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Chernyaeva Tatyana Kirillovna(b. January 12, 1943, Essentuki) - journalist, TV presenter, artistic director of the ABVGDeyka program. Member of the Russian Television Academy since 2007. Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation. Winner of the professional recognition award “Best Pens of Russia”.

Biography

In the same year, she began working at Central Television as an assistant director.

T.K. Chernyaeva is a member of the Coordination Council of the Trade Union of Television Workers of Russia.

All my creative life On television, Tatyana Kirillovna deals with childhood problems and pedagogical issues. She is an active supporter of increasing the share of children's programs on broadcast networks. Russian TV channels and increasing public and private funding for Russian children's television projects.

Personal life

Tatyana loves to travel, cook, meet with spectators, drive a car; makes friends with classmates, fellow students, adults and children, with athletes and disabled people, as well as “smaller brothers.” She is a believing Christian.

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A week later, Pierre gave his wife power of attorney to manage all the Great Russian estates, which amounted to more than half of his fortune, and alone he left for St. Petersburg.

Two months have passed since news was received in Bald Mountains about Battle of Austerlitz and about the death of Prince Andrei, and despite all the letters through the embassy and all the searches, his body was not found, and he was not among the prisoners. The worst thing for his relatives was that there was still hope that he had been raised by the inhabitants on the battlefield, and perhaps was lying recovering or dying somewhere alone, among strangers, and unable to give news of himself. In the newspapers from which I first learned old prince about the Austerlitz defeat, it was written, as always, very briefly and vaguely, that the Russians, after brilliant battles, had to retreat and carried out the retreat in perfect order. The old prince understood from this official news that ours were defeated. A week after the newspaper brought news of the Battle of Austerlitz, a letter arrived from Kutuzov, who informed the prince of the fate that befell his son.
“Your son, in my eyes,” wrote Kutuzov, with a banner in his hands, in front of the regiment, fell as a hero worthy of his father and his fatherland. To my general regret and that of the entire army, it is still unknown whether he is alive or not. I flatter myself and you with hope that your son is alive, for otherwise he would have been named among the officers found on the battlefield, about whom the list was given to me through the envoys.”
Having received this news late in the evening, when he was alone. in his office, the old prince, as usual, went for his morning walk the next day; but he was silent with the clerk, the gardener and the architect, and, although he looked angry, he did not say anything to anyone.
When, at ordinary times, Princess Marya came to him, he stood at the machine and sharpened, but, as usual, did not look back at her.
- A! Princess Marya! - he suddenly said unnaturally and threw the chisel. (The wheel was still spinning from its swing. Princess Marya long remembered this fading creaking of the wheel, which for her merged with what followed.)
Princess Marya moved towards him, saw his face, and something suddenly sank within her. Her eyes stopped seeing clearly. She saw from her father’s face, not sad, not murdered, but angry and unnaturally working on himself, that a terrible misfortune hung over her and would crush her, the worst in her life, a misfortune she had not yet experienced, an irreparable, incomprehensible misfortune. , the death of someone you love.
- Mon pere! Andre? [Father! Andrei?] - Said the ungraceful, awkward princess with such an inexpressible charm of sadness and self-forgetfulness that her father could not stand her gaze and turned away, sobbing.
- Got the news. None among the prisoners, none among the killed. Kutuzov writes,” he shouted shrilly, as if wanting to drive the princess away with this cry, “he has been killed!”
The princess did not fall, she did not feel faint. She was already pale, but when she heard these words, her face changed, and something shone in her radiant, beautiful eyes. It was as if joy, the highest joy, independent of the sorrows and joys of this world, spread beyond the intense sadness that was in her. She forgot all her fear of her father, walked up to him, took his hand, pulled him towards her and hugged his dry, sinewy neck.
“Mon pere,” she said. “Don’t turn away from me, we’ll cry together.”
- Scoundrels, scoundrels! – the old man shouted, moving his face away from her. - Destroy the army, destroy the people! For what? Go, go, tell Lisa. “The princess sank helplessly into a chair next to her father and began to cry. She now saw her brother at that moment as he said goodbye to her and Lisa, with his gentle and at the same time arrogant look. She saw him at that moment, how he tenderly and mockingly put the icon on himself. “Did he believe? Did he repent of his unbelief? Is he there now? Is it there, in the abode of eternal peace and bliss?” she thought.

Chernyaeva Tatyana Kirillovna.

Chernyaeva Tatyana Kirillovna(b. January 12, 1943, Essentuki) - journalist, TV presenter, artistic director program "ABVGDeyka". Academy Member Russian television since 2007. Honored Cultural Worker Russian Federation. Winner of the professional recognition award “Best Pens of Russia”.

After graduating high school with a gold medal, in 1968 she entered the philological faculty of the North Ossetian Pedagogical Institute in the city of Ordzhonikidze. After completing the 3rd year, I transferred to Moscow State University named after M.V. Lomonosov at the Faculty of Journalism, from which she graduated in 1970, receiving the specialty “literary worker of radio and television.”

In the same year she began working at Central television as assistant director.

Having quickly made a career, in 1975 she became the TV presenter of the new children's program “ABVGDeyka”. Subsequently, she combined this work with the position of head of the editorial office of children's programs. He considers his program to be perhaps the only non-politicized program Soviet television. For most TV viewers, she is simply Tatyana Kirillovna from ABCGDeyka.

From 1997 to 1999 - host of the children's entertainment television game "Memorina" on the RTR television channel.

Since 2000, he has been the head of the creative workshop of programs for children and youth of the TV Center channel, producer of ABVGDeyki and the copyright holder of the brand of the same name.

Tatyana Chernyaeva - member of the Academy of Russian Television and member of the jury of the Russian national television award "TEFI" since 2007, Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation, "Excellence in Television", "Excellence in Education", laureate of the professional recognition award "Best Pens of Russia", artistic director of the program "ABVGDeyka", which is named " national treasure» public organization"Patrons of the Century."

T.K. Chernyaeva is a member of the Coordination Council of the Trade Union of Television Workers of Russia.

Throughout her creative life on television, Tatyana Kirillovna has been dealing with childhood problems and pedagogical issues. She is an active supporter of increasing the share of children's programs in the broadcast networks of Russian television channels and increasing public and private funding for Russian children's television projects.

Chernyaeva Tatyana Kirillovna(b. January 12, 1943, Essentuki) - journalist, TV presenter, artistic director of the ABVGDeyka program. Member of the Russian Television Academy since 2007. Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation. Winner of the professional recognition award “Best Pens of Russia”.

Biography

After graduating from high school with a gold medal, in 1968 she entered the philological faculty of the North Ossetian Pedagogical Institute in the city of Ordzhonikidze. After completing the 3rd year, she transferred to the Moscow State University named after M.V. Lomonosov to the Faculty of Journalism, from which she graduated in 1970, receiving the specialty “literary worker of radio and television.”

In the same year, she began working at Central Television as an assistant director.

Having quickly made a career, in 1975 she became the TV presenter of the new children's program “ABVGDeyka”. Subsequently, she combined this work with the position of head of the editorial office of children's programs. He considers his program to be perhaps the only non-politicized program on Soviet television. For most TV viewers, she is simply Tatyana Kirillovna from ABCGDeyka.

From 1997 to 1999 - host of the children's entertainment television game "Memorina" on the RTR television channel.

Since 2000, he has been the head of the creative workshop of programs for children and youth of the TV Center channel, producer of ABVGDeyki and the copyright holder of the brand of the same name.

Tatyana Chernyaeva - member of the Academy of Russian Television and member of the jury of the Russian national television award "TEFI" since 2007, Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation, "Excellence in Television", "Excellence in Education", laureate of the professional recognition award "Best Pens of Russia", artistic director of the program "ABVGDeyka", which is called a "national treasure" by the public organization "Patrons of the Century".

T.K. Chernyaeva is a member of the Coordination Council of the Trade Union of Television Workers of Russia.

Throughout her creative life on television, Tatyana Kirillovna has been dealing with childhood problems and pedagogical issues. She is an active supporter of increasing the share of children's programs in the broadcast networks of Russian television channels and increasing public and private funding for Russian children's television projects.

Personal life

• Husband - Igor Petrovich, engineer.
  • Son - Alexander, producer and director.
    • Grandson - Igor (born 1989), student at VGIK.
    • Granddaughter - Varvara.

Tatyana loves to travel, cook, meet with spectators, drive a car; makes friends with classmates, fellow students, adults and children, with athletes and disabled people, as well as “smaller brothers.” She is a believing Christian.

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Chernyaeva Tatyana Kirillovna(b. January 12, 1943, Essentuki) - journalist, TV presenter, artistic director of the ABVGDeyka program. Member of the Russian Television Academy since 2007. Honored Worker of Culture of the Russian Federation. Winner of the professional recognition award “Best Pens of Russia”.

Biography

In the same year, she began working at Central Television as an assistant director.

T.K. Chernyaeva is a member of the Coordination Council of the Trade Union of Television Workers of Russia.

Throughout her creative life on television, Tatyana Kirillovna has been dealing with childhood problems and pedagogical issues. She is an active supporter of increasing the share of children's programs in the broadcast networks of Russian television channels and increasing public and private funding for Russian children's television projects.

Personal life

Tatyana loves to travel, cook, meet with spectators, drive a car; makes friends with classmates, fellow students, adults and children, with athletes and disabled people, as well as “smaller brothers.” She is a believing Christian.

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These gods reminded me of kind characters from fairy tales, who were somewhat similar to our parents - they were kind and affectionate, but if necessary, they could severely punish us when we were too naughty. They were much closer to our soul than that incomprehensible, distant, and so terribly lost at human hands, God...
I ask believers not to be indignant when reading lines with my thoughts at that time. That was then, and I, as in everything else, was looking for my childhood truth in the same Faith. Therefore, I can only argue about this about my views and concepts that I have now, and which will be presented in this book much later. In the meantime, it was a time of “persistent search”, and it was not so easy for me...
“You’re a strange girl...” the sad stranger whispered thoughtfully.
- I'm not strange - I'm just alive. But I live among two worlds - the living and the dead... And I can see what many, unfortunately, do not see. That’s probably why no one believes me... But everything would be so much simpler if people listened and thought for at least a minute, even if they didn’t believe... But I think that if this happens when Someday, it certainly won’t happen today... And today I have to live with this...
“I’m so sorry, honey...” the man whispered. “And you know, there are a lot of people like me here.” There are thousands of them here... You would probably be interested in talking to them. There are even real heroes, not like me. There are many of them here...
I suddenly had a wild desire to help this sad, lonely man. True, I had absolutely no idea what I could do for him.
“Do you want us to create another world for you while you’re here?” Stella suddenly asked unexpectedly.
It was a great idea, and I felt a little ashamed that it hadn’t occurred to me first. Stella was a wonderful person, and somehow, she always found something nice that could bring joy to others.
– What kind of “other world”?.. – the man was surprised.
- But look... - and in his dark, gloomy cave a bright, joyful light suddenly shone!.. - How do you like this house?
Our “sad” friend’s eyes lit up happily. He looked around in confusion, not understanding what had happened here... And in his terrible, dark cave Now the sun was shining cheerfully and brightly, the lush greenery was fragrant, the singing of birds was ringing, and the amazing smells of blooming flowers were smelling... And in its farthest corner a stream was babbling cheerfully, splashing droplets of the purest, freshest, crystal water...
- Here you go! As you like? – Stella asked cheerfully.
The man, completely stunned by what he saw, did not utter a word, only looked at all this beauty with eyes widened in surprise, in which trembling drops of “happy” tears shone like pure diamonds...
“Lord, it’s been so long since I’ve seen the sun!” he whispered quietly. -Who are you, girl?
- Oh, I'm just a person. The same as you - dead. But here she is, you already know - alive. We walk here together sometimes. And we help if we can, of course.
It was clear that the baby was happy with the effect produced and was literally fidgeting with the desire to prolong it...
- Do you really like? Do you want it to stay that way?
The man just nodded, unable to utter a word.
I didn’t even try to imagine what happiness he must have experienced after the black horror in which he found himself every day for so long!..
“Thank you, honey...” the man whispered quietly. - Just tell me, how can this remain?..
- Oh, it's easy! Your world will only be here, in this cave, and no one will see it except you. And if you don’t leave here, he will stay with you forever. Well, I’ll come to you to check... My name is Stella.
- I don’t know what to say for this... I don’t deserve it. This is probably wrong... My name is Luminary. Yes, he hasn’t brought very much “light” so far, as you can see...
- Oh, nevermind, bring me some more! – it was clear that the little girl was very proud of what she had done and was bursting with pleasure.
“Thank you, dears...” The luminary sat with his proud head bowed, and suddenly began to cry completely childishly...
“Well, what about others who are the same?..” I whispered quietly in Stella’s ear. – There must be a lot of them, right? What to do with them? After all, it’s not fair to help one. And who gave us the right to judge which of them is worthy of such help?