Yakub Kolas - nominal classic Belarusian literature XX century. I’ll say right away that I don’t like Kolas’s books - all the problems raised in them have long crumbled and withered along with the system that gave birth to them. Or even earlier. Or even it did not exist at all, this problem.
In short, all of Kolas’s books are about peasants and the village. Even when he wrote about the city, it still turned out to be a book by a villager about the village. He couldn’t write about anything else and didn’t want to. Endless dull wooden huts, gray and uninteresting life, homespun shirts and rotten potatoes, endless misfortunes of honest working people “succumb to master’s oppression.” Just so you understand, it’s like if the entire history of the United States was reduced to the life of African-American ghettos. Then the endless partisans began, speaking quotes from the directory of a young security officer.
For this he received a bunch of titles and awards and died in a warm bed. And this was at a time when Kafka and Joyce, Thomas Mann and Bertrand Russell were creating. When sparks rained down from under the literary anvil, forging a new understanding of what a person is.
However, let's not talk about sad things. Be that as it may, Kolas still remains a prominent figure in the culture of Belarus; the central square of the capital and the street on which the house with my Minsk apartment is located are named after him. Let's just see how "Dziadzka Jakub" lived in the fifties.
03. Kolas's house is located in Minsk, near the Academy of Sciences. In the early fifties it was the outskirts of the city, but now it is the very center - the city has grown greatly in east direction. The house was built by architect Georgy Zaborsky; the same one who designed many buildings in . The house looks quite recognizable and interesting.
05. Let's go around the house. To the left of the entrance there is a cellar called “lyadoinya”.
07. To paraphrase a well-known aphorism - “You can take grandfather out of the village, but never take the village out of grandfather.”
08. Behind the fence you can see a simpler building, where the children and relatives of Yakub Kolas were moved after his death, turning his house into a museum. For some reason, it seems to me that this house began to be designed and built during Yakub’s lifetime, right in front of his office window - but more on that later.
09. C reverse side Kolas's house looks like this.
11. Let's take a look inside. The house begins with a coat rack (I remembered the proverb about the theater), on which the original copper hooks are still preserved. Unfortunately, it is one of the few original features remaining in the house - especially on the first floor.
12. This is the view from the hallway. On both sides of the shooting point there are two walk-through rooms. Directly - something like a former kitchen. Now in Kolas's house there is a museum exhibition made in the best Soviet traditions- throw away everything that is real and leave what is ideologically correct. There is no bathroom or kitchen left in the house - as you know, Soviet writers they don’t pee or eat, they just constantly think about the fate of the people, the world revolution, and write and write.
13. Here, for example, is a door. Personally, I find it much more interesting than the endless collections of works by Yakub Kolas displayed around. What was behind it? What did she look like? real life in the house? I can look at the book in the store. Why did they throw out the old handle and screw on a Chinese gold-plated one, bought for $2 at the Household Goods on the Logoisk tract?
14. Books under glass. On the right, by the way, is an excellent illustration in the traditions of the Belarusian book graphics, but still, books have no place here. Bring back Kolasov’s kitchen, I want to see where he had breakfast every day.
15. Let's look for some more original parts. Here, for example, is a molded plinth. I don't know if he was here in the fifties.
16. The door frame is certainly original. Maybe a little touched up during the renovation.
17. Let's go to the second floor, there are more interesting original things left there. Ladder. Under the ceiling is a typical lamp from the fifties (I have the same one at home, left over from the previous owners of the apartment), to the right are the doors to the large balcony-terrace, straight ahead are the doors to Kolas’s office and bedroom (we’ll look there later), to the left are the doors to the front part of the house. Let's go there.
18. The original parquet from the fifties has been preserved on the second floor. Yes, just like that - not very high quality, uneven. The joints between the rooms were “made” from leftovers. The parquet creaks when walking. By the way, on the ground floor under modern carpeting gray The same parquet remained - old and creaky.
19. Living room. The original furniture remained here - Kolas brought it, it seems, from somewhere in the Baltic states, and at that time it was already an antique. The furniture is, in my opinion, rather tasteless.
20. Despite its fairly presentable appearance, the house smells of a poor village - the smell of dampness and mice. I don't know why that is.
21. Under the ceiling in the living room there is a tacky socket.
22. TV. I don’t know if Kolas watched it. Currently, only one skeleton remains of the original TV set from the fifties, inside of which there is a Horizon “cube” - already also old.
24. Modern double-glazed windows were inserted into old window frames. It's good that they left the pens.
25. Dining room on the second floor. Reminds me of a typical Minsk apartment from the fifties.
26. The furniture here is nicer than in the living room.
28. Door handle. This is it real life- a roller with which the door was closed. More often than not, it fell inside - and I had to put a rubber band on the door frame so that the door would close tightly. The screws are also very remarkable - they were often not tightened, but hammered in with a hammer - once and for all.
30. Typewriter. This is still a pre-revolutionary model, to which the Belarusian letter “у неслаговае” has been added. An eloquent text is typed on paper - about the wise policy of the Communist Party, Soviet people, blah blah blah. And this is at a time when Elias Canetti... okay, let's not talk about sad things.
24. Bookcase. I will not comment on the choice of the writer’s books.
24. Clock on the bookcase. In general, there are quite a few clocks and several barometers left in the room - this produces a rather strange and mysterious impression. And it seems to me that I have figured out this riddle. Sitting in the office of his new house and every now and then looking at the clock, which was counting down time so quickly, the already very middle-aged Yakub Kolas realized that this house was not built for him at all - but for the future museum named after him. In which ideologically loyal guides will talk about his life.
25. I know what Kolas felt when he sat down every day new table work office. They no longer expect books from him, no longer expect poetry; there is a kind of ban on transformations - it must remain " Belarusian writer about the village." There is no need to write anything more.
26. Life is lived. You live in a museum of your own caution, spinelessness, and loyalty. Those who were different lie in the ground with their heads covered. You survived, you're better than them. Really, Jakub? - asks the pressed owl.
27. I don’t know what Kolas answered to his conscience.
28. The last door remains. The door to the writer's bedroom is a small passage room from the office. It leaves an amazing impression - in the farthest corner of the huge house there is a small room hidden. The ceiling is lower than in the rest of the house. There is a small, almost teenage crib in the corner. At the foot of the bed there is a door to the restroom, to the left of the door there is a stove.
Everything is very reminiscent of a small room in a village house.
29. On the wall hangs a portrait of his son and a barometer. It seems to me that it was in this room that Kolas felt comfortable. He recalled the times of “Nasha Niva” - when there was no USSR, no titles and regalia, no daily need to write about successes in the sowing season, no nervous obligation to answer daily calls from a “benevolent organization.”
He remembered life without a golden cage.
30. I woke up, looked at the ceiling and thought and thought.
30. And on the chair lies the writer’s briefcase...
Over the last four years of his life, which passed in his new house, Yakub Kolas did not write a single new book.
Literary memorial museum Yakub Kolas is a museum whose exhibition is dedicated to the life and work of the outstanding Belarusian poet, prose writer, playwright, publicist and teacher Yakub Kolas (Konstantin Mikhailovich Mitskevich, 1982-1956).
About the museum
The Yakub Kolas Museum was founded in 1956 and opened to the public in 1959. The museum is located in the house where he spent recent years your life folk poet Belarus Yakub Kolas. Two-story wooden house and the adjacent garden with an area of 0.4 hectares are located on the territory of the Academy of Sciences of Belarus.
The museum exhibition is housed in 10 halls, two of which (the office and the bedroom) preserve the original interior of Kolas’s house. Among the museum's exhibits are personal belongings, historical documents and photographs, manuscripts and books.
Tourist information
Opening hours: Monday - Saturday from 10.00 to 17.30; Sunday is a day off. The ticket office is open from 10.00 to 17.00.
Ticket prices: for adults - 20 thousand Belarusian rubles, for students - 14 thousand Belarusian rubles, for children - 10 thousand Belarusian rubles; For privileged categories of citizens, admission is free.
On the last Saturday of every month, admission to the museum is free for everyone.
Telephone: + 375 17 284 17 02
How to get there: walk from the metro station "Academy of Sciences". The museum is located behind the main building of the Academy of Sciences of Belarus.
Official website: www.yakubkolas.by
Photo: State Literary and Memorial Museum of Yakub Kolas
Photo and description
The State Literary and Memorial Museum of Yakub Kolas was opened on December 4, 1959 in the house where the people's poet of Belarus lived. Located at F. Skorina Ave., 66a.
Today it is impossible to imagine modern Belarusian literature without Yakub Kolas. The great Belarusian poet sang a song of revolution and war, glorifying the heroic feat of his people.
Yakub Kolas (Konstantin Mikhailovich Mitskevich) was born in 1882 in the village of Okonchitsy. Since 1906, he led an active revolutionary struggle, published poems and poems with vivid revolutionary content. In 1928, Yakub Kolas became an academician; during the war he wrote poems about heroic feat Belarusian people, after the war, in 1946 he became chairman of the Belarusian Peace Committee, and since 1953 he was the editor of the Russian-Belarusian dictionary.
The two-story house with a garden in which the museum is located was built on the territory of the Academy of Sciences of Belarus. The house was rebuilt several times and in the form in which we can see it now, it was built in 1952 for the 70th anniversary of the poet.
The museum houses an exhibition total area 319 square meters, housed in 10 halls, telling about creative path Yakub Kolas, oh famous guests who were in this house, the interiors of the study and bedroom were restored.
In the garden of Yakub Kolas, his favorite pine trees, under which he loved to sit with friends, and other trees planted by the hands of the poet are preserved. The poet lived a modest, simple life. Everything in the museum has been preserved and recreated in the same form as it was during the life of Yakub Kolas.
It’s cozy in the house-museum of Yakub Kolas: it seems that steps are about to sound on the stairs, the chair in the office will move away of its own accord, the springs of the sofa will bend, the typewriter will chirp. The spirit of the poet definitely hovers here. Sightseers leisurely wander through the halls, and the SB correspondent, together with the director of the State Literary and Memorial Museum of Yakub Kolas Zinaida Komarovskaya, looks over the tasks for the future: in 2018 there will be two important dates- 95th anniversary of the creation of the poem “New Land” and 100 years of the lyric-epic poem “Symon-Music”.
The current staff of the museum is small, but it is amazing what work is carried out by only 5 researchers. The poet had close ties with Vilnius - today cooperation has been established with Lithuanian colleagues from the A.S. Pushkin Literary Museum, and a walking excursion route “Kolas and Vilnius” has been jointly developed in the places described in the poem “ New land» in the sections “Dziadzka in Vilni”, “Castle Gara” and “Pa Darozka in Vilni”. The Pushkin Literary Museum plans to create a separate exhibition dedicated to Kolas. Its collections include items from the house of the Kamenskys (the writer's wife's relatives): a table, a bed, a wall clock, an icon in a silver frame, a candlestick with an engraving from 1910.
In 2017, when the 135th anniversary of the classic was celebrated, in Vilnius, on the initiative of our embassy in Lithuania, a memorial plaque was installed on the house where Yakub Kolas worked for the Nasha Niva newspaper. The writer has not been forgotten in Uzbekistan, where he lived in evacuation in 1942 - 1943: in Tashkent, a memorial plaque on his house was restored and a bas-relief by sculptor Marina Borodina was installed. And poets from St. Petersburg for the first time translated the entire “Symon-Music” into Russian and published it in Northern Palmyra.
In short, there is something to be proud of and there are long-developed plans, the implementation of which the museum begins in the new year, preparing to celebrate two significant dates at once. But the most serious problem and greatest pain of Zinaida Komarovskaya over all the decades of work is the Lastok estate, part of the Nikolaevshchina branch, which unites 4 former “forestry villages” on the Radziwill lands where the poet’s parents lived. Lastok is a unique corner where a house built in 1890 has been preserved, and the only one of all the estates included in the branch that requires serious restoration and conservation. The director does not hide his sadness:
Zinaida Komarovskaya.
- Lastok is the brightest place of all the Kolasov estates; the poet lived here in his childhood, from 3 to 8 years old. It is in Lastok that the action of “Symon the Music” takes place, because Symonka is Kolas himself, little boy in the lap of nature, for whom everything around was magical, wonderful, beautiful... It will be a great shame if this house is not preserved - and we are trying with all our might to preserve it. We have the developments to create a more comprehensive exhibition of “Symon the Music” in it, to improve the territory, and to carry out thorough repairs. But to create a full-fledged museum, our efforts alone, even with the support of the Ministry of Culture, are not enough - the investments required are too serious. We tried to look for investors, but few people can bear such expenses alone.
12 km from the city, a forest road - places truly remote from civilization. But... on 2 hectares of land next to Lastok, an agricultural estate could well appear, or even better - a writer's house like those that can be found in the corners of Poland or Estonia: a place where all year round Authors from all over the world come to meet, get acquainted, work, and at the same time translate the Belarusian classic into their languages - so that Kolas’s word continues to spread around the world.
Stolbtsovshchina pleases not only with its natural beauty and historical details. In Akinchitsy, Albuti, Smolny and Lastok, the artistic and memorial complex “Road of Kolas” was created: wooden sculptures of rare expressiveness folk craftsmen Based on the works of Yakub Kolas, all museums of the branch are united.
- We would like more visitors,- Zinaida Komarovskaya sincerely worries. - Many years ago we were considering the excursion route Minsk - Nesvizh - Mir, and I raised this question: can we go to Akinchitsy, it’s only 2 km from Stolbtsy. It is necessary to show not only castles, you need to look at the life and life of those who served the Radziwills. However, this topic was ignored. We have developed cycling and skiing routes, and walking excursions, but there are not as many guests as we would like.
But the Kolasovsky places could become a nature reserve, no less serious and visited than the Russian Pushkin Hills. Is it really so difficult to slightly adjust popular tourist routes?
Yakub Kolas is a nominal classic of Belarusian literature of the 20th century. I’ll say right away that I don’t like Kolas’s books - all the problems raised in them have long crumbled and withered along with the system that gave birth to them. Or even earlier. Or even it did not exist at all, this problem.
In short, all of Kolas’s books are about peasants and the village. Even when he wrote about the city, it still turned out to be a book by a villager about the village. He couldn’t write about anything else and didn’t want to. Endless dull wooden huts, gray and uninteresting life, homespun shirts and rotten potatoes, endless misfortunes of honest working people “succumb to master’s oppression.” Just so you understand, it’s like if the entire history of the United States was reduced to the life of African-American ghettos. Then the endless partisans began, speaking in quotes from the young security officer’s handbook.
For this he received a bunch of titles and awards and died in a warm bed. And this was at a time when Kafka and Joyce, Thomas Mann and Bertrand Russell were creating. When sparks rained down from under the literary anvil, forging a new understanding of what a person is.
However, let's not talk about sad things. Be that as it may, Kolas still remains a prominent figure in the culture of Belarus; the central square of the capital and the street on which the house with my Minsk apartment is located are named after him. Let's just see how "Dziadzka Jakub" lived in the fifties.
03. Kolas's house is located in Minsk, near the Academy of Sciences. In the early fifties it was the outskirts of the city, but now it is the very center - the city has grown greatly in an eastern direction. The house was built by architect Georgy Zaborsky; the same one who designed many buildings in Minsk in the fifties. The house looks quite recognizable and interesting.
05. Let's go around the house. To the left of the entrance there is a cellar called “lyadoinya”.
07. To paraphrase a well-known aphorism - “You can take grandfather out of the village, but never take the village out of grandfather.”
08. Behind the fence you can see a simpler building, where the children and relatives of Yakub Kolas were moved after his death, turning his house into a museum. For some reason, it seems to me that this house began to be designed and built during Yakub’s lifetime, right in front of his office window - but more on that later.
09. From the back side, Kolas House looks like this.
11. Let's take a look inside. The house begins with a coat rack (I remembered the proverb about the theater), on which the original copper hooks are still preserved. Unfortunately, it is one of the few original features remaining in the house - especially on the first floor.
12. This is the view from the hallway. On both sides of the shooting point there are two walk-through rooms. Directly - something like a former kitchen. Now in Kolas’s house there is a museum exhibition made in the best Soviet traditions - throwing away everything that is real and leaving what is ideologically true. There is neither a bathroom nor a kitchen left in the house - as you know, Soviet writers do not pee or eat, but only constantly think about the fate of the people, the world revolution, and write and write.
13. Here, for example, is a door. Personally, I find it much more interesting than the endless collections of works by Yakub Kolas displayed around. What was behind it? What was real life like in the house? I can look at the book in the store. Why did they throw out the old handle and screw on a Chinese gold-plated one, bought for $2 at the Household Goods on the Logoisk tract?
14. Books under glass. On the right, by the way, is an excellent illustration in the traditions of Belarusian book graphics, but still, books have no place here. Bring back Kolasov’s kitchen, I want to see where he had breakfast every day.
15. Let's look for some more original parts. Here, for example, is a molded plinth. I don't know if he was here in the fifties.
16. The door frame is certainly original. Maybe a little touched up during the renovation.
17. Let's go to the second floor, there are more interesting original things left there. Ladder. Under the ceiling is a typical lamp from the fifties (I have the same one at home, left over from the previous owners of the apartment), to the right are the doors to the large balcony-terrace, straight ahead are the doors to Kolas’s office and bedroom (we’ll look there later), to the left are the doors to the front part of the house. Let's go there.
18. The original parquet from the fifties has been preserved on the second floor. Yes, just like that - not very high quality, uneven. The joints between the rooms were “made” from leftovers. The parquet creaks when walking. By the way, on the first floor, under the modern gray carpet, the same parquet remained - old and creaky.
19. Living room. The original furniture remained here - Kolas brought it, it seems, from somewhere in the Baltic states, and at that time it was already an antique. The furniture is, in my opinion, rather tasteless.
20. Despite its fairly presentable appearance, the house smells of a poor village - the smell of dampness and mice. I don't know why that is.
21. Under the ceiling in the living room there is a tacky socket.
22. TV. I don’t know if Kolas watched it. Currently, only one skeleton remains of the original TV set from the fifties, inside of which there is a Horizon “cube” - already also old.
24. Modern double-glazed windows were inserted into old window frames. It's good that they left the pens.
25. Dining room on the second floor. Reminds me of a typical Minsk apartment from the fifties.
26. The furniture here is nicer than in the living room.
28. Door handle. This is real life - the video with which the door closed. More often than not, it fell inside - and I had to put a rubber band on the door frame so that the door would close tightly. The screws are also very remarkable - they were often not tightened, but hammered in with a hammer - once and for all.
30. Typewriter. This is still a pre-revolutionary model, to which the Belarusian letter “у неслаговае” has been added. An eloquent text is typed on paper - about the wise policy of the Communist Party, the Soviet people, blah blah blah. And this is at a time when Elias Canetti... okay, let's not talk about sad things.
24. Bookcase. I will not comment on the choice of the writer’s books.
24. Clock on the bookcase. In general, there are quite a few clocks and several barometers left in the room - this produces a rather strange and mysterious impression. And it seems to me that I have figured out this riddle. Sitting in the office of his new house and every now and then looking at the clock, which was counting down time so quickly, the already very middle-aged Yakub Kolas realized that this house was not built for him at all - but for the future museum named after him. In which ideologically loyal guides will talk about his life.
25. I know what Kolas felt when he sat down at a new desk in his office every day. They no longer expect books from him, no longer expect poetry; there is a kind of ban on transformations - he must remain a “Belarusian writer about the village.” There is no need to write anything else.
26. Life is lived. You live in a museum of your own caution, spinelessness, and loyalty. Those who were different lie in the ground with their heads covered. You survived, you're better than them. Really, Jakub? - asks the pressed owl.
27. I don’t know what Kolas answered to his conscience.
28. The last door remains. The door to the writer's bedroom is a small passage room from the office. It leaves an amazing impression - in the farthest corner of the huge house there is a small room hidden. The ceiling is lower than in the rest of the house. There is a small, almost teenage crib in the corner. At the foot of the bed there is a door to the restroom, to the left of the door there is a stove.
Everything is very reminiscent of a small room in a village house.
29. On the wall hangs a portrait of his son and a barometer. It seems to me that it was in this room that Kolas felt comfortable. He recalled the times of “Nasha Niva” - when there was no USSR, no titles and regalia, no daily need to write about successes in the sowing season, no nervous obligation to answer daily calls from a “benevolent organization.”
He remembered life without a golden cage.
30. I woke up, looked at the ceiling and thought and thought.
30. And on the chair lies the writer’s briefcase...
Over the last four years of his life, which passed in his new house, Yakub Kolas did not write a single new book.