Shamov biography is brief

They sing this song in the city and the village, on the train and on the ship, because it is a song about the joy of life, about the beauty of human feelings, about the most cherished and unfading on earth - about love. It seems that this song was added by spring itself, joy itself, and very few people know that the author of this song we loved is a good Russian person, a former pilot, poet Ivan Shamov's pre -war biography of Ivan Vasilyevich Shamov is simple.

He was born on February 19 in the village of Khlystovo, Morshansky district of the Tambov province. After graduating from a seven-year school, he entered among the first hundred and twenty people in the Morshansky library technical school, in which he studied for years. It was a happy time, Shamov more than once recalled in verses and letters: "Do not forget those bright days forever." In January, at the request of the newspaper Michurinskaya Pravda, Ivan Vasilievich sent memories of visiting Michurinsk and Tambov, about those places where he was born and grew up.

All materials in the same month were published in the newspaper and among them - the poem “In the early days” with the subtitle “Memories of the Morshansky Library College”: I remember: we decided, according to books, comrades, great! We are going to a new technical school, lads! As the best graduate of the technical school, Ivan Shamov was sent to the Moscow Library Institute. He left the Tambov region with regret: apparently, his heart felt that he was not destined to live here.

But the years spent in the Tambov Territory remained forever in memory. With particular warmth, already becoming a recognized poet, Shamov wrote about his native Morshansk: on winter day, persecuted, I see my native, unique town on the Tsne River in a delicate veil. Studying at the institute, the young man increasingly started talking about aviation with his friends. On a walk, he looked into the sky at flying planes and once said: “But yet, guys, I will fly to the sky!

And he soon filed an application with the aero club. Many years later, Ivan Shamov will write: my dear aviation, I am proud of you, composing poems, passion for you forever preserving in the year the student of Shamov left the last year of the institute and became a cadet of the Bata air school. The news of the war found him in a tent town, and he immediately caught fire to the front to get to the front, but only in the summer of the year he accepted combat baptism.

The young pilot with the Nazis fought valiantly. Fights, destroyed cities, the suffering of people - all this will subsequently affect verses, just as the desire for victory, love for the homeland and pain for it. After the war, Ivan Shamov remained in aviation, flew a lot, every time rejoicing at the opportunity to climb a peaceful sky. In the year, during the next flight, the motor refused in the air, the plane collapsed to the ground.

The pilot was unconscious for ten days. Doctors returned him to life, but he was forever chained to bed. And then he was not even thirty years old. Comrades in the airfield, relatives, and, above all, the wife of Natalya Fedorovna, were constantly nearby, encouraged as they could. And he was tormented by double pain - from physical and spiritual, from the consciousness that he had failed forever, became an unnecessary disabled person.

Subsequently, in one of the poems, Shamov will write: will it compare with what my loss? I did not know the loss more harder than to leave the system for a soldier when you are all the soul of a soldier. But, despite the tragedy of the situation, this man managed to overcome the insurmountable, seemingly barrier. The will to life, the desire to remain in the ranks and the belief that he can still benefit, did their job.

The forces gradually restored, Shamov began to read a lot, started a notebook, where he recorded entire paragraphs from the book of Nikolai Ostrovsky “How Steel was tempered”, verses of Vladimir Mayakovsky, which he loved since childhood. I tried to compose it myself. Boris Polevoy’s book “The Tale of a Real Man” also lay on his table. The former pilot and future poet rose above the disease.

He not only did not lose heart himself, but also encouraged his friends, forced to leave aviation because of injuries: to slam the doors to the sky forever-this is a sharp fracture in life. But if you were an eagle in the stratosphere, on Earth it must be an eagle. For two and a half years, Ivan Shamov spent in hospitals. Doctors were amazed at his patience, endurance.

At that time he himself was in the hospital and heard from the medical staff and from patients about the poetic successes of the former aviator. He asked to read poetry and, listening, prophetically remarked to the author that poetry would return his wings ... The first verses of Ivan Shamov were published in the year. They did not go unnoticed, not only readers, but also professional poets drew attention to them: Sergey Smirnov, Alexander Zharov, Mikhail Isakovsky, who approvingly responded about the verses of the young poet.

A high appreciation of the work of our fellow countryman was given by Alexander Zharov. Here's what he wrote in an introductory article to the collection of Ivan Shamov “How the road you are to me, Russia! So the tradition was born. Ivan Vasilievich Shamov belonged to another generation. He is a military-flyer of the middle of the forties, rising into the sky above his homeland. In peaceful days, a tragic case changed his intentions and his fate.He turned out to be chained to bed, but remained in the ranks and managed to wake up in himself the sense of the poet, he did not leave the patriotic system of combat friends.

He turned to the feats of the heroes of the Air Ocean, drawing his poetic inspiration in them. He resurrected the images of V. Talalikhin, N. Khrustalev in his heart, who entered into immortality on Earth, admiring its beauties and heights, Ivan Shamov drove quite successfully. He fascinated in many lines, lit the hearts of his readers all the poet’s work was optimistic, life -affirming after treatment in the hospital Shamov and his wife, who turned out to be a real friend and faithful satellite until the end of days, at the request of fellow soldiers, allocated an apartment in Moscow.

On the one hand, it was joyful - to live with all amenities, on the other, it was anxious: the couple were afraid that their world would now be limited by four walls. But the framework of this world moved out unexpectedly widely. Who has not been to the Shamovs! Pilots, writers, students Ivan Vasilievich again felt necessary. A new life began - the life of the poet. Poems that previously had only a shy breakdown of the pen began to gain strength, they sounded in a new way, they appeared in them the confidence of a man who again got into line: my flight was interrupted in the sky, now I was chained to bed.

But again I am going to take off, with a verse and a song on the target starting from the year, when in Moscow, in the publishing house of the USSR Military Ministry, the first collection of Ivan Chamov’s poems and songs “The Denary School”, and others appear with names that, probably, could only be among the Shami books: “On a given wave”, “I serve the Soviet Union!

The Aviator of Shamov was fearless, now it was necessary to prove that he was a serious writer. Stubborn labor, sleepless nights acquired a poet of skill. For a long time he was tormented by doubts: what if they were printed out of pity? But when I read a critical article, where some of his poems were called inexpressive, or even weak, he, along with bitterness in such cases, experienced a sense of satisfaction: they speak of him as a poet, without discounts on disability.

With close attention, Ivan Shamov followed the events in his native Tambov region. Countrymen sent him a regional newspaper, according to its publications, he knew about the literary life of the region, about the work of a local book publishing house, for which the poet began to prepare the manuscript of a new collection - “Outside the Value River”. He went out in a year in a circulation of five thousand copies, with illustrations by the artist Yevgeny Vladislavovich Ryabinsky.

It was a happy meeting of the poet with a small homeland, with readers-land: I am again, dear forests, at home! Only yesterday I changed from the post. Here, each path is familiar to the stump, fossa and bush. Such facts are also said about the constant connection of Shamov with the Tambov region: several times a year, groups of schoolchildren from Tambov, Michurinsk, Morshansk, and many areas of the region came to him to Moscow.

About unforgettable impressions of meetings with the poet, they wrote essays, shared them on the pages of local newspapers. By the way, in one of the groups of students who attended Shamova with her teacher Valentina Ivanovna Kashirina was Lyubov Mikhailovna Gorina, who later became the wife of the poet Semyon Semenovich Miloserdov, to whom it was Ivan Shamov who was a recommendation for joining the Union of Writers.

Valentina Ivanovna preserved a letter from Shamov, a photograph that captured the poet with the Tambov readers. Ivan Vasilievich corresponded with his former school teachers, teachers of the Morshansky Library College, which he graduated in the year, with writers and readers. In the year, an another collection of poems by Ivan Shamov “populated” with the introductory article of the Tambov teacher Anatoly Barmin, who had been rewriting with the poet, was published in the year with a ten thousandth circulation.

For many years, he with love studied the life and work of the poet-lieutenant and wrote a documentary story about him in the early X, which, unfortunately, remained unpublished, although he received positive reviews. This is what, for example, the writer Vasily Kravchenko wrote in his review about the manuscript of Barmin: “We are obliged to return to the poet Shamov, if only because in our time there are many people who need will and courage to overcome the new book of Shamov, although it passed through the Central Black-Seine Book Publishing Publishing publishing house by this time by this time was already liquidated as unprofitable, but as unprofitable, but as unprofitable.

It was published in the Tambov printing house "Proletarian Svetoch", which was especially expensive to the author. He loved his native land, dedicated the innermost lines to him: Tambov air, my father’s land, I am forever. There were days when even such a courageous person, as Ivan Shamov was, it seemed that the forces were over, it was no longer possible to tolerate unbearable pain.

Longing made his way in the heart, black thoughts drilled the brain. Then everything that understands, the wife of Natalya Fyodorovna, who suffers with him, sat down near her husband’s bed and read to him aloud his favorite authors. And the book did its great job.The poet Shamov, gritting his teeth, took up the pen, gave himself an order: not to give up! In such moments, lines dedicated to Nikolai Ostrovsky were born: when uninvited sadness will come to the soul, like a thief.