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When Brigantine for the first time lifted sails?

on September 24, 1942, 65 years ago, fellow soldiers said goodbye to Pavel Kogan, the lieutenant of reconnaissance group who died the day before on a hill Sugar near Novorossiysk. Its group, carrying out investigation, suddenly came across large group of Hitlerites. Pavel managed to shout to companions that departed, and itself undertook to cover them. They departed, and shots of its gun soon calmed down

at that time did not know the Name of Pavel Kogan to a wide range of people. And only at literary institute of Gorky well remembered this angular, lean young man who at the moments of disputes changed to unrecognizability - energy and beat from it. And many beginning writers dreamed to get on a sharp tongue of Pavel least of all. Because he so well owned the word, found such comparisons that the colleague right there understood that he obviously talked nonsense something not that Pavel was born

on July 4, 1918 in Kiev, but in four years his family left the capital of Ukraine to Moscow where there passed its nurseries and youthful years. It was the era of great rise and enthusiasm, a fight era for the fastest transformation by the destroyed war of the country to the blossoming power. And young man with the burning eyes wanted to see how the country as people rises, without feeling sorry for forces, lift collective farms, great buildings, master a taiga. Even during study at school it went on foot across Russia twice, went from the village to the city, from the village to the farm, noticing what many will pass by, without paying attention.

He early began to write verses, and its first poetic creations, in something podrazhatelsky, are filled with romanticism of everyday life, aspiration to general justice, to a brotherhood of the people united by great idea. A bit later in its lines other motives will be read more clearly: pleasure of youthful knowledge of life, bitterness of the first one-way love, search of the place in life. But what most of all struck in it contemporaries - ability the minimum number of words to express general feelings.

Wrote capaciously, figuratively. Here we will tell lines - reflections over the future:

The Gap - a grass, a grass - a dodder

We will sprout on bitter,

on great,

On our blood to the watered earth .

And at its verses steadily there are prophetical notes, feeling of the approaching trouble, deadly fight with those, to a lump collectivization and industrialization of 1/6 globe becomes a bone in a throat.

Ya I listen to a far roar.

the Subsoil, not clear buzzing,

Tam rises an era, I cartridges protect


Ya is strong to their coast to fight.

So give me courage in fights,

if fight, then I with you,

the Era gromny mine.
the Support and support the young poet seeks to find

in heroic pages of the Russian history, not for nothing he very attentively studies the biography of the brilliant dragoon and poet Denis Davydov, often commensurating the readiness for a feat with destiny of the person who bitter minutes, having laid lira, undertook disposal of the homeland of aggressors. Then Nikolay Shchors, lines from a poem sketch to which are given above becomes its idol...

And all - despite feeling of future danger Pavel wants to live on youthfully fervent, to dream, to fill sails with romanticism. And there are well-known lines:


Bothered to speak and argue,

I to love tired eyes...

In the flibustyersky distant blue sea

Brigantine lifts sails...

When the first time you hear these lines, apparently, that they were written by the person, grown wise experience, the summing-up result to the life. And this feeling is given rise by the line And to love tired eyes . Well, how eyes during a time of serene youth can be tired? However the fact remains - when these lines appeared in a notebook, to Pavel only - 19 years were only executed. But it is even more surprising that these verses were set to music by Georgy Lepsky, companion Kogana who was 18 years old at all. It was the first song of Lepsky, in the future the recognized bard

Kogan hurried to live. In May, 1941 it goes as a part of a geological expedition to Armenia. There also finds it on June 22, 1941. Pavel urgently comes back to Moscow, but from - for poor health he is refused to be called up for military service. Then it ends an interpreters school, tightening German, also tries to obtain that it was sent to the front.

And now the most surprising in this history. Pavel Kogan during the short life did not see in the printing of any poem signed with his name. They appeared already much later, right after war when began to count losses also decided to include Pavel`s verses in many collections. And this with the fact that song Brigantine already then was very popular. But was considered national

There is a wish to finish the story about 24 eternally - summer Pavle Kogana it immortal Brigantine . There is a full text:


Bothered to speak and argue,

I to love tired eyes...

In the flibustyersky distant sea

Brigantine raises sails...

The captain, weather-beaten as rocks,

Put out to sea, without having waited for us...

At parting raise glasses

of Gold tart wine.

We drink for furious, for unlike,

For disdained groshevy a cosiness.

Curls downwind the Jolly Roger,

Flint`s People sing a song.

So we say goodbye with silvery,

the Most cherished dream,

Freebooters and adventurers

By birth, elastic and dense.

Both in trouble, and in pleasure, and in the mountain

Only a little blink eyes.

In the flibustyersky distant sea

Brigantine raises sails.

The Jolly Roger,

curls downwind Flint`s People sing a song,

I, ringing glasses, we too

Begin to sing the song.

Bothered to speak and argue,

I to love tired eyes...

In the flibustyersky distant sea

Brigantine raises sails...