gennady Yurov. The song was written by composer Evgeny Lugov to the words of Gennady Yurov. Since December, she became the anthem of Kuzbass, winning in the regional competition. But someone heard a hymn in her, and many agreed with this.

I believe that to write hymns about the Motherland, when there is so much that the soul hurts about is not only pointless, but also nonpatriotic.

As for the song that has become a hymn, apparently, values ​​were indicated in it that do not change over time. I believe that such concepts as the homeland, mother, kindness, good -mindedness, morality, patriotism are given to a person from birth, in the family ... ” The song “The Kuzbass Working Melody” reflected the entire labor biography of the Kuznetsk Territory, its history and today.

In this melody, the work of Shakhtar, Metallurg, Chemist, Builder, in it, the noise of the taiga and bird voices, in it, in it is the sound of the hearts of Kuzbass workers. This is probably why she became the anthem of Kuzbass. You see: the lights burn in the night, the stellar sky fell to earth. You hear: the melody sounds, where the cities along the banks of the heat and light river create reserves, it was produced in the miners in the mine - the Kuzbass working melody.