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Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov (born Kirill Mikhailovich Simonov) (28 November 1915 – 28 August 1979) was a Soviet author, known as a war poet. He was a playwright and a wartime correspondent, most famous for his poem Wait For Me. Simonov was born in Petrograd in 1915. His mother was born Princess Obolensky of a Rurikid family.
Konstantin Simonov Poems. 1915-1979. Simonov’s father was killed in World War I, and he was raised by a stepfather, an officer in the Tsar’s army who taught tactics in the Soviet military academy after the Revolution. Simonov completed a factory training program in Saratov and worked as a lathe operator until 1935.
By the start of the Second World War, Simonov had made a reputation for himself as an artist and a writer with poems such as the dreamlike Hours of Friendship. As the war began, Simonov wrote patriotic poems including The Lieutenant, one of his best remembered early poems. His first taste of war had been in Mongolia at the end of the Soviet ...
And Russians die only the face to the foe. Alyosha, till now we've been spared by the bullets. The great bitter land I was born to defend. Who kissed me three times in a Russian farewell! July 1941. Remember, Alyosha, the roads of Smolenshchina, Remember the rain and the mud and the pain, The women, exhausted, who brought milk in pitchers, And ...
Compared to Simonov's other works, this poem stands out for its intimate and personal tone, capturing the essence of love and sacrifice during wartime. It reflects the sentiments of many who endured the hardships and uncertainties of conflict, making it a timeless piece that resonates with readers beyond its specific historical context.
Simonov's life, after his initial adventures in the first few weeks of the War, was never the comradely life of a soldier; it was the much more lonely life of an itinerant war correspondent. He was great poet and a great man; but also perhaps a lonely man, to the end. Konstantin Simonov was born Kiril Mikhailovich Simonov in 1915 in St Petersburg.
Wait for me and I'll come back! Wait in patience yet. When they tell you off by heart. That you should forget; And when my mother and my son. Give up on me at last. And friends sit sadly round the fire. And talk about the past. And drink a bitter glass of wine.
