"Psychological pills of optimism and bliss" by Inna Bronstein. "bliss" inna yakovlevna bronstein Minsk poetess bronstein

Inna Bronstein is not a poet. An eighty-year-old pensioner from Minsk, a teacher in the past ... who lost the most precious thing in her life - her son ...

***
What a blessing to wake up and know
That you don't have to run to work.
And the coming day is very good,
And if you are sick, it means you are alive.
And old age is not a bad time.
Long live the time of freedom! Hooray!

* * *
What a blessing! I know in my old age
That I will not lose all my beauty.
You can't lose what you didn't have.
Beauty is worse. But that's their business.
For them, this fitness, diet, braces.
I feel sorry for them. Well then! Hold on, poor things!

* * *
What bliss to walk around the market
And buy a new sweater one day.
New thing - a molecule of mini-bliss
In the stream of natural imperfection.
And different joys will meet more often ...
Don't laugh at grandma in a shiny sweater.

* * *

Go to the toilet with your feet.
And then on the way back
And quickly dive under the covers.
And wake up in the morning, wake up and get up
And walk, talk and breathe again.

* * *
What a blessing to lie in bed
And read a good book at night.
You read familiar prose a hundred times,
And everything is new to you, thanks to sclerosis.

* * *
What a blessing, you know it yourself
When you lay down and already fall asleep.
And you will sleep peacefully until the morning.
No insomnia! I fall asleep ... Hooray!

* * *
What a blessing in old age
Do not surf the Internet with your own hands,
And quietly look for your man
In ancient volumes of the last century.

* * *
What bliss fate has given me,
I lost my keys and then found them.
There is a wonderful way to be happy -
Lose and suffer, and then find!

* * *
What bliss when in January
Epiphany frost and snowstorm in the yard,
And in the house we have a good and warm
And I'm not on the street - I'm lucky!

* * *
What a blessing to stand under the shower
Wash and become clean again,
And to know that I did it myself.
How good I am! Don't go crazy...

* * *
What bliss: the hand hurts,
And, most importantly, the left one is a sweet deal!
What if the right hand ached?
Let's note that in life I'm lucky so far.
And even when fate gets it,
To still be blessed, there is a reason.

* * *
What a blessing to walk through the forest,
Moreover, eskimo in chocolate lick.
After all, after breakfast, I'm on a diet for an hour
And I deserve these sweets.
Walking, I will burn out calories
And so I'll be back for lunch.

* * *
What bliss, at the sight of advertising
Think how much rubbish there is
Which I don't need at all.
I am quite satisfied with what I have.
And how much do I save, guys,
Without buying "Sorti" and pads!
But only a reasonable question arises:
Where are the millions saved?

* * *
What bliss to rise from the asphalt
And know that your unprecedented somersault
Ended up not in a wheelchair
But just a fright and a little shake.
Now you will agree with me friends,
Which, after all, I am very lucky.

* * *
What bliss - remember it -
When nothing hurts you
But only, starting to moan in pain,
You can understand such bliss.
You know, if you need a reason for joy,
That tomorrow everything will be much worse.

* * *
What bliss at the end of the journey
In the evening, staggering, crawl home
And sit down and close your eyes with pleasure,
And this bliss to drink to the drop.
And there already legs, groaning, stretch,
But to wake up tomorrow - and go!
So all pedestrians are blissful, sort of.
And where do drivers find joy?

* * *
What bliss to come to the pharmacy
And there you can find health according to the recipe.
Bought blood pressure pills
Side effects in them: dystonia,
Heart attack and bronchitis, stomatitis, arrhythmia,
constipation, anorexia, leukopenia,
Pemphigus, lichen and other infection ...
I'll throw those pills away right away.
And I will immediately be saved from a dozen diseases.
Hypertension, of course, is more useful.

* * *
What bliss to crawl from the bazaar
And in the bag a funky banana to carry.
No wonder doctors everywhere say
That the banana raises our mood.
How happy monkeys live in the jungle!
And all because they eat bananas.
But monkeys do not live alone,
And bask in the warm embrace of relatives.
Unlike them, I am always alone,
And even today - in an embrace with a banana.
Bliss? Which? Think brothers!
And the lines came up to laugh.

* * *
What bliss fate gave me -
I forgot my bag and then found it!
I forgot her on the noisy street
And further in the tram I go thoughtlessly.
Enough, returned and - a miracle happens -
The girl returns my bag to me!
Today I found not only a loss -
I have regained faith in people!

For a thousand good - one bastard.
You can live, and I lived to gray hair.
I throw happy glances at the bag,
And I don’t need other blessings today.
And if I hadn't lost my purse,
Why would I be blissful?

* * *
What a blessing! In a car near the house
I sit down in front of my astonished friends.
And like a queen in the backseat
I sit in a delightful stupor.
And there ahead in a radiant halo
The back of the head is cute with a golden tail.
Bliss like this will not experience
Only the one who habitually drives around in a car.

* * *
What a blessing to have a ticket
And sit quietly with him in the clinic.
And the disabled, the sick are walking by,
Old women, as well as other sufferers,
And I, among others, still - oh-hoo!
As long as I don't have any pain.
And if it hurts, then just a little.
I just made my way to the doctor.

* * *
I'm sitting behind bars in my apartment,
It's cold outside, warm inside the house.
And in a warm room - a blue screen
Talking quietly to me about something.

And if I see an ugly face in him,
I will press the button and destroy it.
I will not suffer and languish in tears,
What a blessing to be on my feet!

* * *
What a blessing to hear the call
And in the receiver such a beloved voice,
Male or female, or maybe girlish,
That everything is fine, but the bell is a custom.
What bliss - to know and answer!
I don't need another happiness in the world.
Wizard Bell's Invention,
Oh my phone - you're a great deal!

* * *
What bliss in the soul and in nature,
When nothing happens to us
But in order to taste such bliss,
You have to somehow survive until old age.
And then forget that I was waiting for a change
And crawl gradually without incident.
And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!

* * *
What bliss has come today -
Heat was turned on in a cold apartment.

The plumber finished the flood yesterday.
What bliss on land! Hooray!

My TV went out again.
But he turned on again. I am blessed.

What bliss - the trolleybus has come,
And I've been waiting for it! How good!

And if our world reached perfection,
Where would I get these blessings!

* * *
Without luck, there will be no luck.
Time to be blessed, time to sigh.
Black is white, what does it mean?
So, you have to walk along the zebra!

If white is not for me,
What else will I rejoice in!
So, in this I find bliss.
And if it doesn't help, I'll take the food.

There is salvation from failure -
Somewhere to eat something tasty.

* * *
Share hopeless, my bitter,
No one needs me, I live.
Death has been delayed, which means we must live
And to find different “bliss” in life.
I just don't want to torment my friends with tears.
With stupid "bliss" is still more fun.

* * *
What a terrible word - freedom.
When no one on earth needs
When you don't owe anything to anyone.
The free years are fruitless.
What a longing - do not rush anywhere,
Get up when you want, lie in bed,
Do not think about the matter, do not take up the matter,
Do not set or start an alarm clock.

What a misfortune to cook for yourself
And there is in loneliness even to satiety.
Forget about the dress that I bought yesterday,
Do not wait for changes in a lonely fate.
What a blessing that I have
My brother and friends are on the phone and nearby.
So loving, with a gentle look.
And I wipe away the tears and I rejoice.

Inna Yakovlevna Bronstein- an amazing woman. She is already well over 80. In her past life, she was a history teacher… She lives in Minsk. Having experienced more than one tragedy, having lost her son and husband, at the age of 80, a Minsk pensioner began to write poetry. Well, not really poetry in the conventional sense. These are rather verses, bitter, ironic, but warming to everyone who these lines fall into the hands of.

Inna Yakovlevna, one might say, invented her own philosophical system that forbids to lose heart and become sour. The system, at first glance, is simple: actively seek and find reasons to rejoice in life. Let them be subtle. Even the smallest ones! Inna Yakovlevna admits that for her these “bliss” (most of her short poems begin with the words “what bliss!”) have become a kind of “psychological pills” from the virus of loneliness and hopeless sadness. A medicine that can be useful to many ...

Maybe these verses will help you now? Read! And God grant the author of these amazing lines of spiritual strength and physical health.

Bliss of Inna Bronstein

What a blessing to wake up and know
That you don't have to run to work.
And the coming day is very good,
And if you are sick, it means you are alive.
And old age is not a bad time at all.
Long live the time of freedom! Hooray!

***
What a blessing in old age
Go to the toilet with your feet.
And then on the way back
And quickly dive under the covers.
And wake up in the morning, wake up and get up
And walk, talk and breathe again.

***
What bliss to come to the pharmacy
And there you can find health according to the recipe.
Bought blood pressure pills
Side effects in them: dystonia,
Heart attack and bronchitis, stomatitis, arrhythmia,
constipation, anorexia, leukopenia,
Pemphigus, lichen and other infection ...
I'll throw those pills away right away.
And I will immediately be saved from a dozen diseases.
Hypertension, of course, is more useful.

***
What a blessing to lie in bed
And read a good book at night.
You read familiar prose a hundred times,
And everything is new to you - thanks to sclerosis.

***
What bliss to rise from the asphalt
And know that your unprecedented somersault
Ended up not in a wheelchair
But just a fright and a little shake.
Now you will agree with me, friends,
Still, I'm very lucky.

***
What bliss to walk around the market
And buy a new sweater one day.
New thing - a molecule of mini-bliss
In the stream of natural imperfection.
And different joys will meet more often ...
Don't laugh at grandma in a shiny sweater.

***
What a blessing to walk through the forest,
With that popsicle in chocolate lick.
After all, after breakfast, I'm on a diet for an hour,
And I deserve these joys.
Walking, I'll burn out the calories,
Which means I'll be back for lunch.

***
What bliss, at the sight of advertising
Think how much rubbish there is
Which I don't need at all.
I am quite satisfied with what I have.
And how much do I save, guys,
without buying "Sorti" and pads!
But only a reasonable question arises:
Where are the millions saved?

***
What a blessing! I know in my old age
That I will not lose all my beauty.
You can't lose what you didn't have.
Beauty is worse. But that is their business.
For them, this fitness, diet, braces.
I feel sorry for them. Well then! Hold on, poor things!

***
What a blessing, you know it yourself
When you lay down and already fall asleep.
And you will sleep peacefully until the morning.
No insomnia! I fall asleep ... Hooray!

***
What bliss when in January
Epiphany frost and snowstorm in the yard,
And in the house we have a good and warm
And I'm not on the street - I'm lucky!

***
What a blessing to stand under the shower
Wash and become clean again,
And to know that I did it myself.
How good I am! Don't go crazy...

***
What bliss: the hand hurts,
And, most importantly, the left one is a sweet deal!
What if the right hand ached?
Let's note that in life I'm lucky so far.
And even when fate gets it,
To still be blessed, there is a reason.

***
What a blessing - remember it -
When nothing hurts you
But only, starting to moan in pain,
You can understand such bliss.
You know, if you need a reason for joy,
That tomorrow everything will be much worse.

***
What bliss at the end of the journey
In the evening, staggering, crawl home
And sit down and close your eyes with pleasure,
And this bliss to drink to the drop.
And there already legs, groaning, stretch,
But to wake up tomorrow - and go!
So all pedestrians are blissful, sort of.
And where do drivers find joy?

***
What bliss to crawl from the bazaar
And in the bag a funky banana to carry.
No wonder doctors everywhere say
That the banana raises our mood.
How happy monkeys live in the jungle!
And all because they eat bananas.
But monkeys do not live alone,
And bask in the warm embrace of relatives.
Unlike them, I am always alone,
And even today - in an embrace with a banana.
Bliss? Which? Think brothers!
And the lines came up to laugh.

***
What bliss fate has given me -
I forgot my bag and then found it!
I forgot her on the noisy street
And further in the tram I go thoughtlessly.
Enough, returned and - a miracle happens -
The girl returns my bag to me!
Today I found not only the loss -
I have regained faith in people!
For a thousand good - one bastard.
You can live, and I lived to gray hair.
I throw happy glances at the bag,
And I don’t need other blessings today.
And if I hadn't lost my purse,
Why would I be blissful?

***
What a blessing! In a car near the house
I sit down in front of my astonished friends.
And like a queen in the backseat
I sit in a delightful stupor.
And there ahead in a radiant halo
The back of the head is cute with a golden tail.
Bliss like this will not experience
Only the one who habitually drives around in a car.

***
What a blessing to have a ticket
And sit quietly with him in the clinic.
And the disabled, the sick are walking by,
Old women, as well as other sufferers,
And I, among others, still - oh-hoo!
As long as I don't have any pain.
And if it hurts, then just a little.
I just made my way to the doctor.

***
What a blessing to hear the call
And in the receiver such a beloved voice,
Male or female, or maybe girlish,
That everything is fine, but the bell is a custom.
What a blessing to know and answer!
I don't need another happiness in the world.
Wizard Bell's invention,
Oh, my phone - you're a great deal!

***
What bliss in the soul and in nature,
When nothing happens to us
But in order to taste such bliss,
You have to somehow survive until old age.
And then forget that I was waiting for a change
And crawl gradually without incident.
And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!

***
Share hopeless, my bitter,
No one needs me, I live.
Death has been delayed, which means we must live
And to find different “bliss” in life.
I just don't want to torment my friends with tears.
With stupid "bliss" is still more fun

Last week, the BSU publishing house published a book of poems by Inna Bronstein "Bliss". This is her first professional edition.

This year, Inna Yakovlevna turned 80. She is a history teacher with
Fifty years of experience, the history that she studied according to her own destiny. Inna Yakovlevna's father, writer Yakov Bronstein, was shot on October 29, 1937 in the basement of an American prison in Minsk, along with 22 other Belarusian writers. Inna Yakovlevna's mother, Maria Minkina, served 8 years in ALZHIR in the same barracks with Bulat Okudzhava's mother. (ALZHIR - Akmola camp for wives of traitors to the Motherland)

Inna graduated from the Kharkov Pedagogical Institute in 1954. She was offered graduate school, but she, who adored the actress Maretskaya and the film "Rural Teacher", abandoned her academic career and went to work in a rural school. And still considers this time the best in his life.

She lost her son and husband. Left all alone. In order not to go crazy, she composed short poems for herself, most of which began with the words “what bliss!”. In fact, she invented a new genre. It turned out that these Beatitudes, in which a deep content is hidden behind an impeccable humorous form, help to live not only for her, but also for many others. The poems instantly spread around the world thanks to the Internet and won the hearts of readers in different countries: in Belarus and Russia, in Israel and America, in Australia and Germany ... We hope that her Beatitudes will make your life happier.

Some of the Beatitudes have already become popular. The best of them, these little masterpieces, I want to show you right now:

What a blessing to lie in bed
And read a good book at night.
You read familiar prose a hundred times,
And everything is new to you, thanks to sclerosis.

Do not surf the Internet with your own hands,
And quietly look for your man
In ancient volumes of the last century.

What bliss: the hand hurts,
And, most importantly, the left one is a sweet deal!
What if the right hand ached?
Let's note that in life I'm lucky so far.

And even when fate gets it,
To still be blessed, there is a reason.

What a blessing! I know in my old age
That I will not lose all my beauty.
You can't lose what you didn't have.
Beauty is worse. But that is their business.

For them, this fitness, diet, braces.
I feel sorry for them. Well then! Hold on, poor things!

What bliss to walk around the market
And buy a new sweater one day.
New thing - a molecule of mini-bliss
In the stream of natural imperfection.

And different joys will meet more often ...
Don't laugh at grandma in a shiny sweater.

What a blessing, you know it yourself
When you lay down and already fall asleep.
And you will sleep peacefully until the morning.
No insomnia! I fall asleep ... Hooray!

What a blessing in old age
Go to the toilet with your feet.
And then on the way back
And quickly dive under the covers.

And wake up in the morning, wake up and get up
And walk, talk and breathe again.

IA writes other verses:

first dandelion

Only the sun warmed
And the leaves turned green
yellow-eyed dandelion
From the grass rushed immediately.

"Look, I've arrived!
Everything in the world is good!”.
And tomorrow, early in the morning,
The whole field turned yellow.

It raises brothers
the first dandelion of May.
Well, what a good fellow
this little guy!

Kholodov was not afraid
To the people cheerfully broke through,
To say in the radiance of light:
"Summer is coming soon!"

Farewell, dandelion!

My dandelion is old and gray
He was given a few years
More precisely, just one
But the heart is full of joy.

After all, he is at the end of a short life
Fluff in the future sprinkles.
How wisely the white light is created:
Life is infinite, there is no death!

One flower was not immortal -
The fluff flew into the sky.

summer sky

So I would sit
Leaning slightly,
That's how it would look
I'm on the clouds.

And they would turn white
Floated over me.
Maybe, in fact,
My son is there.

... The book was published at the expense of friends, 56 pages, the first edition is 12,000 Belarusian rubles, the printed edition is 20,000.

If someone's financial condition is stable, he can buy it more expensive 8). The proceeds will be used to publish a book of poems by Yasha Bunimovich, a good poet and son of Inna Yakovlevna.

March 6 at 15.00 in Minsk HESED at the address. V. Khoruzhey, 28,
there will be a meeting with Inna Bronstein with the signing of autographs 8) What she herself does not yet suspect. 8)

With the inexorably coming spring, dear comrades 8)!

“I am from a different era,” Inna Bronshtein, a Minsk resident, who is already well over 80 years old, says about herself, and continues: “Here is an old Inna in front of you. It is a historical ruin. It is not a cultural heritage, therefore it is not protected by law.” But, of course, she is lying. This amazing woman, in whose room a portrait of Che Guevara hangs, has experienced more than one tragedy in her life, but has not lost her optimism.

Her family lived in Minsk. Inna Bronstein's father was a professor, a well-known literary critic, a corresponding member of the Academy of Sciences of the BSSR and the Union of Writers of the USSR. Mom is a methodologist and teacher. Inna's childhood ended in the terrible 1937. When she was 5 years old, her parents were arrested, and she and her brother ended up in an orphanage. She never saw her father again, and her mother left the camps after 10 years and took her daughter.

She became a history teacher, got married, gave birth to a talented son. He graduated from the Radio Engineering Institute and GITIS in Moscow and stayed there. Wrote poetry. When he arrived, the parents were perfectly happy. Somehow arrived, arrived late. Inna looked to him - asleep, and went to work. And it turns out he died in his sleep. The cause of death is cardiac arrest. He was 32 years old. Inna's husband died two years later.

Inna said: I am alone, my heart is in despair. I realized that I can’t live like this and I need to look for some kind of consolation. If in the eyes of others you look like an optimist, the mask gradually grows, you change. There is no other choice if you want to live. So the verses themselves appeared in my head".

There were so many poems that friends helped Inna Bronstein to publish a book - "Bliss. Morning of a certain kaker." We publish some pills from this book.

***
What bliss to come to the pharmacy
And there you can find health according to the recipe.
Bought blood pressure pills
Side effects in them: dystonia,
Heart attack and bronchitis, stomatitis, arrhythmia,
constipation, anorexia, leukopenia,
Pemphigus, lichen and other infection ...
I'll throw those pills away right away.
And I will immediately be saved from a dozen diseases.
Hypertension, of course, is more useful.

***
What bliss to walk around the market
And buy a new sweater one day.
New thing - a molecule of mini-bliss

And different joys will meet more often ...
Don't laugh at grandma in a shiny sweater.

What a blessing to wake up and know
That you don't have to run to work.
And the coming day is very good,
And if you are sick, it means you are alive.
And old age is not a bad time at all.

What a blessing in old age
Go to the toilet with your feet.
And then on the way back
And quickly dive under the covers.
And wake up in the morning, wake up and get up.
And walk, talk and breathe again.

What a blessing! I know in my old age
That I will not lose all my beauty.
You can't lose what you didn't have.
Beauty is worse. But that's their business.
For them, this fitness, diet, braces.
I feel sorry for them. Well then! Hold on, poor things!

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When nothing hurts!" border="0" vspace="5">!}

What bliss - remember it -
When nothing hurts!

What bliss - remember it -
When nothing hurts you
But only, starting to moan in pain,
You can understand such bliss.
You know, if you need a reason for joy,
That things will be much worse tomorrow.

What bliss to crawl from the bazaar
And in the bag a funky banana to carry.
No wonder doctors everywhere say
That the banana raises our mood.
How happy monkeys live in the jungle!
And all because they eat bananas.
But monkeys do not live alone,
And bask in the warm embrace of relatives.
Unlike them, I am always alone,
And even today - in an embrace with a banana.
Bliss? Which? Think brothers!
And the lines came up to laugh.

What a blessing to hear the call
And in the receiver such a beloved voice,
Male or female, or maybe girlish,
That everything is fine, but the bell is a custom.
What bliss - to know and answer!
I don't need another happiness in the world.
Wizard Bell's Invention,
Oh my phone, you are a great deal!

What bliss when in January
Epiphany frost and snowstorm in the yard,
And in our house it is good and warm,
And I'm not on the street - I'm lucky!

And how much do I save, guys,
without buying "Sorti" and pads!
But only a reasonable question arises:
Where are the millions saved?

What bliss: the hand hurts,
And, most importantly, the left one is a sweet deal!
What if the right hand ached?
Note that in life - I'm lucky so far ...
And even when fate gets it,
To still be blissful - there is a reason ...

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What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!" border="0" vspace="5">!}

And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!

What bliss in the soul and in nature,
When nothing happens to us
But in order to taste such bliss,
You have to somehow survive until old age.
And then forget that I was waiting for a change,
And crawl gradually without incident.
And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!

bliss

Inna Yakovlevna Bronstein

What a blessing to wake up and know
That you don't have to run to work.
And the coming day is very good,
And if you are sick, it means you are alive.
And old age is not a bad time at all.
Long live the time of freedom! Hooray!

What a blessing in old age
Go to the toilet with your feet.
And then - on the way back
And quickly dive under the covers.
And wake up in the morning, wake up and get up
And walk, talk and breathe again.

What bliss to walk around the market
And buy a new sweater one day.
New thing - a molecule of mini bliss
In the stream of natural imperfection.
And different joys will meet more often ...
Don't laugh at grandma in a shiny sweater.

What a blessing to lie in bed
And read a good book at night.
You read familiar prose a hundred times,
And everything is new to you - thanks to sclerosis.

What a blessing to walk through the forest,
Besides, popsicle in chocolate lick.
After all, after breakfast, I'm on a diet for an hour,
And I deserve these joys.
Walking, I'll burn out the calories,
Which means I'll be back for lunch.

What bliss to rise from the asphalt
And know that your unprecedented somersault
Ended up not in a wheelchair
But just a fright and a little shake.
Now you will agree with me, friends,
Which, after all, I am very lucky.

What a blessing, you know it yourself
When you lay down and already fall asleep ...
And you will sleep peacefully until the morning
No insomnia! I fall asleep ... Hooray!

What bliss when in January
Epiphany frost and snowstorm in the yard,
And in the house we have a good and warm
And I'm not on the street - I'm lucky!

What a blessing to stand under the shower
Wash and become clean again,
And to know that I did it myself.
How good I am! Don't go crazy...

What bliss: the hand hurts,
And, most importantly, the left one is a sweet deal!
What if the right hand ached?
Let's note that in life I'm lucky so far.
And even when fate gets it,
To still be blessed, there is a reason.

What bliss - remember it -
When nothing hurts you
But only, starting to moan in pain,
You can understand such bliss.
But know, (if you need a reason for joy),
That tomorrow everything will be much worse.

What bliss at the end of the journey
In the evening, staggering, crawl home
And sit down and close your eyes with pleasure,
And this bliss to drink to the drop.
And there already legs, groaning, stretch,
But to wake up tomorrow - and go!
So all pedestrians are blissful, sort of.
And where do drivers find joy?

What bliss to come to the pharmacy
And there you can find health according to the recipe.
Bought blood pressure pills
Side effects in them: dystonia,
Heart attack and bronchitis, stomatitis, arrhythmia,
constipation, anorexia, leukopenia,
Pemphigus, lichen and other infection ...
I'll throw those pills away right away.
And I will immediately be saved from a dozen diseases.
Hypertension, of course, is more useful.

What bliss to crawl from the market,
And in the bag a funky banana to carry.
No wonder doctors everywhere say
That the banana raises our mood.
How happy monkeys live in the jungle!
And all because they eat bananas.
But monkeys do not live alone,
And bask in the warm embrace of relatives.
Unlike them, I am always alone,
And even today - in an embrace with a banana.
Bliss? Which? Think brothers!
I came up with lines to laugh.

What bliss fate has given me
- I forgot my bag, and then I found it!
I forgot her on the noisy street,
And, further in the tram I go thoughtlessly.
Enough, returned and - a miracle happens -
The girl returns my bag to me!
Today I found not only a loss
I have regained faith in people!
For a thousand good - one bastard.
You can live, and I lived to gray hair.
I throw happy glances at the bag,
And I don’t need other blessings today.
And if I hadn't lost my purse,
Why would I be blissful?

What a blessing! In a car near the house
I sit down in front of my astonished friends.
And like a queen in the backseat
I sit in a delightful stupor.
And there ahead in a radiant halo
The back of the head is cute with a golden tail.
Bliss like this will not experience
Only the one who habitually drives around in a car.

What a blessing it is to have a ticket
And sit quietly with him in the clinic.
And the disabled, the sick are walking by,
Old women, as well as other sufferers,
And I, among others, still - oh-hoo!
As long as I don't have any pain.
And if it hurts, then just a little.
I just made my way to the doctor.

What bliss in the soul and in nature,
When nothing happens to us
But in order to taste such bliss,
You have to somehow survive until old age.
And then forget that I was waiting for a change
And, without incident, crawl gradually.
And everything is forgotten, and the mind fell asleep ...
What a blessing! Hooray! Guard!

Inna Bronstein.

Behind the glossy cover of the Beatitudes

Inna Yakovlevna graduated from the Kharkov Pedagogical Institute in 1954. She was offered graduate school, but she, who adored the actress Maretskaya and the film "Rural Teacher", abandoned her academic career and went to work in a rural school. And still considers this time the best in his life.

She lost her son and husband. Left all alone. In order not to go crazy, she composed short poems for herself, most of which began with the words “what bliss!”. In fact, she invented a new genre. It turned out that these Beatitudes, in which a deep content is hidden behind an impeccable humorous form, help to live not only for her, but also for many others. The poems instantly spread around the world thanks to the Internet and won the hearts of readers in different countries: in Belarus and Russia, in Israel and America, in Australia and Germany ...

In her room, on a bookshelf next to a photograph of her son Yasha, a drawing by Devi Tushinsky and a small album by Chagall, there is a bust of Yakov Bronstein, father of IYA, by the sculptor Zair Azg Hurrah. Azgur - People's Artist of the USSR, winner of two Stalin Prizes, was friends with the parents of Inna Yakovlevna (Azgur studied painting with Marc Chagall at the Vitebsk Artistic and Practical m institute).

So...
Once upon a time there was a happy family: father Yakov Bronstein, mother Maria Minkina and two children, five-year-old Inna and two-year-old Roma. Papa Yakov, a graduate of Moscow University, was a well-known literary critic in Belarus, a corresponding member of the Academy of Sciences of the BSSR, a professor, a member of the Writers' Union of the USSR, and a secretary of the Jewish section of the Union of Belarusian Writers. Mom Maria was a teacher, her books on preschool education are still used in kindergartens.

It seems that this photo was taken after the wedding, 1930, dad told mom: “Marunka, we will never part with you, unless it is required the consignment."

They were romantics, Yakov and his friend, the famous Jewish poet Izi Harik, who was considered a classic, his poems were then in all textbooks. By the way, Izi Harika's wife, Dina, also worked in a kindergarten and was friends with Inna's mother Maria, who often helped Dina in her work. Husbands worked almost around the clock. Here, in Minsk, by the 1930s one of the largest centers of Yiddish culture was formed. It is today that no one in the republic speaks or thinks Yiddish anymore, the language is on the verge of complete extinction, a great culture has practically perished ... And then the literary and cultural life was in full swing, it was the heyday of the young JewRussian poetry in the country, and they were at the epicenter of this life.

Izzy Harik. Photo from the Hesed Museum, Minsk.

... Yakov Bronstein was arrested on June 6, Izi Harik on September 11, 1937, the arrest warrant was signed by Tsanava with his own hand. Together with Izi Harik, more than 20 people, representatives of the Jewish creative intelligentsia, were arrested. All of them were accused of actions directed against the Soviet regime. The accusations for each were written as a carbon copy: “Undermining the state industry, transport, trade, money circulation, cooperation, committing terrorist acts, participation in an anti-Soviet organization, participation in a militant terrorist group that prepared and carried out the murder of S.M. Kirov, communication with German and Polish intelligence services, from which he received assignments of espionage, sabotage and terrorist nature, carried out active counter-revolutionary Trotskyist activities in the field of literature cheers and seals.
The verdict of the court, with rare exceptions, was the same for everyone - execution. On the night of October 28-29, the NKVD shot about a hundred figures of Belarusian culture, including 22 writers, including Izya Kharik and Yakov Bronstein. Total in Belarus in the 20-50s. 238 writers were arrested. Only about 20 of them returned get out of the camps.

Inna's mother Maria Minkina was sent to ALZHIR in 1937. If anyone thinks that this is a hot African resort country, he is mistaken. ALZHIR is the Akmola camp for the wives of traitors to the motherland. Inna's mother served 8 years in Algeria. Her neighbor in the barracks was Ashkhen Nalbandyan, Bulat Okudzhava's mother.

5-year-old Inna and her two-year-old brother Roman were sent to different orphanages. The NKVD officers came to the house and told the children: “Your dad asked me to take you to the cinema.” Grandfather stood in the corner, crying and silent. Inna remembers how the door was nailed crosswise with boards. Then a distributor, a long line of children, in front, far above the heads of the children, the white headscarves of women who registered and distributed children to orphanages. Inna tightly held her brother's hand, this is the only native person who remained with her, a five-year-old, grown-up girl. The aunts in headscarves said: “You are already big, where you will be, there are few toys, and your brother is small, and we will send him to where there are a lot of toys.” One aunt snatched her brother's hand, and Romain was carried away.

Mom managed to throw a note out of the window of a freight car, which contained the address of her sisters in Moscow and a request to inform them that she was alive and was being taken to the East. So relatives found out about what had happened and began to look for children - Roman and Inna. Yakov Minkin, my mother's brother, was a shock worker. He achieved a meeting with Kalinin, and he instructed to provide information about the fate of the children. Relatives found the children, Inna was taken away by Aunt Rakhil, her father's sister and her husband Uncle Mark. Roman was taken away by his mother's sisters. 17-year-old Lyubushka Kuntsevich studied at a medical school and worked as a housekeeper for the Bronsteins. When the children were taken to the orphanage, she was at the school. Returning home and seeing the boarded up door, she went to the NKVD to find out where the children were. The policeman simply told her: “Get out of here, otherwise you will be where the Bronsteins are.”

In 2012, Inna Yakovlevna turned 80.
Once she told her students: “I am a fossil who has survived everything that I talk about in class…”.