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"White Bim Black Ear", 1971 *) Reader friend! Forgive me for sometimes writing one or two satirical pictures in a lyrical and optimistic story about a dog. Don’t accuse someone of violating the laws of creativity, because every writer has his own “laws.” Don’t blame me, dear, for mixing genres, because life itself is a mixture: good and evil, happiness and unhappiness, laughter and grief, truth and lies live side by side, and so close to each other that sometimes it is difficult to distinguish one from the other. It would be worse for me if you suddenly noticed a half-truth in me. She looks like a half-empty barrel. But there is no point in proving the difference between a half-empty and half-full barrel. I am for writing about everything, and not about the same thing. The latter is harmful. Think about it! If you write only about good, then for evil it is a godsend, a brilliance; if you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing the unhappy and in the end will not notice them; if you write only about the seriously beautiful, then people will stop laughing at the ugly. And in the silence of the passing autumn, enveloped in its gentle slumber, in the days of short-lived oblivion of the coming winter, you begin to understand: only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and about all this - the word. A word to little people who will later become adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten that they were once children. Not a single dog in the world considers ordinary devotion to be something unusual. But people came up with the idea of ​​extolling this feeling of a dog as a feat only because not all of them, and not so often, possess devotion to a friend and loyalty to duty so much that this is the root of life, the natural basis of the being itself, when the nobility of the soul is a self-evident state. Warm friendship and devotion became happiness, because each understood each other and each did not demand from the other more than what he could give. This is the basis, the salt of friendship. Bim firmly understood: if you scratch the door, the doors will definitely be opened for you and they exist so that everyone can enter: ask and they will let you in. From a dog's point of view, this was already a firm belief. Only Bim didn’t know, he didn’t know and couldn’t know how many disappointments and troubles there would be later from such naive gullibility, he didn’t know and couldn’t know that there are doors that don’t open, no matter how much you scratch at them. Still, even a dog’s life can be a dog’s life, for it lives under the hypnosis of three “pillars”: “impossible”, “back”, “good”. Conscience... No one can ever get away from it unless it looks like a perfectly straight twig: one that can be bent into an arc and, when released at will, can be straightened as you please. Kindness, boundless trust and affection - feelings are always irresistible, if sycophancy has not rubbed in between them, which can then, gradually, turn everything into false - kindness, trust, and affection. This is a terrible quality - sycophancy. And a lie can be as sacred as the truth... So a mother sings a cheerful song to a hopelessly ill child and smiles. Life is going. It goes because there is hope, without which despair would kill life. Friendship and trust are not bought or sold. The reproach of the dead is the most terrible reproach, because from them one cannot expect either forgiveness, regret, or pity for the repentant sinner who has committed evil. __________ *) Text "White Bim Black Ear" - in the Maxim Moshkov Library There is a flower standing on the ground, a tiny drop of blue sky, such a simple and frank harbinger of joy and happiness to whom it is due and available. But for everyone, both happy and unhappy, he is now the adornment of life. This is how it is among us humans: there are modest people with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge soul. They decorate life, containing all the best that exists in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. So a snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth... Bim is sleeping. And he sees a dream: he kicks his legs - he runs in his sleep. This one doesn't care about snowdrops: he sees blue only as gray (that's how a dog's vision works). Nature has created a kind of denigrator of reality. Go and convince him, dear friend, so that he can see from a human point of view. Even if you cut off the head, you will see it your own way. Nature creates according to a stable law: the need for one in the other, from the simplest to the highly developed life, everywhere - this law... The past is like a dream... Isn't the present a dream? Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable. Everything is in time and movement. And the one who seeks only stable peace is already all in the past, whether he is a young guardian of himself or an elderly one - age does not matter. O restless man! Glory to you forever, who thinks, who suffers for the sake of the future! Not every dog ​​can be bought for bait. Even the toilet rumbles in response to a bad tenant. - (pre-house committee Paltitych) Bim noticed long ago that people were exchanging some kind of pieces of paper that smelled like something you couldn’t tell. Some, though still clean, smell of bread, sausage, and the store in general, but most smell of many hands. People love them, these pieces of paper, they hide them in their pocket or on the table, like the owner. Although Bim did not understand anything in these matters, he easily understood: as soon as the owner gave the driver a piece of paper, they became friends. What difference does it make - I gave a ruble for a small “business”, or twenty for a big one, or a thousand for a big one? It's still a shame. It's like you're selling your conscience for little things. Of course, Bim is lower than a person, so he will never guess about it. Bim doesn’t understand that these pieces of paper and conscience are sometimes directly dependent. I felt sorry for killing the game. It's probably old age. It’s so nice all around, and suddenly there’s a dead bird... Split personality in long-term solitude is to some extent inevitable. For centuries, a dog saved a person from this. There was a directive from the leadership of the hunters' society about the destruction of magpies as harmful birds, and all hunters killed magpies with a clear conscience. There was a similar attitude about hawk birds. They were also killed. And about wolves. These were destroyed almost completely. But suddenly, in the new installation, the kite and magpie are declared useful birds, not enemies of birds: it is prohibited to destroy them. The strictest order for destruction was replaced by the strictest order for prohibition. Now the only bird left to be destroyed, declared outlaw, is the hooded crow. She allegedly destroys bird nests (which, however, the magpie was also categorically accused of). But no one is responsible for the poisoning of birds in steppe and forest-steppe regions with pesticides. Saving forests and fields from pests, we destroyed birds, and by destroying them, we destroyed... Forests. Was it really the gray crow, the eternal orderly and companion of human society, who was to blame? What can you do if dogs understand people, but people do not always understand dogs or even each other. Bim had treated children specially before, but now he was finally convinced that little people were all good, but big people were different and sometimes bad. He, of course, could not know that little people later become big and also different, but it’s not a dog’s business to argue how and why little good people grow into big bad people. Bravery is always combined with pride and self-esteem - even in a ferret. If there were no hope at all, not a single drop on earth, then all people would die of despair. There is not a single person on earth who has heard a dog die. Dogs die silently. The woman stroked Bim on the back. She understood everything: someone she loved had left forever, and it was scary, terribly difficult to see her off forever, it was like burying a living person. These were tears of hope, happy tears, I tell you, the best tears in the world, no worse than tears of joy in meetings and happiness. Reversing cause and effect is always a very advantageous method of proof. It’s amazing how both sides can be right when one tells a half-truth and the other does not know the other half of the truth. Slander, although short, has strong legs. People sold Bim's good name for money. Well, at least Bim didn’t know this, just as he didn’t know that other people could sell their honor, loyalty and heart for those pieces of paper. Thank goodness for the dog who doesn’t know this! A Scotch terrier, for example, take him: he pretends that his brick head is full of different ideas (beard! long mustache and eyebrows! philosopher!), but in reality he is stupid, commands, swears at his owner day after day, like nervously ill, feints incessantly. What's the point? Yes, none! One appearance. And inside there is fluff or complete emptiness. O great courage and long-suffering of a dog! What forces created you so powerful and indestructible that even in your dying hour you move your body forward? At least little by little, but forward. Forward, to where there may be trust and kindness for an unfortunate, lonely, forgotten dog with a pure heart.

(Source: “Aphorisms from around the world. Encyclopedia of wisdom.” www.foxdesign.ru)

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Troepolsky Gabriel Nikolaevich- Russian Soviet writer. Laureate of the USSR State Prize (1975).

G. N. Troepolsky was born into the family of a priest. He graduated from the agricultural school in 1924, worked as a rural teacher, and in 1931-1954 as a collective farm agronomist.

The first story appeared in 1937. Since 1954, he devoted himself entirely to literary work and moved to Voronezh. In 1976-1987 he was a member of the editorial board of the magazine “Our Contemporary”. Member of the board of the USSR SP since 1967, RSFSR SP since 1975.

Died June 30, 1995. He was buried in Voronezh at the Kominternovskoe cemetery.

Due to the circumstances of the time, G. Troepolsky had to study in four secondary educational institutions: he started at the Novokhopersk gymnasium (3rd grade), continued at the Novokhopersk school of the 2nd level, and after its closure he graduated from the last class in Novokhopersk. Already with secondary education, he enters a secondary agricultural school (the village of Aleshki, Borisoglebsk district).
After graduating from college (1924) G.

Troepolsky taught near his native places - in the villages of Pitim and Makhrovka. In the spring of 1931, he got the opportunity to work in agronomy, first as a junior researcher, and then as the head of the Aleshkovsky stronghold of the Voronezh regional experimental station.
Since 1936, G. Troepolsky in Ostrogozhsk has been in charge of the stronghold of the same station, and from 1937 to January 1954 he is the head of the Ostrogozhsk state variety testing site for grain crops; Here he also carried out the selection of millet; one of the varieties he bred was zoned in the Central Chernozem Zone (“Ostrogozhskoye-9”). G. Troepolsky summarized the materials of observations and selection in the Ostrogozhsky variety plot in several scientific works.

Almost a quarter of a century was devoted to agronomy, a quarter of a century lived in the small town of Ostrogozhsk. Only in 1959, already being a professional writer, G. Troepolsky moved to Voronezh.

Literature latently attracted G. Troepolsky from his youth. While still at school, he tried to put into words the beauty of his native land that had revealed itself to him, pictures of rural life, and decades later, the lines of a sixteen-year-old boy written in 1921 were also included in the novel “Chernozem”.

The good memory of the young teacher of the Novogolsk school, Grigory Romanovich Shirma, remained in Troepolsky for the rest of his life. He captivated his students with his love for great Russian literature and devotion to its precepts. Troepolsky himself explained that he became a writer under his influence: “... I would hardly have become a writer if I had not met Grigory Romanovich in my life. He taught us to think about what we read.”

Teacher and student, People's Artist of the USSR, artistic director of the State Academic Chapel of the Belarusian SSR G. R. Shirma and writer Troepolsky were destined to have a happy meeting many years later.

While teaching, Troepolsky continued to write. One day he showed his experiments to the writer N. Nikandrov who happened in Makhrovka. A well-known writer at that time advised not to rush, not to send the manuscript, “but you definitely need to write.” Apparently, Nikandrov saw in the young Troepolsky man capable of serious, demanding self-esteem and honest use of words. And I was not mistaken.

In 1938, the story “Grandfather” appeared in the almanac “Literary Voronezh” signed by T. Lirvag (read the other way around: Gavril T.). This was the first publication of Troepolsky the writer, but Troepolsky will never republish this story. This beginning, fulfilled in the spirit of popular ideas about life and literature, will not have a continuation. As the writer later recalled, “the more I re-read the story then, the less I liked it, and I decided that I couldn’t be a writer. It was at that time that I became interested in the selective selection of millet.”

Troepolsky worked at the Ostrogozhsky variety testing site: in a short time he developed eight varieties of millet and published a number of articles, and then two books on breeding problems.

The true literary beginning will occur much later. In the fall of fifty-two, the magazine “New World” will extract a story about Nikishka Boltushka from the editorial mail and ask the author for a continuation. And the first letter from Alexander Tvardovsky will arrive in Ostrogozhsk. It will confirm: “it is written well.”

In the second half of the 50s. Troepolsky received recognition as one of the best representatives of essay and journalistic prose on agricultural topics. In this, he followed V. Ovechkin, with whom he shared both knowledge about affairs in the village from his own practical experience and a desire for sincerity when depicting negative phenomena of reality.

Troepolsky's "Notes of an Agronomist" was published in 1953 in No. 3 of the "New World" magazine, which brought the author all-Union fame. Although the Voronezh regional party committee recognized the notes as slanderous and malicious. Disapproving at firstValentin Ovechkin spoke about Troepolsky’s satirical stories. A.T. Tvardovsky supported the work of a not young, but brave author, and since then, for many years, Troepolsky published his best works in Novy Mir; Until his death, Tvardovsky and Troepolsky were united by a true friendship that strengthened over the years. And it is worth recalling that Troepolsky dedicated his “Bim” to the memory of Alexander Trifonovich.

"Life is going,- said the writer, - life goes on because there is work and there is hope. Life also goes on because there are books that give hope."
The words of G. Troepolsky sound like a promise to readers, a guarantee, a pledge, an appeal to fellow writers: “only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and about all this - a word.”

“Not a single dog in the world considers ordinary devotion to be something unusual. But people have come up with the idea of ​​extolling this feeling of a dog as a feat only because not all of them, and not very often, have such devotion to a friend and loyalty to duty that this is the root of life. When the nobility of the soul is a self-evident state.”
On November 29, 1905, the author of the book “White Bim Black Ear”, writer Gavriil Nikolaevich Troepolsky, was born.

If you write only about good, then for evil it is a godsend, a brilliance; if you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing the unhappy and in the end will not notice them; if you write only about the seriously beautiful, then people will stop laughing at the ugly. And in the silence of the passing autumn, fanned by its gentle slumber, in the days of short-lived oblivion of the coming winter, you begin to understand: only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and about all this - the word. A word to little people who will later become adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten that they were once children.

Warm friendship and devotion became happiness, because each understood each other and each did not demand from the other more than what he could give. This is the basis, the salt of friendship.

Kindness, boundless trust and affection - feelings are always irresistible, if sycophancy is not inserted between them, which can then, gradually, turn everything into false - kindness, trust, and affection. This is a terrible quality - sycophancy.

Friendship and trust are not bought or sold.

That's how dogs are - never forget the way back. In humans, this instinct has disappeared over the centuries, or almost disappeared. But in vain. It is very useful not to forget the way back.

And a lie can be as sacred as the truth... So a mother sings a cheerful song to a hopelessly ill child and smiles.

In a strange entrance, a strange dog was sleeping in the dead of night. Happens. Don't hurt this dog.

Gavriil Nikolaevich Troepolsky, Russian Soviet writer. Laureate of the USSR State Prize. The author of a touching story about a dog's loyalty to its owner.

“White Bim Black Ear” - a story written in 1971 was dedicated to A.T. Tvardovsky, it gained success immediately after its publication. The book has gone through a large number of reprints and has been translated into more than 20 languages.

Bim, endowed with a white color from birth that does not correspond to the breed standard, lives in an apartment with his owner, a lonely pensioner Ivan Ivanovich. Ivan Ivanovich, a former journalist and now a philosophizing hunter, loves his dog and systematically takes it to hunt in the forest.

Suddenly the owner has a heart attack, he is taken to Moscow for surgery, and the dog is entrusted to a neighbor, but due to an oversight, it jumps out of the apartment in search of the owner and ends up on the street. Traveling without supervision, Bim meets many people - good and evil, old and young - all of them are described through the eyes of a dog, through the prism of its perception. Bim is treated differently, from pity and attempts to help to cruelty. Due to a number of different reasons, no one manages to shelter him on a permanent basis. Having gone through many tests and almost waiting for his owner to return, Bim dies, becoming a victim of betrayal and slander from a neighbor who wants to get rid of the dog’s presence in the yard. The owner manages to pick up the dog at the shelter, where it was taken after being caught, but finds only Bim’s body in place.

In 1977, Stanislav Rostotsky directed a two-part film, which also won many film festivals and received an Oscar nomination in the Best Foreign Film category. In 1998, in Voronezh, in front of the entrance to the local Puppet Theater, a monument was erected to the main character of the book, Bim.

For 35 years now, the story “White Bim Black Ear” has not left any reader indifferent. They read and re-read it, empathize with Bim and hate his enemies. And after reading the last lines... they cry...

Gavriil Nikolaevich Troepolsky (1905-1995), Russian Soviet writer. Laureate of the USSR State Prize (1975).

G. N. Troepolsky was born on November 16 (29), 1905 in the village of Novo-Spasskoye on Elani (now Novospasovka (Gribanovsky district, Voronezh region) in the family of a priest.

He graduated from the agricultural school in 1924, worked as a rural teacher, and since 1931 as an agronomist.

The first works appeared in 1937. In 1976 he worked on the editorial board of the magazine “Our Contemporary”.

Among the works are stories, novels, plays, journalism.

- Creation
* “From the notes of an agronomist” (1953 - the magazine “New World”; in 1954 included in the collection “Prokhor the Seventeenth and Others”;
* script for the film “Earth and People” (1955)
* “Candidate of Sciences” (1958; story)
* “Chernozem” (1958-1961; novel)
* “In the Reeds” (1963; story)
* “About rivers, soils and other things” (1963; journalistic essay)
* articles in the newspaper “Pravda” in defense of nature (1966)
* "The Boarders" (1971; play)
* “White Bim Black Ear” (1971)

— Awards and prizes
* USSR State Prize (1975) - for the story “White Bim, Black Ear” (1971)
* Order of the Red Banner of Labor