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Stepan Krivenky. He was born in the village Vilhivka, Horokhiv district, Volyn region in a family of farmers. The creative heritage of alder nugging is more than three dozen wonderful songs. All of them were included in the collection "My Volyn", which was organized by his wife Maria Klimovna with the help of teachers of golokhiv music school P. Starushyk and M. Ostapchuk. The small book, illustrated with photographs, contains the lyrics of the song "My Volyn", as well as "Song about Peas", which became a kind of anthem of Gorov. Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky still managed to write songs in the first years of Ukraine's independence: "I pray to you, my land", "And nightingales sing about Ukraine", "What do you want, Ukraine?". Leaving us forever has left us what makes people rich with a soul and a generous heart. This treasure is inseinable. His name is Song. He is the author of the song "My Volyn", which became the anthem of the Volyn region.
Stepan Krivenky, Stepan Krivenky-poet, amateur composer, Honored Worker of Culture of Ukraine, Honorary Citizen of Volyn. Stepan Krivenky was born in the village Vilkhivka, Horokhiv district, in a family of farmers. In addition to Stepan, his parents had an older son, Eugene. Parents did not choose fate for their sons. And from where they could know that the smaller Stephen, born in those difficult years of war, with mother's milk will choose the ability to love and forgive, the talent to create beautiful from words and notes, to chant what the Earth has bestow. Since childhood, Stepan sang something quietly. Usually, these were songs heard on family holidays, sung by mother and her relatives. When the boy was five years old, his father returned from the front and brought a small German accordion. Stephen took it in his hands when no one was home. And how surprised were parents once when they heard how beautiful it sounds in little ruffling. The decision was made correctly: the boy was given to study at Gorovyov music school. Then they bought him a new accordion. Although he had sick eyes, musical science, like no other, studied jealously and patiently. Lutsk Cult Education School became the second favorite school for young Stepan. Among the gifted boys and girls, the first prominent shoved his original and not yet polished talent. Creative start with his wonderful undertaking was also destined to take in his native Vilkhivka. Then he worked as a accordian in the local House of Culture, and in the meantime, the villagers gathered there, who later, in 1960, united in a choir. The first and one of the best participants of the choir at that time was the authoritative head of the local economy Vladimir Yigun. Together with Stepan Fedorovich, he gave the choir a sonorous and beautiful name "Khlibodar". The first songs of Stepan Kryvenky appeared in the work on the repertoire. Stepan Krivenky quickly gained respect and recognition: he became the name of the poet, composer and the highest name-musician from God. The choir has become one of the most beloved, most wished groups not only in the district and region, but also abroad. Star successes opened him wide roads to Georgia, Belarus, Russia, Poland. Stepan Fedorovich with true son's love was tied to his native Volyn, field workers, to village evenings, nightingale mornings, to his golden sun and gardens, because he wrote about them sincerely as his heart led, sang beautifully as his soul sang. Stepan Fedorovich turned to people with his songs. At first glance, imperceptible, modest, unpretentious, and people saw in it generous for the good of a like-minded, adviser, person. A considerable team understood him from a single point of view, from the south, from the rooster. Such mutual understanding, consonance in songs and harmony in souls predicted him even greater fame and even higher recognition. September 15, 1992, the life of Stepan Fedorovich was cut off, he departed unexpectedly, very early, leaving orphans unstopretted his songs and a bright memory of himself among those who knew him, loved, appreciated. Then, it seemed, no one seduces the choir on the stage...Stepan Krivenky in his deathly poetry asked his favorite choir not to go off the stage, and "Khlibodar" sang! So highly to the stars raised the glory of the composer, honored worker of culture, honorary citizen of Volyn (this title was awarded posthumously) the anthem of our region, the business card of Volyn, the favorite of adults and small-the song "My Volyn". The People's Choir under the leadership of Volodymyr Onyshchuk continues to work on the artistic creativity of the Ukrainian song, new dance performances. In 2001, the choir became the laureate of the regional prize named after Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky. Now Stepan Fedorovich stands in sculptural gilding under the graceful sky of his Vilkhivka. Maria Klimivna is gone. The monument to Stepan Krivenko was made by a talented sculptor Leonid Ukrainets at the dawn of independence. Last year it was renewed by the efforts of Horokhiv rayon state administration and district council. The festival "Polissy Krai dear" is held annually in the village of Gorbakov in Rivne region. To describe the life of a songwife, you do not need a lot of beautiful words. To do this, you just need to sing one of your favorite songs, listen to the singing of "Bakery" or turn the pages of his collection. And then everything will become clear. Every year, on the composer's birthday, participants of amateur art, friends and relatives come to Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky to the grave to honor him and pray for his soul.
The massacres of Poles in Volhynia and Eastern Galicia were carried out in German-occupied Poland by the Ukrainian Insurgent Army, or the UPA, with the support of parts of the local Ukrainian population against the Polish minority in Volhynia, Eastern Galicia, parts of Polesia and Lublin region from 1943 to 1945. The peak of the massacres took place in July and August 1943. Most of the victims were women and children. The UPA's actions resulted in between 50,000 and 100,000 deaths. According to Timothy Snyder, the ethnic cleansing was a Ukrainian attempt to prevent the post-war Polish state from asserting its sovereignty over Ukrainian-majority areas that had been part of the prewar Polish state. Henryk Komański and Szczepan Siekierka write that the killings were directly linked to the policies of Stepan Bandera's faction of the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN-B) and its military arm, the Ukrainian Insurgent Army, whose goal as specified at the Second Conference of the OUN-B on 17-23 February 1943 (March 1943 in some sources) was to purge all non-Ukrainians from the future Ukrainian state. The massacres led to a wider conflict between Polish and Ukrainian forces in the German-occupied territories, with the Polish Home Army in Volhynia responding to the Ukrainian attacks in kind, on a much smaller scale. In 2008, the massacres which were committed by the Ukrainian nationalists against the Poles in Volhynia and Galicia were described by Poland's Institute of National Remembrance as bearing the distinct characteristics of a genocide, and on 22 July 2016, the Parliament of Poland passed a resolution recognizing the massacres as genocide. This classification is disputed by Ukraine and non-Polish historians. According to a 2016 article in Slavic Review, there is a "scholarly consensus that this was a case of ethnic cleansing as opposed to genocide".
The Holocaust in Ukraine took place in the Reichskommissariat Ukraine, the General Government, Crimean General Government and some areas under military control to the East of Reichskommissariat Ukraine (all subdued to Nazi Germany) and as well in the Transnistria Governorate and Northern Bukovina (both occupied and the latter annexed by Romania) and Carpathian Ruthenia (then part of Hungary) in World War II (all the listed areas are today part of Ukraine). Between 1941 and 1944, more than a million Jews living in the Soviet Union were murdered by Nazi Germany's "Final Solution" extermination policies. Most of them were killed in Ukraine because most pre-WWII Soviet Jews lived in the Pale of Settlement, of which Ukraine was the biggest part. According to Yale historian Timothy D. Snyder, "the Holocaust is integrally and organically connected to the Vernichtungskrieg, to the war in 1941, and is organically and integrally connected to the attempt to conquer Ukraine." The most notorious massacre of Jews in Ukraine was at the Babi Yar ravine outside Kiev, where 33,771 Jews were killed in a single operation on 29-30 September 1941. (Some 100,000 to 150,000 Ukrainian and other Soviet citizens were also killed in the following weeks). The mass killing of Jews in Kiev was approved by the military governor Major-General Friedrich Eberhardt, the Police Commander for Army Group South (SS-Obergruppenführer Friedrich Jeckeln) and the Einsatzgruppe C Commander Otto Rasch. It was carried out by a mixture of SS, SD and Security Police. On the Monday, the Jews of Kiev gathered by the cemetery, expecting to be loaded onto trains. The crowd was large enough that most of the men, women, and children could not have known what was happening until it was too late: by the time they heard the machine-gun fire, there was no chance to escape. All were driven down a corridor of soldiers, in groups of ten, and then shot. Until the fall of the Soviet Union, it was believed that about 900,000 Jews were murdered as part of the Holocaust in Ukraine. This is the estimate found in such respected works as The Destruction of the European Jews by Raul Hillberg. In the late 1990s, access to Soviet archives increased the estimates of the prewar population of Jews and as a result, the estimates of the death toll have been increasing. In the 1990s, Dieter Pohl (historian) [de] estimated 1.2 million Jews murdered, and more recent estimates have been up to 1.6 million. Some of those Jews added to the death toll attempted to find refuge in the forest, but were killed later on by Home Army, the Ukrainian Insurgent Army, or other partisan groups during the German retreat. According to American historian Wendy Lower, "there were many perpetrators, albeit with different political agendas, who killed Jews and suppressed this history".
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Both simple and eminent inhabitants of our region say: even if he had not written any more work, thanks to her he would still be a national idol...my mother wanted to call me Vita, but dad said, "Lesya will be like a Ukrainian" Lesia VLASINETS AND CUBANSsang: "MY KUBAN, MY BEAUTY..." Years passed, dad went to Eternity first, five years ago-mom, and I remember everything, as he entered the room with a smile and said: "I wrote a new song. I took in the hands of accordion, I-violin and bow, daughter-a sheet with written in small words...And came a magical moment, from which the life of many works of Stepan Krivenky began. His father was so beautiful at the time that his heart frothed from his audiation. "My Volyn" at one time, we also performed together for the first time. It was a home debut with violin and my mother's singing. According to Lyudmila Protsiuk, director of the Vilhivka Village Culture House, it was 1977 when their choir was preparing to perform on the regional stage. Today it sounds like it was born. Someone tried to correct the words, but musicologists said the song was too much like a waltz. But for any changes in the text and notes, dad responded with a categorical refusal, although, as a rule, he always listened to the comments. In the same year it was recorded in Volyn recording studio performed by Khlibodar with soloist Lyudmila Khomiak (married Vashchuk) and accompaniment of Stepan Kryvenky. "My Volyn" did not immediately become a business card of the region, although now it sounds in the field, at evening parties, at weddings. The anthem of our region is played in Ukraine and abroad. Belarusians, Poles, Czechs translated it into their languages. Now the late journalist Leonid Laganovsky was pleasantly impressed to hear the Germans sing "My Volyn" in Bulgaria. Advisor to the Chairman of the State Committee for Television and Radio Broadcasting of Ukraine, Honored Journalist of Ukraine Sviatoslav Pirozhko marveled at how it is emotionally performed by Donetsk residents. And the Cubans! They sing: "My kuban, my beauty, my land is sunny." By the way, thanks to Svyatoslav Pirozhko in 1983, when he was appointed chairman of the committee on television and radio broadcasting of the executive committee of the Volyn regional council of workers' deputies, the melody of the song "My Volyn" became the call sign of Volyn radio. INSTEAD OF A FAIRY TALE, I ASKED MY MOTHER TO SING...Long-livers-aldermen told me that dad's eyes were like cornflowers in rye. Growing up, back on his legs, and mother Eudokia knitted spikelets in sheeps. Embracing her son, she did not think that on April 6, 1941, she gave birth to Pisnedar. I love my land, gardens and oaks, and singing bird in grovees, And then from happiness or love, Sow tears in my eyes,-will write years later about the small homeland of Krivenky in the song "Clouds float". And sing about it so beautifully that it will fascinate listeners in America, England, Canada, Australia, and that to this day in those distant countries will be his "Ash", "Cranes", "Vyshyvanka"...As a child, he first hurried down the village street to the yard from where the Ukrainian motif sung by one of the neighbors poured. Their little Stepanko could listen for hours. Instead of fairy tales, he asked his mother for singing-invaluable lessons of folk art. Even during the Great Patriotic War, whether from the abundant tears that flowed whenever I saw my mother longing for my father, or from the deadly fire, Stepan's health broke down. The world around me began to see as if in the fog. From the hospital, a four-year-old boy returned with glasses. But how pleased, when at dawn again found himself in a strong dad's arms. Spersonnia healed the dusty face and asked if the war was over?! My father, angry guns You made a conspiracy forever, At twenty years old, my mother, My Father, would not know this. ("My Father") And what a joy it was, like a trophy accordion on a chair! He touched her and did not believe that that treasure would now be in their home. Everyone was waiting for him, like his older brother Yevgeny, to have enough strength to take him in his hands. And ON HORSEBACK RUSHED TO MUSIC Realizing that the smaller son was born for creativity, his parents gave him to music school. Recalling a capable student, former teachers say that during five years of studying at the accordion did not miss a single lesson, although they even had to go to school on horseback. "I rushed on it to the music, like I flew on the wings. And the fields, thick wheat, spikelets were rounded up to the spikelet, as in the most beautiful song word for word," the mature poet Stepan Krivenky recalled at the time. Perhaps it was those moments that inspired him to the words of the second verse of "My Volyn": Noisy, swooth bread, As the wave in the sea is played. My flowered land to the sun is smiling. After graduating from Lutsk Cult education school, his graduate took a creative start in his native village Vilhivka, where from 1958 to 1992 he worked as artistic director of the House of Culture. In 1961 he created a choral collective with the sonorous name "Khlibodar", which united people of different ages and professions. The first author's songs appeared in the work on the repertoire-about spring, rye, maiden dreams. Amateurs "Khlibodar" had enough half a look or barely noticeable movement of the shoulder, a smile to understand what the leader wants from them. They were not surprised when they saw the maestro suddenly turn over the accordian and continue to play the most difficult melodies. Like even a toy tool in his hands, it sounded like a professional. CANADIAN FEES WERE TAKEN AWAY FOR CHARITY In the late 1980s, my mother, Maria Klimovna, heard that "a man is going to a big fee" from Canada for performing his songs "My Volyn", "Ash" and "Vyshyvanka" among the diaspora. After the death of his father, one of the drivers of the former part-timers said that $ 5,000 from the Canadian recording studio came to Lviv. Of course, for a citizen of the USSR, the amount was cloudy. From the story of the same driver, all the way from Gorokhiv to Lviv, officials did not get tired of repeating to Stepan Kryvenko that money is needed for two orphanages, hinted that, without abandoning them, you can get on the list of enemies of the people. Indifferent to fame and luxury, dad did not object to "philanthropy". I did not read the papers, just signed them and sighed lightly, as if I got rid of something that makes a person dependent. From Lviv he brought a disc with a recording of the song "My Volyn", which came along with the fee. His wife explained: he received it as a gift in a letter, a story with dollars called someone's stupid fiction. Meanwhile, he lived his short life in an apartment without amenities, which he received in the district center after marriage in 1968. He met his wife Maria in the remote village of Peres, where his mother worked in a flowerbed. Once there was to be a regional seminar. And Maria Accordionist, who also graduated from Lutsk cult education school, had a huge impulse on her arm, as a disaster..." I have such Krivensky that in half an hour he sings with your artists," said Nikita Lipich, head of the culture department, to the confused girl. That's what happened. The concert ended, and two young hearts, having met, made up only for themselves the Eternal Song of Love. "I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT "BAKERY"..." The fame of the virtuoso accordionist, who in a short time learned to play the piano, cymbals, flute, bandura, saxophone, guitar, violin, trumpet, spread further and further. Today in the Gorekhiv district there is no such cultural institution, on the stage of which Krivenky would not visit. He did not deny colleagues when it was necessary to prepare a reporting concert, in the midst of a harvest helped agitbrigadas. At the same time he worked as a accordian of the Gorekhiv district house of culture. Having perfect hearing, almost in spite of notes, performed complex works, accompanies choral groups that were just beginning their activities, and today they were awarded honorary titles: folk amateur male choir, mixed choir, folk amateur folk groups, soloists, trio...He created a male quartet consisting of the famous icon painter Alexander Koretsky, Nikolai Lukashevich, Yaroslav Yemchyk and Stepan Krivenky himself. In the newspaper "Builder of Communism" on January 1, 1969 came across the following lines: "Young amateur composer Gorokhivshchyna Stepan Krivenky listened not only to countrymen. Sedentary songs with the colors of rosy mornings, with overhangs of the waves of spikelets, with solemn rhythms of the procession of our region captivated the listeners of Lutsk, Kyiv, Brest, Minsk...The guy not only writes music, but also sings beautifully. The choir of The Horokhiv district, which he manages, received a silver medal at the amateur art festival. Another case in his father's life was for him a test of loyalty to his Vilkhivtsi, Horokhivschyna, Volyn, who sang in his songs: Where else to find such beauty, As in a fairy tale painted, Like an unwoarable spit, To the heart enchanted. ("My Volyn"). His eyesight deteriorated from year to year. As a child, he was treated in regional and metropolitan clinics. Later, it became necessary to undergo constant examinations at the Odessa Filatov Institute. They did two complex operations that made it possible to see at least badly. Rehabilitation after them was held in the sanatorium "Rodina" on the Black Sea coast. Another trip south in September 1989 seemed to be no different from the previous ones. But when his father did not come home after 24 days, the family was excited. After waiting for two more days, my mother sent a teletype request to the Odessa police. The answer came incomprehensible: "Stepan Fidorovich vehal on tour." When he returned home, he said that the sanatorium created a choir of holidaymakers. More than 40 men and women sang in it. He taught them his songs and works by other Ukrainian authors. Odessa Philharmonic and a network of recreation establishments became interested in the new team. The choir was invited with concerts in various sanatoriums. Fame about him spread across the coast. Then these tours began...Talking about them with a smile, dad did not say that in Odessa he was offered a permanent high-paying job, my mother-too, me from the Ivan Franko University of Lviv, where he studied, are ready to transfer to Odessa State University. The families promised an apartment. We learned all this later from two letters in which there was a request to agree to the proposals. Mum tried to persuade her to leave our modest apartment, which had no heating, no water, no sewerage, but dad replied: "I can't live without Breadbed...Business card "Chitanky": KRIVENKY Stepan Fedorovych (1941-1992)-author of the song "My Volyn", which became the anthem of volyn region. Poet, amateur composer, Honored Worker of Culture of Ukraine, Honorary Citizen of Volyn. The founder and long-term head of the choir "Khlibodar", who in 1974 received the title of "People's Amateur".
Stepan Krivenky. Stepan Krivenky-poet, amateur composer, Honored Worker of Culture of Ukraine, Honorary Citizen of Volyn. Dates of life: 06.04.1941-15.09.1992 Place of birth: village Vilhivka, Horokhiv district. Biography. Stepan Krivenky was born in the village Vilkhivka, Horokhiv district, in a family of farmers. In addition to Stepan, his parents had an older son, Eugene. Parents did not choose fate for their sons. And from where they could know that the smaller Stephen, born in those difficult years of war, with mother's milk will choose the ability to love and forgive, the talent to create beautiful from words and notes, to chant what the Earth has bestow. Since childhood, Stepan sang something quietly. Usually, these were songs heard on family holidays, sung by mother and her relatives. When the boy was five years old, his father returned from the front and brought a small German accordion. Stephen took it in his hands when no one was home. And how surprised were parents once when they heard how beautiful it sounds in little ruffling. The decision was made correctly: the boy was given to study at Gorovyov music school. Then they bought him a new accordion. Although he had sick eyes, musical science, like no other, studied jealously and patiently. Lutsk Cult Education School became the second favorite school for young Stepan. Among the gifted boys and girls, the first prominent shoved his original and not yet polished talent. Creative start with his wonderful undertaking was also destined to take in his native Vilkhivka. Then he worked as a accordian in the local House of Culture, and in the meantime, the villagers gathered there, who later, in 1960, united in a choir. The first and one of the best participants of the choir at that time was the authoritative head of the local economy Vladimir Yigun. Together with Stepan Fedorovich, he gave the choir a sonorous and beautiful name "Khlibodar". The first songs of Stepan Kryvenky appeared in the work on the repertoire. Stepan Krivenky quickly gained respect and recognition: he became the name of the poet, composer and the highest name-musician from God. The choir has become one of the most beloved, most wished groups not only in the district and region, but also abroad. Star successes opened him wide roads to Georgia, Belarus, Russia, Poland. Stepan Fedorovich with true son's love was tied to his native Volyn, field workers, to village evenings, nightingale mornings, to his golden sun and gardens, because he wrote about them sincerely as his heart led, sang beautifully as his soul sang. Stepan Fedorovich turned to people with his songs. At first glance, imperceptible, modest, unpretentious, and people saw in it generous for the good of a like-minded, adviser, person. A considerable team understood him from a single point of view, from the south, from the rooster. Such mutual understanding, consonance in songs and harmony in souls predicted him even greater fame and even higher recognition. September 15, 1992, the life of Stepan Fedorovich was cut off, he departed unexpectedly, very early, leaving orphans unstopretted his songs and a bright memory of himself among those who knew him, loved, appreciated. Then, it seemed, no one seduces the choir on the stage...Stepan Krivenky in his deathly poetry asked his favorite choir not to go off the stage, and "Khlibodar" sang! So highly to the stars raised the glory of the composer, honored worker of culture, honorary citizen of Volyn (this title was awarded posthumously) the anthem of our region, the business card of Volyn, the favorite of adults and small-the song "My Volyn". The People's Choir under the leadership of Volodymyr Onyshchuk continues to work on the artistic creativity of the Ukrainian song, new dance performances. In 2001, the choir became the laureate of the regional prize named after Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky. Now Stepan Fedorovich stands in sculptural gilding under the graceful sky of his Vilkhivka. Maria Klimivna is gone. The monument to Stepan Krivenko was made by a talented sculptor Leonid Ukrainets at the dawn of independence. Last year it was renewed by the efforts of Horokhiv rayon state administration and district council. The festival "Polissy Krai dear" is held annually in the village of Gorbakov in Rivne region. To describe the life of a songwife, you do not need a lot of beautiful words. To do this, you just need to sing one of your favorite songs, listen to the singing of "Bakery" or turn the pages of his collection. And then everything will become clear. Every year, on the composer's birthday, participants of amateur art, friends and relatives come to Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky to the grave to honor him and pray for his soul.
Poet and composer of Volyn-Stepan KRIVENKY. Many songs of a talented artist are still in the repertoire of amateur bands. These are the "Eighteenth Spring", "My Father", "Ladies Have long dispelled", "Let bread give birth", "Love your land" and many others. For generous, indestructible talent, inspired work Stepan Fedorovich was awarded numerous diplomas, diplomas, was awarded the title "Honored Worker of Culture of Ukraine". Recently, the book "My Volyn" was published, where the best songs of Stepan Krivenky were collected. Talented amateur composer and poet Stepan Krivenky did not have time to sing his wonderful songs, complete his creative ideas. But his works went among people and sound today throughout Ukraine and abroad. From all the kalyna bunch of vocal and choral works of Stepan Krivenky with special tenderness and warm, son's love for his land stands out his song on his own words "My Volyn". She lightly covered bird fluttered from the sensitive soul of the composer to fully join the melodic streams and forever remain in the artistic sea of Volyn. This is a kind of anthem, a musical emblem of our region. For many years, Volyn has been beginning its labor day with callsigns of this song, which sound on the air of the regional radio. Even during the author's life, it became popular, because it sounds everywhere-in the field, at evening parties, weddings, various family holidays and outside the region. All the works of the artist, whether for choral or vocal ensembles, breathe full chest freshness of herbs, flowering of Volyn fields. This Alder nugget naturally merged with fellow villagers, with their ancient sprawling melodies, with a delicate maternal song, with gray traditions that still protect and multiply the holiday in the picturesque village of Vilkhivtsi. In this direction, he created. The intonations of his works are close to folk pearls and understandable to people. In his native Vilkhivka, where He was born on April 6, 1941, where Stepan Krivenky grew up, he weaved his famous choir "Khlibodar". Here he created the first songs "Eighteenth Spring", "Pray for you, my land", "Let bread give birth", "What do you want, Ukraine?". Then the famous "Ash Trees", "Cranes", "And nightingales sing about Ukraine" and many others are written. He was loved and revered, because he talentedly praised not only the charming nature of his village, but also was a kind of chronicler of his native Volyn. He was awarded the honorary title of Honored Worker of Culture of Ukraine. Stepan Krivenky is not only a talented songwriter with a thin soul. He is a talented poet because he wrote most of his works on his own poems. Many warm words about him were said by his sincere friends, acquaintances, famous artist, icon painter, restorer Alexander Koretsky, Honored Teacher of Ukraine Vasyl Feshchak, participants of folk amateur choirs, male and cultural workers of the Gorokhiv district, whom the composer constantly helped, accompanies during performances and wrote his works. On the basis of the men's chapel created Stepan Krivenky wonderful quartet, which for the first time performed it "Ash", "Cranes" and other songs. True sinov's love was tied to his native Volyn, beloved Ukraine, field workers, quiet village evenings and bright nightingale mornings, to his golden sun and white-pinched gardens, because he sincerely wrote about them and talentedly chanted them. Daily creating, Stepan Fedorovich somehow did not think about giving a real order to his generous creative use to bring to life every word and note. It constantly swarmed wonderful melodies and poetic lines. There were big plans that did not even have time to stand and lie down on white paper. Not all other creations were tested in his creative laboratory, which was the glorious "Khlibodar", where his childhood friends, relatives, wife Maria sang. Suddenly and too soon, the composer passed away, leaving orphans unfinfluous with his talented songs and bright memory of himself in those who knew him, loved and respected him. Honored worker of culture Stepan Krivenky, although he was not a professional composer, did not reach high theories, but his natural talent, gentle, overflowing with songs soul-this is a high plane of creative upswing. Leonid Laganovsky "MY VOLYN, MY BEAUTY!" Every morning, a sleepy silence wakes up the melody of the callsigns of the Volyn regional radio. It was taken from the famous song of Stepan Krivenky "My Volyn"-a song that appealed to many Ukrainians...Twenty years ago, when I was vacationing in Sunny Beach in Bulgaria, during a quiet evening, such a familiar melody suddenly left. I thought to myself: somewhere a group of countrymen gathered, singing the song of Krivenky "My Volyn". I decided to find out where they came from. I got closer. On the sailing, converted under the bar, behind the mufti of beer sat clearly not Volyn. Staggering to the left, then to the right, men and women brought the song to the beat of rhythm. Stepan's melody is "My Volyn", only the words are not the same. The Germans sang. Because of their rather modest knowledge of their language, not everyone understood everything. He caught some words: "Volyn", "batkivshchyna", "song", "earth"...There were no limits to surprise. So someone translated the words into German. Perhaps these are Lusatia Serbs, I thought, whose ancestors once lived in Volyn, and later moved to Germany. I still regret not approaching them, I did not find out who they really are. Later I met Stepan at one of the reviews of amateur art in Lutsk. Then he led the collective farm choir "Khlibodar" in his native village Vilhivka, Horokhiv district. The crook flashed glasses of massive glasses. I smiled surprisedly and asked, "Is that really? Did the Germans sing my song in Bulgaria? It's interesting.' Yes, this little mystery will never be unraveled. The main thing is that Stepan gave his song wings for eternal flying. And this is obvious. Stepan Krivenky worked as a accordor of the Golokhiv district house of culture. Having perfect hearing and almost without knowing musical notation, he performed complex concert programs, accompanied the choristers, the then-known male quartet, which included Alexander Koretsky / bass profundo /, Nikolai Lukashevich, Yaroslav Yemchyk and Stepan himself applauded them not only Volynians, but also listeners in many cities of Ukraine, Belarus, Georgia, Russia. Amateur composer enriched the repertoire of many club institutions with songs "Eighteenth Spring", "Let bread give birth", "Ash", "Cranes". they sang at weddings, christenings, during various entertainments and recreation. Krivenky created his songs and words, and melody somehow quietly, without loud advertising. It happened, music was born at first, and then the text was written, but it happened vice versa. Galina Fialko, Zeya Kovalchuk, Tarara Melnyk, wife Maria will rehearse with them, and-look-in a day or two there is already a new number for the concert program. At the time of soviet power, it was believed that every case should have ideological support. The same was true of harvesting work. At this time in the bread fields, lecturers, political informants: "carried the word of the party to the masses." And the so-called Kultarmian people sang, danced, played in front of the participants of the socialist competition. This measure was controlled, schedules of performances of agit-cultbrigads were developed. Stepan Krivenky was also "registered" in one of them. In the midst of the harvest went to the farms of the Berestechkivsky bush. We visited the villages of Pisky, Starykh. From here the way lay to the ancient Peremyla, which stretches over the Styr River. The terrain is picturesque, the wheat chain rolls waves, smells of mowed bread. We spoke to combiners, squirters. Then we went to the tok farm. Peasants, tired of hard work, were happy to listen not so much to the lecturer and political informant, as a good song, funny humorous. The arrival of such a group was so desirable. He was thankful for the efforts of the local collective farm boss. On the high castle, where hundreds of years ago the nobility of Peremyla lived, in the shade, they laid a tablecloth: they invited a snack. Stepan, meanwhile, stepped to the deep province, which is bordered by the quiet waters of Styr, looked into the blue old man, which opened a charming panorama of the south of Volyn. Breathtaking: here, around Peremyla and Berestechka, a glorious story was created, the spirit of the Cossack forty is sobering here! We thanked for the bread and salt, for the hospitality. A charming panorama-a bright river, green banks, distant grove in a deep mist, yellow wheat chain-all set up in a lyrical way. Everyone stood and admired the unique beauty. The soul of Krivenky sang: a patchwork of native Volyn embarrassed the heart, hands asked for accordion. Stepan sat down on a green herbs mat, walked with his fingers on pearl "buttons". He was looking for something, improvising. And when the bus left Peremyla, the musician for a while did not let out of the hands of the accordion. Then he joked: "Shakes, the notes crumble." A few days later, Krivenky showed me a piece of paper and said: "The melody is already there. Read it, maybe somewhere extra who put it." It was a new song "My Volyn". she was destined to become a people's. (Stepan Fedorovich liked to joke, tell witty anecdotes, interesting stories. I looked at the outstanding historical places, monuments. That's not going to work somewhere.' "Is There a Denikin Street?"-I ask. "It's good, that's what you've caught on the ponyishchego fur coat of a man. It could have been a hooge. But it can come down, that you have in Ukraine, and we, in Russia, still face the name of their hero,"-the old intelligent person smiled a lot. A lot of time has passed since then. And I can not believe that among us there is no modest, even shy, kind person. Stepan Fedorovich was born in formidable 1941. Fate took him just over 50 years of life. And he lived them without parental affection, not being able to get a musical education. Stepan dedicated the song "My Father" to his father, who died on the battlefield: "You knew both grief and anxiety so that we would not know this forever." The creative heritage of alder nugging is more than three dozen wonderful songs. All of them were included in the collection, which was organized by his wife Maria Klimovna with the help of teachers of golokhiv music school Peter Starushyk and Nikolai Ostapchuk. In a small book, illustrated with photographs, the lyrics of the song "My Volyn" are also contained: Stepan Fedorovich Krivenky still managed to write in the first years of Ukraine's independence the song "Pray for you, my land", "And nightingales sing about Ukraine", "What do you want, Ukraine?". Leaving us forever has left us what makes people rich with a soul and a generous heart. This treasure is inseinable. His name is Song.
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