On October 22, 1870, a boy was born into the noble family of the Bunins, who was destined to become one of the great Russian writers. Speech, as you already understood, will be about Ivan Alekseevich Bunin ... And so interesting facts from the biography of Bunin:
At the age of 17, he began writing poetry and made his print debut. Two years later he moved to Oryol to work as a proofreader for the local newspaper Orlovsky Vestnik. The life of young Bunin is in full swing. He lives in a civil marriage with an employee of this newspaper Varvara Pashchenko, publishes the first collections of poems, gets to know Chekhov, Bryusov and other contemporary writers.
Bunin was twice (1903, 1909) awarded the Pushkin Prize. On November 1, 1909, he was elected an honorary academician of the St. Petersburg Academy of Sciences in the category of fine literature.
In 1898 Bunin married Anna Tsakni, the daughter of a revolutionary. The only child of the writer - his son Nikolai - died at the age of five from meningitis. The marriage broke up.
Bunin was strongly opposed to the Bolsheviks, so after the revolution he moved from Moscow to Odessa, occupied by Austrian troops. As the Red Army approached the city in April 1919, it did not emigrate, but remained in Odessa. He welcomed the capture of the city by the Volunteer Army in August 1919, personally thanked General A. I. Denikin, who arrived in Odessa on October 7. In February 1920, when the Red Army (Red Army) approached, he left for France.
In Paris, he actively lectured and collaborated with Russian political organizations. There he wrote the most famous works: "The Life of Arseniev", "Mitya's Love", "Sunstroke" and others.
In 1933, Bunin became the first Russian writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize. However, he disposed of this award irrationally: upon returning to France, Ivan Alekseevich arranged feasts, helped the emigrants with money, and then, on the advice of his well-wishers, invested the remaining money in some incomprehensible "win-win business" and was left without funds. Bunin has never been well-to-do or well-to-do at all; rather, on the contrary, he was often left penniless.
During the Second World War, Bunin refused any contacts with the Nazis - in 1939 he moved to Grasse (these are the Maritime Alps), where he spent virtually the entire war. The writer and his wife hid at least three Jews in their house.
1945 he and his family returned to Paris, although he often said that he wanted to return to his homeland, but despite the fact that after the war people like him were allowed to return by the USSR government, the writer never returned.
One of his favorite activities in his youth and until the end of his life was to determine the face and even the whole appearance of a person - by the legs, arms and the back of the head.
Bunin was fond of collecting. He collected pharmaceutical boxes and vials.
Ivan Alekseevich said that he has an unloved letter that he hates - this is the letter "f". And he confessed that he was almost named Philip. "
He was always in pretty good physical shape, was flexible: he rode well, often danced "solo" at parties, plunging all his friends into amazement.
He had rich facial expressions, acting talent. Stanislavsky even invited the writer to an art theater, suggesting the role of Hamlet.
Interestingly, there was a strict routine in Bunin's house. He was sick quite often, it happened that it was imaginary, however, everything was subject to his changeable moods.
Bunin kept a diary all his life. The most recent entry in the diary of Ivan Alekseevich Bunin dated 05/02/1953: “It's still amazing to tetanus! After a very short time I will be gone - and the deeds and destinies of everything, everything will be unknown to me! "
An interesting fact about Bunin: he was actually the first of the emigrant writers who began to be published in the USSR (they began to publish already in the 50s). But some works came out only after perestroika, for example: the diary "Cursed Days".
Despite his good health, the writer loved to be sick, at times during the blues he feigned ailments and forced others to take care of himself. This, in general, did not stop me from living a long and fruitful life. The writer-laureate died on November 8, 1953, at the age of 83.
Streets, parks, museums are named in memory of Ivan Bunin in Russia ... But it turns out that the writer is honored and not only in his historical homeland. In Paris, on rue Jacques Offenbach, at house number 1, where he lived during the years of emigration (1920-1953), a memorial plaque was installed.