Agranyan biography

She and her author have an interesting fate. I was buried alive?! He groaned with fear and heaviness in his head. Pictures flashed before the eyes - the sky, the howl of aircraft; The Nazis are bombing again. Then a blow, failure. But he is alive. The brand was found when he heard a moan from the ground. The contusion is strong, but you can fight. Soon he returned to duty.

An ordinary boy from an ordinary family, he well remembered his first creative joy, associated with grief. He was 11 years old, they already lived in Nikolaev, when in a local newspaper his poems for the death of Lenin was a tin at the factory, and then a ship marker, Mark dreamed of poetry. Like Edik Bagritsky, his friend and the “one -to -house” by Litobobye “pulley”.

In the year, Mark entered the Moscow Institute of Journalism and then reported in different newspapers - from the Komsomols of Ukraine to the Ivanovo Leninz.

He was drafted into the army in Yaroslavl, where he remained after the demobilization. The first major literary luck happened when he worked in the Stalin shift. Lisyansky’s poems were taken to the collection “Our People”, and Yaroslav Smelyakov himself wrote a commendable review of the book. In Yaroslavl, Mark met his fate. He saw a student “Ped” Tonya Korulin in an electric train, and it turned out to be love for life.

Then the war began. The volunteer of the Rifle Division, the commander of the sapper platoon, Mark Lisyansky, was sent to the Western Front on July 16. He came out of the terrible Smolensk battle. But soon that bombing occurred shortly after returning into operation, when Lisyansky “taught the war” of young sappers in night classes, he fell into a “wolf hole” - a deep trap with even walls.

The fracture of the leg was terrible, and they did not immediately find Mark who lost consciousness. But after the hospital, he again requested the front. His division now fought on the Kalinin Front. The path there ran through the capital. Such he had never seen a tense, gloomy city prepared for battles: the enemy was very close. Shaking in a half, he sketched the lines of the suddenly born poem.

It turned out almost biographically: I recalled that he was almost buried alive twice, but Red Square flickered past; The car turned, at the Pushkinskaya slowed down: a smoke break! With a sheet in his hands, Mark ran to the editorial office of the New World. Two words - and running back. One and a half started. He showed a poem both in the division, and it instantly became a song.

The journalistic experience was useful: soon Mark headed the division newspaper "into battle for his homeland." And in the spring of the year, the composer Isaac Dunaevsky caught the eye of the “winter” “New World”. The composer with the ensemble of the Central House of Culture of railway workers traveled to Siberia with agitho -train and fell from fatigue.

But then she took her off as a hand. Lines are simple, but how to take the soul! Dunaevsky sketched notes right on the magazine and began to search for Lisyansky. The search was unsuccessful with success: war! Then, at his request, the composer, the director of the ensemble Sergey Agranyan added verses: left the first stanza from Lisyansky and the end of the second, inserted his own in the middle.

The ensemble performed a song at the Division station. The soloist Marina Babyalo was not released until she sang her five times! And then the ensemble presented her at a concert in the capital. She was appreciated by everyone, including Stalin, who ordered her to write her down on a gramplast. The Radio Committee asked Dunaevsky to insert the mention of the Dy leader into the song, and when he refused, he corrected the words himself.

And there the lines appeared: “Hello, the city of the great power, where our beloved Stalin lives ...” The record came out in the year, the song was performed by Zoya Rozhdestvenskaya. But Stalin did not like the text: the lines sounded false. The song was rewritten. Poems by Mark Lisyansky entered several collections during the war. He fought to the very end, next to his wife Tonya, who was a radio operator and a corrector in a division newspaper, and then moved with him to the newspaper of the Army.

After the war, Mark and Tonya lived in Moscow. The colleagues in the workshop sincerely loved Lisyansky - they say he was fantastically kind and responsive. He wrote many beautiful songs, and performed their best voices of the country. When the issue of the anthem was resolved in the year, the choice of the commission stopped precisely on his song, which had long been beloved by Muscovites.

Alas, before the official recognition of the song, the poet did not live up to the official recognition of the capital: Mark Lisyansky died in the early morning of August 30 at the cottage in Krasnovidov. But I used to be proud of Moscow and everywhere I repeated the words: my dear capital.