Vorobiev Konstantin Dmitrievich (1919 – 1975), the prose writer.
He was born on September 24 in the village of Nizhny Reutets, Kursk region. He lived a difficult childhood, having experienced the famine of the early 1930s. At the age of 14, in order to save the family from starvation, he went to work in the farm, where they paid bread. After graduating from a rural school, he did not study for a long time in the agricultural technical school in Michurinsk. He graduated from the course of filmmakers and returned to his native village.
In 1935 he worked in a regional newspaper as a literary employee. He wrote an anti-Stalin poem “On the Death of Kuibyshev,” which became known in the editorial office, and therefore had to leave urgently. The
In 1938 he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army, he was sent to the army newspaper Prizyv. After the end of military service he worked as a newspaper employee of the newspaper of the Academy. Frunze, where he was sent to study in the Kremlin Infantry School. In 1941, a company of Kremlin cadets immediately got to the front, almost all were killed near Klin (in 1963 he wrote the book “Killed Near Moscow,” one of his best works, criticized as abused, declared defamatory and false). Being wounded, gets captured (1941 – 43), twice runs. In 1943-44 he was the commander of a partisan group in the Lithuanian partisan detachment Kestutis. In these years he wrote a story about what he experienced in captivity, which was printed only in 1986. Often in his life Vorobyov had to hear: “Well written, talented, but we can not print.” This concerned the stories “
In 1956 the first collection of short stories “Snowdrop” was published. Becomes the head. Department of Literature and Art in the editorial board of “Soviet Lithuania”. Lived in Vilnius. In his works he spoke about the most difficult historical moments – “The Tale of My Peer”, “Genka, My Brother,” “The Giant Comes,” etc. Vorobiev wrote more than 30 stories, essays and 10 novels, many of which saw the light with bills or in a reduction, were scoffed at by criticism. But always it was the truth about our life: “Cinel”, “Gray-haired poplar”, “How much in Rakitnom joy.” Did not have time to finish the story “… And all your family.”
After a serious illness (brain tumor), Vorobyov died in 1975.