Non-school chemistry, physics, biology: February scientific program in "Sirius" it is represented by three objects at once. For an in-depth study of each - the students have one week. This means that classes here are held in a completely adult way: intensively and as detailed as possible, where leading professors tell the children about the most important things in their scientific discipline and related items.
One of the program leaders Vadim Eremin, Doctor of Physical and Mathematical Sciences, Professor of the Faculty of Chemistry of Moscow State University, author of school and university textbooks in chemistry, member of the methodological commission All-Russian Olympiad in chemistry, head of the national team at the International Chemistry Olympiad, laureate of the Prize of the President of the Russian Federation in the field of education and the Lomonosov Prize for pedagogical activity.
In an interview with the teacher - about why he did not tell schoolchildren about the chemical picture of the world and how the work with the guys was built, about why Russia is traditionally one of the favorites for the International Olympiad and what specialties in chemistry will be most in demand in 5-10 years.
Vadim Vladimirovich, you are preparing schoolchildren for Chemistry Olympiads top level, lead the national team at the International Chemistry Olympiad. Tell us what place Russia occupies today in terms of the number of victories and how has the Chemistry Olympiad movement changed in recent years?
Russia is traditionally one of the favorites at the International Chemistry Olympiad. In the unofficial team standings, we, as a rule, are in the top five (we were also the first), individual results are also very high: in 2017 - absolute 1st place, in 2018 - absolute 2nd. All this is a consequence of the fundamental system of Chemistry Olympiads, which was established back in the Soviet Union, but has been preserved and is successfully developing in modern Russia. As for the world Olympiad movement, interest in it is also growing all over the world. Unfortunately, the International Olympiad itself is becoming more and more formalized, excessively, in my opinion, bureaucratized and less and less creative. But there's nothing to be done: at this level, chemistry turns into a big sport.
How is the preparation for the Chemistry Olympiad going? Is there any specific age of a student when it is already possible to understand whether a student will be successful in chemistry?
Preparation depends on the level of the Olympiad. For school olympiad good enough to master school curriculum, and something to read on top of it. But the higher the level, the more you have to work: solve problems (a lot or a lot), learn theory, work in the laboratory. As for age, most often interest in chemistry appears early, in the 8th, at the latest, in the 9th grade. Whether a child will win in the Olympiads or not is finally determined by the 10th grade, when they get acquainted with organic chemistry. At any age, abilities alone are not enough for victories: diligence and psychological stability must be added.
If we talk about the professions of the future, what, in your opinion, specialties related to the study of chemistry will be most in demand in the country in 5-10 years?
There are two eternal professions - a doctor and a teacher. Now, in the information age, a programmer (IT specialist) has been added to them. All three professions are related to chemistry. If we talk about purely chemical specialties, then at all times specialists in the field of chemical analysis, medical chemistry, and organic synthesis will be in demand.
In the science education program, each week is devoted to a specific discipline. The first week the guys studied chemistry in depth and intensively. Tell us what topics this week covered, how was the training structured?
The week is built traditionally. We combine theoretical and practical classes. Theoretical classes are held in the form of seminars, but, unlike the olympiad sessions, we pay more attention to theoretical issues and less to problem solving, i.e. these are lecture seminars, but with active participation children. We want to give them the right understanding critical issues chemistry. Of course, the level of education is adapted to the profile: with chemists we can afford to consider more difficult issues, with biologists the emphasis is slightly shifted towards biochemistry, and with physicists sometimes you have to start with the most basic concepts, because not all of them have a subject in school "chemistry".
But practical exercises are the same for everyone: inorganic chemistry is represented by qualitative reactions, and analytical chemistry- acid-base titration. Thus, we introduce children to the basics of qualitative and quantitative analysis.
- You conducted a seminar on physical chemistry. Tell us, what topics did you touch on, how did your seminars go?
I only dealt with chemical groups. First of all, he offered the students to choose a topic themselves. But nothing came of it: firstly, they were a little shy, and, secondly, they are interested in everything. So I chose the starting theme myself. It was inspired by a lecture by Professor Gladilin, in which he emphasized the role of covalent and non-valent interactions in biochemistry. We started with the chemical bond, examined its main types, formation mechanisms, and characteristics. This is a completely conceptual question, because all chemical transformations involve the formation and breaking chemical bonds. From the energy of bonds, they naturally switched to thermochemistry, because the ratio of the energies of the bonds formed and broken determines the heat of the reaction. Thermochemistry is a part of thermodynamics, therefore, after it, with great pleasure and mutual, I hope, interest, we considered the Second Law of Thermodynamics - one of the basic laws of nature - and its application in chemistry. As it should be in physical chemistry, they calculated something, at the same time learned mental arithmetic and estimates in order of magnitude.
At the end of the natural science program, will schoolchildren defend projects in chemistry? How many project teams are working on what topics? Who oversees them?
This is not entirely true. There are no chemistry projects in the usual sense of the word in this program. We have only one week and we have devoted it entirely to studying. However, a few schoolchildren (eight to be exact) perform extra time on practice-oriented tasks related to ceramics and the synthesis of crystalline glazes. The guys are supervised by my colleague, one of the shift leaders, Andrey Anatolyevich Drozdov. This is within the scope of his scientific and artistic interests.
In your courses, you always try not only to talk about the chemical picture of the world, but also to acquaint the children with its applied possibilities, revealing as widely as possible its role in the life of everything that surrounds us. Work with pupils of the February educational program did you build it in the same format? What was it?
You know not. I try to tell about the chemical picture of the world only to those people who are poorly familiar with chemistry and who have yet to be captivated by it. And on the February program there were already quite strong chemists who do not need to be campaigned for chemistry. I tried to show them the richness, diversity and inner beauty of our subject, and they already have a good idea of the applied role and significance of chemistry. In addition, I focused the attention of the guys on the need for a good knowledge of physics and mathematics. After all, physics studies general laws nature, which describe, among other things, chemical phenomena. And mathematics is a great tool for applying physical laws to chemistry.
Vadim Gennadyevich Eremin was born on January 10, 1941 in the village of Lutugino, Luhansk region, Ukraine.
The early years were spent in Orel. He served in the army for three years, where he began to write down his poems for the first time. Graduated from the Oryol Machine-Building Institute. He went in for sports: athletics, skiing, was a member of the regional team, was the champion of the Oryol region in athletics. After graduation, he worked as an engineer at the Oryol plant "Tekmash", from 1973 to 2009 he taught at the Engineering Institute ( technical university), defended his thesis for the competition degree candidate technical sciences. For many years he was engaged in artistic design, the author of 115 scientific and methodological publications, 19 textbooks, monographs and teaching aids.
V.G. Eremin - honorary worker higher vocational education RF.
Eremin Vadim Gennadievich is the author of sixteen books of poems, seven of which are addressed to children. The works were published in many literary publications in Russia. Positive reviews of his work were published by such famous writers like V. Berestov and Yu. Kuznetsov. Member of the Writers' Union of Russia since 1985, laureate of the All-Russian literary prizes them. A.A. Feta, "Spring Waters", prizes of the Union of Writers of Russia "New Russian Book - 2005".
In 2013, the Library and Information Center in the Northern District of the city of Orel was named after V.G. Eremin.
Publications about him
- Radova, A. A library named after the poet Vadim Eremin appeared in Orel / A. Radova // Oryol city newspaper. - 2013. - N 31 (Aug. 16). - P. 12.
- Plakhova, V. “The war deprived us of our childhood” / V. Plakhova // Orlovsky Bulletin. - 2015. - N 13 (April 15). — P. 10.
- Zhadova, V. Both lines and things of the poet are alive / V. Zhadova // Orlovskaya Pravda. - 2014. - N 13 (January 31) - P. 6.
- Frolov, A. A new book by Vadim Eremin [About the book for children "Petya Kolya has outgrown"] / A. Frolov // Orlovskaya Pravda. - 2009. - 13 Feb. - p. 7.
- Eagle, I praise you! // Oryol city newspaper. - 2015. - N 29 (July 31.). - p. 4.
- Smogol, N. “My path pours and pours ...” / N. Smogol // Orlovsky Bulletin. - 2014. - N 15 (April 23). - P. 9.
- Savchenko, A. “You are always in the memory of friends ...” / A. Savchenko // Orlovskaya Pravda. - 2014. - N 58 (April 22). - P. 6.
- Nikashkina, I. Where does childhood go [On the friendship of the regional children's library. Prishvin with the poet V. Eremin] / I. Nikashkina // Orlovsky Komsomolets. - 2011. - No. 4 (January 20). - S. 15.
“He was gentle, pure and honest. No one responded so correctly and so timely. For every most inconspicuous publication of friends, his supportive call followed. The quiet voice was dear ... ”- this is how the writer and journalist Yuri Onoprienko recalls his friend, poet Vadim Eremin.
I know the true value
People coming to replace me.
Their aspirations and concerns
I got it myself a long time ago.
Giving them my cross
I'm holding on to the end
like Brest.
(Vadim Eremin)
January 10, 2015 Vadim Gennadyevich Eremin would have turned 75 years old. He was born at the very beginning of the Great patriotic war in the village of Lutugino, Luhansk region. The father died at the front, and the family moved to the city of Oryol. In 1953, the family moved again, now to Izmalkovo (now the Lipetsk region). WITH commendation Vadim Eremin graduated from the Izmalkovo seven-year school with a commendable diploma and in 1955 entered Orlovsky engineering college. After graduating from a technical school, he worked at the Tekmash plant, served in the army, and there he began to write down his poems for the first time. After serving in the army, he entered the Oryol Machine-Building Institute, and in 1965 he brought his poems to Vasily Mikhailovich Katanov in Orlovskaya Pravda. V.M. Katanov sent the novice poet to a literary association at the Orel Regional Writers' Organization.
The first poetic publication of Vadim Eremin took place in 1966 in the newspaper Orlovsky Komsomolets. Since 1973, he worked at the Oryol Technical University, defended his Ph.D. thesis. In 1983, the capital's publishing house Sovremennik published the first collection of poems by the poet, The Road to Spasskoye. In 1985, Vadim Eremin joined the Writers' Union of Russia. Vadim Eremin is the winner of three All-Russian Literary Prizes, the author of 16 books for children and adults, numerous publications in anthologies, anthologies, almanacs, collections, magazines. He is the author of 115 scientific and methodological publications, 19 textbooks, monographs and teaching aids. Of these, 9 came out in the capital's publishing houses.
Vadim Eremin wrote seven books for children: "Daddy got lost" (1988), "Hard day" (1987), "If I step off the porch" (1996), "I'm late today" (2001), "Once upon a time there was a cat" (1992), "A student walked out of school" (2005), "Petya Kolya outgrew" (2009), this is a genuine children's poet, a successor to the best traditions of Soviet children's literature. Vadim Eremin was a frequent visitor to the Oryol libraries. He passed away in 2009, but his books are still read, his poems are known by heart by both adults and children.
In August 2013, the library and information center of the Orel Central Library Library named after Vadim Gennadievich Eremin was opened, which presents a museum exposition dedicated to the life and work of Eremin: collections of the poet's works, copies of manuscripts and typewritten sheets, photo, audio and video materials from personal archives and archives of libraries and friends of the poet, his personal belongings.
January 13, 2016 at the Library and Information Center. V.G. Eremin took place literary evening dedicated to the 75th anniversary of the poet. Employees of the BIC them. V. G. Eremina together with young readers held a promotional action "Our fellow countryman Vadim Eremin" in the Northern District 
the city of Orel. On January 15, Vadim Gennadievich was remembered in the Oryol library named after. M. Gorky. Anniversary literary meeting “Here is our question: “Petya Kolya has outgrown?”, dedicated to the work of Vadim Eremin for children, was held on January 18 at the Regional Children's Library named after M. Prishvina. On January 22, the memorial evening “Vadim Eremin: a poet, a citizen, a person” was held at the Oryol Literary Museum of I.S. Turgenev. Poems by Vadim Eremin were read aloud by high school students high school No. 16 and students. Pupils of Irina Kirillovna Khrisanidi - soloists of the Semitsvetik vocal ensemble Ivan Morozov and Sonya Karpova - performed the songs "Kitten" and "A Chance in the Forest" to the verses of Vadim Eremin. And from the monitor screen, verses were sounded in the author's performance.
Relatives of Vadim Gennadievich, as well as friends and colleagues of the poet, as well as those who had the good fortune to consider themselves his student and just a reader, were present and spoke at the events: Natalya Nikolaevna Smogol - candidate of philological sciences, editor of Vadim Eremin's books; Lyubov Evgenievna Zhmakina - artist, illustrator of books by Vadim Gennadievich; Anton Yuryevich Bushunov, an employee of the I.S. Turgenev; Gennady Boltunov; Alexander Ivanovich Lysenko - director of the publishing house "Spring Waters"; poets Andrei Frolov, Vladimir Ermakov, Valentina Korneva, Elena Mashukova, Antonina Sytnikova and many others.
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Vadim EREMIN
(1941 — 2009)
* * *
At the end of the alley
White-white.
Like a swan
Raised the wing
And quietly dropped
Two feathers.
And someone came up with:
- Winter has come…
And someone said
It's out loud
And the swan slipped out of his hands.
LINEN
Afraid that the walls will shake
We lived in a corner of the yard.
Linen flew and flew,
Having occupied our yard since morning.
Afraid of the icy wind
It rolled like a curved log.
Our yard, shod and undressed,
Wandered under us.
Then mom found us
And pulled it out of the corner
Tore the linen from the sky
And, like a cloud, carried.
And it was too crowded in the house
Empty puffed sleeves
And we were waiting for the crack
Frosty heap in half.
Linen did not crack, lazy
Sliding down to the floor along the wall
And turned to us as a miracle
In shirts, t-shirts and pants.
D ABOUT MA
The snow is white today
And yesterday was blue.
Mom tells me: "Run away
To the well for water!”
I go out dressed fashionably,
Beard - frying pan,
I'm in a hurry to fill the buckets
Talking water.
I spill half
I make a halt three times.
And snowballs on my back
The one I kissed as a kid.
Mom looks: “Make a conclusion
And laugh at yourself...
The snow was white yesterday
Today is blue.
AFTER THE PERFORMANCE
Difficult songs are easy to sing
Easy - hard.
Sleeping ballerina in a hot leotard,
The hall is deserted.
Moved into a corner castle and meadow.
Exit soon.
The ballerina sleeps, left without servants
And without a prompter.
Gone to the medieval chair
From delusions.
Asleep like the secret of a sea knot
Dreamless.
Sleeping ballerina. On a child's forehead
Makeup cloud.
Sleeping like a midge in amber resin
Inexplicable.
MEETING
Like a bookmark from a thick volume
The door mechanically closing the entrance,
Remember, you left the house in the summer,
To get a close view of the bay.
This act did you no honor.
He turned out to be ordinary. But
For some reason you froze in place,
Like a diver before going down to the bottom.
A real mime was led past
As if they were carrying a precious catch,
Mime who plays without makeup
And it doesn't leave our minds.
He fell a little on his left leg,
Very sad looking into the void,
As if they were taking him to visit Van Gogh,
Again dying a mile away.
Mime practiced new gestures,
He simply forgot the old gestures.
The sun was hot and pounding on the tin,
As if nobody liked Van Gogh.
The road mercilessly sparkled,
Pushing away the slender shadow.
The mime before our eyes turned into a Van Gogh,
It was like looking into tomorrow.
Met in it passing summer
And the blue of the coming winter.
There will be a performance. But there will be no ticket.
He will no longer lend silence.
... You returned to the gray threshold,
I looked after him several times.
And, alas, they did not go to help,
As if he is your unlucky neighbor.
Having met once on an old poster
Its unique silhouette
You began to live smarter and quieter,
Like a Van Gogh authority.
Somehow out of a sense of civic duty
Put his name in the conversation.
Remember, you left home in the summer
And you won't come home until now.
GARDEN
Digging the garden again
Again, the earth is solid clay.
Father, come on, already takes
One of the sectors of Berlin.
From afar screams at the mother,
That a shovel is placed crooked.
Digging the garden again
Ready to work until sunset.
Erased palms burn
But it's a shame to whimper in front of a neighbor.
And brings each row closer
me to a well-deserved victory.
EVACUATION MEMORY
Again the snail torments me
Trouble creeping east.
Magnitogorsk sways in the distance,
Where is the boiling water.
At the junctions things tremble
And back into the doorway.
A prophetic voice sounds from the platforms,
Minting: "We pass ...".
Smokes after corn,
The younger brother does not sleep for five days.
Not a mother, but a future muse
Whine over a heap of losses.
BALLAD OF A HERO
The morning rose damp
Captives hiding the city.
Death has lost a Hero
Thought it was forever.
He crawled into the light along the trench
And finally crawled.
Young necks lifted
Burnt birches.
Sneak over your grave
Death Survivor Hero,
Rejoicing in the unhappy life
Less than the death of a second.
Somewhere strumming awards
The wind was typing steps.
Death cursed with annoyance,
Having perished at the Kursk Bulge.
RETURN
Andrey Platonov
There is a square in the center of Ishim.
There at eighteen o'clock
I groped my way
Hunched like a bolt
Grandma took me in
Sliding under the children's bench.
Silently sat at the table,
As if he came from the guests.
I slept, dead by peace.
Slept, exhausted.
Children in me, as in a bandit,
Staring until morning...
In the morning they whispered under the door,
It's like they're here to sing.
I got up, staggering awake,
Cursed someone else's bed.
Came out. blind. Reeled back.
Rooted into the spine of the wall.
So I came back one day
Since the Russian-German war.
* * *
A star floats in the white sky,
Adds gray hair to birches.
And as if the water is coming
You understand that you are not alone.
The gray distances are dissolving.
Sounds descend into a bottomless ravine.
You feel more acutely over the years
Hopeless cosmic fear.
Silence hides its secret
From the pages you forgot.
The star floats motionless.
Why don't you fall down?
SUNFLOWER
They turned his head
And he went home
By solar tin
The path is straight.
hobbled along the wall,
Leading under the canopy.
We didn't peel the seeds
Until he disappeared.
CHAIRMAN
The yard is trampled by crow's feet
An overheated motor kicks in.
All subordinates went out on the field,
And the autumn space opened up.
Dries breakfast, forgotten in the stash.
The pump is trembling like a drill.
Classmates stick out at the selmag,
Who have a light heart.
Hands lean heavily on the steering wheel.
The day is getting hot.
They make their way along the road to the regional center
Strings of collective farm rooks.
I do not like to ride on passing
Stop and call.
Still better at exactly ten
Leave by bus.
Still better discipline
It's better to wait anyway.
And passing rush past
So, you want to cry.
MOWER
Man in his prime
The meadow mowed measuredly.
Bypassing the funnels of nests,
Stretched out to his full height.
Upon arrival gentlemen
Wiping sweat slowly.
And when the work is done,
Turned out to be frail and thin.
TOWN
Grain flow.
Scary sedge.
Town
Against the background of grain flow.
Along the river,
Lost in the loam
Beat rolls
Old mother.
Turn.
Desert road.
moon ford
From stack to stack.
SHOOTING ROUND
Rota lost a machine gun,
The third time he combs the meadow.
Commander, blacker than a farmer,
It strains eyesight and hearing.
Behind us, confused and angry,
We study the area for the third time.
Machine gunner, hiding from the blasphemy,
Lost somewhere between us.
On the night shooting range the moon,
Like a believer floats.
A distant land sleeps soundly
Believes that there is a machine gun.
OLD WOMAN
Among the swamps of the Moscow region,
impassable in the spring,
The sinner Praskovya hovers
Not in reality and not in a dream.
For a long time there are no her comrades,
The shabby hut has been demolished.
A fine day has long been dim,
Like pre-dawn darkness.
For a long time he does not write and does not go
Weary family.
A couple of days left to eat
Or maybe three days.
Nature is stunted regrettably
He looks at his child.
Twilight is creeping in. Praskovya
It descends from heaven, groaning.
Vaska
The last of the very last
Only the ears stick out of the jacket,
Scurries in the yards as an intermediary
Between tall guys and girls.
Knows nothing short,
It will fit into any hole.
As the beast guards the gate
When accepted into the game.
A quarter indifferent to debauchery,
Now crying burns, then laughter.
Native country is premature,
Carefully pulls up.
AUTUMN ROMANCE
The wind drops the leaf
In dry feather grasses.
I am clean before you
Like a church on the Nerl.
Rus' has already mowed
Heavy bread.
I'm not going to judge
Where does fate lead?
For a long time finds a look
Signs of change.
Roads are not dusty
And they cannot be taken prisoner.
distant forests
Enter the hills.
Mean flight of the leaf
We are unable to understand.
BEFORE THE STORM
Blackened in the forest.
It got weird.
The forest seems decapitated.
Only forty
scribbling frantically
Into the darkness
irrelevant news.
Blackened in the forest
wondered,
Like an abandoned monastery.
Every rustle
pushed to the limit.
And goosebumps
FAITH
Chapel with an icon
There is an empty field.
Neither foot nor horse
They don't remember that.
Hurry past,
Don't look around
Leading the pilgrim
Not sight, but hearing.
Digging incessantly
In grave dust
Chapel like a sail
Looming in the distance.
Her copper fire
Trembling like a broadsword.
And the mortal believes:
– The chapel is a mirage…
The air oscillates
The kiot doubles.
Chapel like a staff
He curses his age.
She looks sharply
Like an old man to trouble.
But there is no horizon
Direct nowhere.
distant countries
Float sideways.
They have their own plans
The train of thought is different.
They are pilgrims
And you are a pilgrim.
They are repeatable
And you will repeat.
And only the chapel
Didn't get any clearer.
And the sky is sleepless
And forever over her.
1941
The woman arrived at the station
Fully loaded with luggage.
Carefully handed over the receipt,
And the window was empty.
Having buttoned forever a black dress,
The woman left the void.
And they carried a dejected silence
Railway bridges.
An unhealthy night has taken over the world,
Thousands of lights lurk.
Jumped receipt unnecessary
White magpie in front of her.
IN THE NOBLE NEST
A sharp whistle.
Shadow of the cornice.
Saw the front garden.
Lisa used to live here
Or maybe not lived.
In the last house, in the middle,
And maybe in another
They told about her fate
For a family pie.
The veranda burned like a lens,
A round dance of regrets.
Lisa used to live here.
Still lives on.
The world has turned on its axis
What
Nobody
And didn't notice
And you ask him again
Where does he go
Yesterday's wind
IN THE GLASS WIND
Life ends sadly
What will I take with me?
The belfry is swinging
In the glass wind
"Walrus" bathes in the hole,
It will also die soon.
Here doves shied away
Two lives ahead.
Smoke curls into a spring
Pulls a pipe into the sky.
A new age is dawning
On the Oka Hill.
"A friend in need is a friend indeed".
Where are they?
I don't have anywhere!
I stand alone over the cliff
Clinging to the wind stream.
And the wind carries on the water:
- A friend in need is a friend indeed.
VISION
Tiling of shabby backs
It flows around a gentle hill.
God and the Son have denied us,
Not accepting our dogmas and norms.
Leaving the horizon
We are not going back.
We'll never get lucky
Too heavy load taken.
There are no solid staffs in the hands,
Only hammers and sickles.
The path has been torn to dust
And around - not a single path.
* * *
Someday the dawn will come
And we are no longer in the world.
Bold us with a wave of life,
As they say, to another world.
They are at home. Gardens bloom.
Winds blow in every way.
The neighbors are slowly getting up
And they don't recognize us in the crowd.
There is a second or third life
In which the poet toils.
Her deaf interjections
Do not touch the white light.
Its ebb and flow
Secretly descend on the forehead.
Willows weep over this life.
Everything else is craft.
