Biography of Vologda poets

View all authors, Alexander Alekseevich Alexander Alekseevich Poshekhonov, was born on January 23 of the year in the village of Doronino, Cherepovets district of the Vologda region. Currently, the author of twelve books lives in the city of Poems, verses for children, thoughts, aphorisms. Laureate of the competition named after Nikolai Rubtsov and the competition "Golden Pen". Member of the Union of Writers of Russia.

Alexander Alekseevich once admitted that he remembers poetry from childhood. They always lived in him, it seems to him. And when the boy was injected with firewood, digging the beds, dragged water - that is, he was engaged in the usual work, and when at school, in the lesson, everything surrounded the surrounding for a moment, and he was left alone with images, which were surrendering on him, which immediately, as if on their own, were clothed in a poetic form.

For many years, he has been working in the Railway Transport Department of OJSC Severstal by a train compiler. His poems were read by friends, acquaintances. At the end of the X Vologda poets sent a selection of Alexander’s poems to the Youth Publishing House. And the beginning of the new century was marked for him by another event-the verses of our fellow countryman entered the "Anthology of Russian Lyrism", the capital of a three-volume publication.

The Moscow Literary Agency "Parnassus" has released an autobiographical annual year "on the threshold of the 21st century", which tells about the work of the poet.

My origins: excerpts from the biography “I was born on the blessed land of Vologda in the village of Doronino of the Cherepovets district on January 23 of the year in a peasant family. The father was a tractor driver, a groom, and a ministry on a commercial and milk farm. Mother is a handy, milkmaid .. Grandmother Anna Alexandrovna Poshekhonova controlled in the house.

She cooked food for her family, and she was jerking away livestock, and she looked after us with her sister ... About my grandmother, Anna Alexandrovna, I still had pure, mlessing memories, as a wise, fair, kind and reasonable woman. Anna's grandmother has skillful hands, they did not know either laziness or boredom: they boil, and fried, sew, and spin, and go through the water with grandmother Anna.

She was both my comforter and mentor. The first Tales of Pobaska and epics Russians came to me from her. I was carried away by the versification in early childhood. Perhaps, at six years I was recorded on wallpaper paper, the first composed thing was recorded. It was a guard about the waterfall: sour cream, bam-and haty! .. It was then that I transferred all my attention to the children, turned the work to their bright souls and inextricted hearts.

And when the television and media television and the media were spent with open violence, I realized that for these souls and hearts, children should be fought, to fight in a word. Since then, poems for children are my weapons and the means with which I am trying to return our children to the true world of childhood, where the heroes are not computer shifts, but our good characters with mind, heart and soul.

Where any action does not occur in gloomy otherworldly crypts and casemates, but in a natural environment: among forests and fields with grass, trees, animals, in good cities with kind people! .. Books of the author:.