ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Lev Moiseevich Kvitko was born in the village of Goloskovo, Podolsk province. The family was in poverty, hunger, poverty. All children in early age dispersed to work. Including from the age of 10, Lev began to work. He taught himself to read and write. Poetry began to compose even before he learned to write. Later he moved to Kyiv, where he began to publish. In 1921, on a ticket from the Kyiv publishing house, he went with a group of other Yiddish writers to Germany to study. In Berlin, Kvitko barely survived, but two of his collections of poems were published there. In search of work, he moved to Hamburg, where he began working as a worker in the port.
Returning to Ukraine, he continued to write poetry. On Ukrainian language he was translated by Pavlo Tychina, Maxim Rylsky, Vladimir Sosyura. In Russian, Kvitko's poems are known in translations by Akhmatova, Marshak, Chukovsky, Helemsky, Svetlov, Slutsky, Mikhalkov, Naydenova, Blaginina, Ushakov. These translations themselves became a phenomenon in Russian poetry. With the outbreak of the war, Kvitko was not taken into the active army due to age. He was called to Kuibyshev to work in the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee (JAC). It was a tragic accident, because Kvitko was far from politics. The JAC, which had collected colossal funds from wealthy American Jews for arming the Red Army, turned out to be unnecessary to Stalin after the war and was declared a reactionary Zionist body.
However, in 1946 Kvitko left the JAC and devoted himself entirely to poetic creativity. But his work in the JAC was remembered during his arrest. He was charged that in 1946 he had established a personal connection with the American resident Goldberg, whom he informed about the state of affairs in the Union of Soviet Writers. He was also accused of leaving in his youth to study in Germany in order to leave the USSR forever, and in the port in Hamburg he sent weapons for Chai Kang Shi under the guise of dishes. Arrested January 22, 1949. He spent 2.5 years in solitary confinement. At the trial, Kvitko was forced to admit his mistake in writing poetry in the Hebrew language Yiddish, and this was a brake on the path of Jewish assimilation. Say, he used the Yiddish language, which has outlived its time and which separates the Jews from the friendly family of the peoples of the USSR. And in general, Yiddish is a manifestation of bourgeois nationalism. After going through interrogations and torture, he was shot on August 12, 1952.
Soon Stalin died, and after his death the first group Soviet writers went on a trip to the USA. Among them was Boris Polevoy - the author of "The Tale of a Real Man", the future editor of the magazine "Youth". In America, the communist writer Howard Fast asked him: what happened to Lev Kvitko, with whom I became friends in Moscow and then corresponded? Why did he stop responding to emails? Evil rumors are spreading here. “Don't believe the rumors, Howard,” Polevoy said. - Lev Kvitko is alive and well. I live in the same area with him in the writer's house and saw him last week.”
Place of residence: Moscow, st. Maroseyka, 13, apt. 9.
Lev Kvitko!
How could I forget about him!
I remember from childhood: "Anna-Vanna, our squad wants to see piglets!"
Good, lovely poetry!
DANDELION
On the leg stands on the track
Fluffy silver ball.
He doesn't need sandals
Boots, colored clothes,
It's a bit of a pity though.
It shines with radiant light,
And I know for sure
That he is round and fluffy
Any tame animal.
Week after week goes by
And the rain will thunder into the drum.
Where and why did you fly
Dashing squadrons of seeds?
What routes attracted you?
After all, in a clearly measured time
You were left without parachutes -
The wind carried them further.
And summer returns again -
From the sun we hide in the shade.
And - woven from moonlight -
Dandelion sings: "Trip-trip!"
I didn’t know anything about the fate of the poet - I just now read on the Internet:
Lev Kvitko is the author of a number of Yiddish translations from Ukrainian, Belarusian and other languages. The poems of Kvitko himself were translated into Russian by A. Akhmatova, S. Marshak, S. Mikhalkov, E. Blaginina, M. Svetlov and others. The second part of the Sixth Symphony by Moses Weinberg was written to the text of L. Kvitko's poem "Violin" (translated by M. Svetlov).
I broke the box
Plywood chest -
Looks exactly like a violin
Barrel boxes.
I attached to a branch
Four hairs -
No one has yet seen
Such a bow.
glued, adjusted,
Worked all day...
Such a violin came out -
There is no such thing in the world!
In my hands obedient,
Playing and singing...
And the hen thought
And the grain does not bite.
Play, play, violin!
Tri-la, tri-la, tri-li!
Music sounds in the garden
Lost away.
And the sparrows chirp
They shout at each other:
"What a pleasure
From such music! "
Kitten lifted its head
The horses are galloping
Where is he from? Where is he from -
Unseen violinist?
Tri-la! The violin fell silent...
fourteen chickens,
Horses and sparrows
They thank me.
Didn't break, didn't stain
I carefully carry
little violin
I'll hide in the forest.
On a high tree,
Among the branches
Quietly slumbering music
In my violin.
1928
Translation by M. Svetlov
Here you can listen:
By the way, Weinberg wrote the music for the films "The Cranes Are Flying", "The Tiger Tamer", "Afonya" and - for the cartoon "Winnie the Pooh", so "Where Piglet and I are going is a big, big secret!" Winnie the Pooh sings to Weinberg's music!
1893, the village of Goloskovo, Khmelnitsky region, Ukraine - 8/12/1952, Moscow), Jewish poet. He wrote in Yiddish. He did not receive a formal education. Orphaned at the age of 10, he began to work, changed many professions. Kvitko was greatly influenced by his acquaintance with D. Bergelson (1915). He made his debut as a poet in 1917 with a newspaper publication; in the same year, the first collection of children's poems "Songs" ("Lidelekh", 1917) was published. From 1918 he lived in Kiev, published in the collections Eigns (Own, 1918, 1920), Baginen (At Dawn, 1919), the newspaper Kommunistishe Fon (Communist Banner). He entered the triad (along with P. Markish and D. Gofshtein) of the leading poets of the so-called Kyiv group. The poem "In the Red Storm" ("In Reutn Sturem", 1918) is the first work in Jewish literature about October revolution 1917. Symbolic imagery and biblical motifs in a number of poems from the collections Steps (Trit, 1919) and Lyrics. Spirit” (“Lyric. Geist”, 1921) testify to the contradictory perception of the era. In 1921 he left for Kovno, then to Berlin, where he published collections of poems "Green Grass" ("Green Thunderstorms", 1922) and "1919" (1923; about Jewish pogroms in Ukraine), published in foreign magazines "Milgroym", " Tsukunft", in the Soviet magazine "Shtrom". From 1923 he lived in Hamburg, in 1925 he returned to the USSR. In 1926-36 in Kharkov; worked in the magazine "Di roite welt" ("Red World"), in which he published stories about life in Hamburg, an autobiographical historical and revolutionary story "Lyam and Petrik" (1928-29; separate edition - 1930; Russian translation 1938, fully published in 1990) and satirical poems [included in the collection "Fight" ("Gerangl", 1929)], for which he was accused by the proletarians of "right deviation" and excluded from the editorial board. In 1931 he worked as a turner at the Kharkov Tractor Plant, published the collection "In the Tractor Shop" ("In Tractor Shop", 1931). The collection "The Attack on the Desert" ("Ongriff af vistes", 1932) reflects the impressions of the trip to the opening of Turksib.
In the mid-1930s, thanks to the support of K. I. Chukovsky, S. Ya. Marshak and A. L. Barto, he became one of the leading Jewish children's writers. The author of over 60 collections of children's poems, marked by the immediacy and freshness of the worldview, the brightness of the images, the richness of the language. Kvitko's children's poems were published in the USSR in millions of copies, they were translated by Marshak, M. A. Svetlov, S. V. Mikhalkov, E. A. Blaginina and others. "(" Junge Jorn ", 1928-1940, Russian translation 1968) about the events of 1918, which he considered his main work. He translated poems of Ukrainian poets I. Franko, P. Tychyna and others into Yiddish; together with D. Feldman published “An Anthology of Ukrainian Prose. 1921-1928" (1930). During the years of the Great Patriotic War He was a member of the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee (JAC). Published a collection of poems "Fire on enemies!" ("Fier af di sonim", 1941). Together with I. Nusinov and I. Katsnelson, he prepared the collection “Blood Calls for Revenge. Stories of victims of fascist atrocities in occupied Poland” (1941); poems 1941-46 were included in the collection Song of My Soul (Gezang fun mein gemit, 1947, Russian translation 1956). Arrested in the JAC case on January 22, 1949, shot. Rehabilitated posthumously (1954).
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Kvitko Lev (Leib) Moiseevich
(11.11.1890–1952)
Poet of a great soul...
Fascination with the outside world made him a children's writer; on behalf of a child, under the guise of a child, through the mouths of five-year-olds, six-year-olds, seven-year-olds, it was easier for him to express his love for life, his simple belief that life was created for boundless joy.
He was so friendly, ruddy and white-toothed that the children rejoiced even before he began to read poetry. And Lev Kvitko's poems are very similar to himself - they are just as bright. And what only they don’t have: horses and kitties, pipes, violins, beetles, butterflies, birds, animals and many, many different people- small and adults. And above all this shines the sun of love for everything that lives, breathes, moves, blooms.
The Jewish poet Lev, or Leib (in Yiddish - it is "lion"), Kvitko was born in the village of Goloskovo, in Ukraine, in a clay, whitewashed house on the very bank of the Southern Bug River. The exact date of birth is unknown - 1890 or 1893 (October 15 or November 11). wrote in his autobiography: "I was born in 1895."
The family was large, but unhappy: she was in poverty. Yes, my father was a jack of all trades: a carpenter, bookbinder, wood carver, but he was rarely at home, wandered around the villages - taught. All the brothers and sisters of little Leib died of tuberculosis, and the parents also died of the same disease. At the age of ten, the boy was left an orphan. like another famous writer, Maxim Gorky, his contemporary, he went to the "people" - he worked at the oil mill, at the tanner, at the house painter; he wandered around different cities, walked across Ukraine on foot, reached Kherson, Nikolaev, and Odessa on carts. The owners did not keep him for a long time: he was distracted.
And Grandma was waiting for Leib at home - main man his childhood and youth (again similarity with Gorky!). “My grandmother was an extraordinary woman in strength of spirit, in purity and honesty,” the poet recalled. “And her influence on me gave me stamina and perseverance in the fight against the difficult years of my childhood and youth.”
Leib never went to school. I saw it “only from the outside”, I mastered the letter - Jewish, and then Russian - on my own, however, at first I tried to read the Russian alphabet from right to left, as is customary in Jewish writing.
Leo had many friends, he was loved. According to numerous recollections, he was surprisingly endowed with himself: calm, friendly, smiling, never in a hurry, never complained that someone came to him or called at the wrong time - everything was done just right and by the way for him. Perhaps he was ingenuous.
From the age of 12, Leo "spoke poetry", but since he was still not very literate, he could not really write them down. Then, of course, he began to write them down.
Poems were most often obtained for young children. Kvitko showed them in the town of Uman, which is 60 miles from Goloskov, to local writers. The poems were successful, so he entered the circle of Jewish poets. There he met his future wife. A girl from a wealthy family, a pianist, she shocked those around her with her choice: a poor village boy with a notebook of poems. He dedicated poems to her, where he compared his beloved with a wonderful garden, tightly closed. He told her: “A wonderful flower is blooming in my heart, I beg you, do not tear it.” And she quietly brought him bottles of sunflower oil and bags of sugar. In 1917, the young people got married.
At the same time, Lev Kvitko published his first collection of poems. It was called "Lideleh" ("Songs"). This and all other books by Lev Kvitko were written in Yiddish.
The beginning of the 1920s in Ukraine was a hungry, difficult, anxious time. Kvitko has a wife and a little daughter, unpublished poems, a dream to get an education. They live now in Kyiv, now in Uman, and in 1921, at the suggestion of the publishing house, they move to Berlin. Kvitko does not buy into bourgeois temptations: he, "liberated by the revolution", true to himself and his country, joins the German Communist Party, conducts propaganda among the workers in the port of Hamburg. All this leads to the fact that in 1925, fleeing from arrest, he returns to the Soviet Union.
Living in Kharkov, Kvitko sent a book of his children's poems to Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky. Here is how the “children's classic” writes about this: “I did not know a single Hebrew letter. But, realizing that on the title page, at the top, the name of the author should be put and that, therefore, this patterned letter is TO, and these two sticks - IN, but this comma - AND, I began to bravely leaf through the entire book. The captions above the pictures gave me about a dozen more letters. This inspired me so much that I immediately set off to read the headings of individual verses in warehouses, and then the verses themselves!
Elegance, melodiousness, mastery of verse and the sunny, joyful world captured in them captivated Chukovsky. And, having discovered a new poet for himself, he announced his discovery to everyone involved in children's poetry, and convinced them that all the children of the Soviet Union should know Lev Kvitko's poems.
It sounded in 1933 at a conference in Kharkov. Since then, the books of Lev Kvitko began to appear in huge editions in Russian translations. It was translated with great love by the best Russian poets - M. Svetlov, S. Marshak, S. Mikhalkov, N. Naidenova, and most of all - E. Blaginina. They have preserved the sound and imagery, lyricism and humor of the wonderful poems of the poet of a great soul.
Lev Kvitko was a man with the soul of a child: the world of his poetry is surprisingly cozy and bright. In the poems “Kisonka”, “Pipes”, “Violin”, everyone has fun and loves each other: the cat dances with mice, the horse, kitten and chicken listen to music and thank the little musician. Some verses ("Swing", "Brook") are written as games. They can be rhymes, they are easy to shout out, dancing and jumping:
Brook - murmur,
Wand twirled -
Stop, stop!
(Blaginina)
For a child, everything in life is new and significant, hence his close attention to simple, everyday things and their bright, visible perception.
“Look - look,” the poet addresses the children and teaches them to see the richness of details and shades in everything:
Dandelion silver,
How wonderfully created it is:
Round-round and fluffy
Filled with warm sunshine.
(Blaginina)
Here is another observation in the garden (the poem "Pilot"): a heavy, horned beetle, "growling" like a motor, falls to the ground. Waking up, he tries to crawl onto a blade of grass - and falls again. Again and again he climbs a thin blade of grass, and the hero watches him with sympathetic excitement: “How is this fat man holding up? In the end, the beetle gets to the green tip and ... takes off.
So that's where the key to excitement,
So that's what the pilot was craving -
High place to start
To spread your wings in flight!
A child was watching the beetle, but the final lines belong, of course, to an adult Poet.
In poetry, Kvitko does not imitate children, does not entertain them, he is a lyricist, he feels like they are, and writes about this. So he learns that little badgers live in a hole, and he is surprised: “How can they grow underground and lead a boring life underground?” He sees small flies on a leaf - and again he is surprised: what are they doing - learning to walk? “Maybe they are looking for food?” So he opened the watch - and froze, delighted with the cloves and springs, admires them without breathing and, knowing that his mother does not order to touch them, he hurries to assure us: “I didn’t touch the watch - no, no! Didn't take them apart, didn't wipe them." I saw neighboring twin babies: well, wow, “such good kids! And how similar they are to each other! ”, And directly groans with delight:“ I adore these guys!
Like any child, he lives in a fairy tale. In this tale, the strawberry dreams of being eaten - otherwise, in three days it will dry up without any use; trees plead: "Children, tear ripe fruits!"; corn and sunflowers will not wait: “If only nimble hands would pick them off soon!” Everything rejoices at the sight of a person, it is good and joyful for everyone to serve him. And a man - a child - also joyfully enters this world, where they are still beautiful: a beetle and a kitty, a boy and the sun, a puddle and a rainbow.
In this world, the wonder of life is constantly being marveled at. “Where are you from, white as snow, unexpected, like a miracle?” - the poet addresses the flower. “Oh miracle! The frog is sitting on his arm…” he greets the swamp beauty, and she answers him with dignity: “Do you want to see how I sit quietly? Well, look. I'm looking too." The hero planted a seed, and from it grew ... a carrot! (The poem is called "Miracle"). Or chicory ("... I don't know whether to believe it or not...")! Or a watermelon (“What is it: a fairy tale, a song or a wonderful dream?”)! After all, this is really a miracle, it’s just that adults have already taken a closer look at these miracles, and Kvitko, like a child, continues to exclaim: “Oh, a blade of grass!”
ordeal for solar world the poet was at war with fascism - in 1945 L. Kvitko writes: “I will never be the same now!” How can one be the same after learning about concentration camps, about the murder of children, raised to the law? .. And yet, referring to little Mirela, who lost her family, childhood, and faith in people in the war, the poet tells her: “How the world was blackened in your eyes, poor thing!” Blackened because, in spite of everything, the world is not what it seems in the long days of war. The poet - a child - an adult, he knows that the world is beautiful, he feels it every minute.
she recalled how she and Kvitko walked in the Crimea, in the Koktebel mountains: “Kvitko suddenly stops and, prayerfully folding his palms and looking at us somehow enthusiastically and amazed, almost whispers: “Could there be anything more beautiful! - And after a pause: - No, I must certainly return to these places ... "
But on January 22, 1949, Lev Kvitko, like other members of the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee, was arrested on charges of "underground Zionist activity and cooperation with foreign intelligence services." At the trial, after three years of extracting evidence, none of the accused pleaded guilty either to treason, or to espionage, or to bourgeois nationalism. IN last word Kvitko said: “It seems to me that we switched roles with the investigators, because they are obliged to accuse with facts, and I, a poet, create creative works, but it turned out the other way around.”
In August 1952, "spies" and "traitors" were shot. (Lev Kvitko was rehabilitated posthumously.) In the book “The Life and Work of Lev Kvitko”, published in 1976, nothing is said about his death, and only by the tragic tone of the memories of friends one can guess that something terrible happened.
In the memoirs of Agnia Barto, one can read how Kvitko showed her small Christmas trees growing near the fence, and repeated with tenderness: “Look at them ... They survived!” Later, apparently after Kvitko's death, Barto visited Ilyich's Testament, where the poet's dacha was located, “passed by the familiar fence. These Christmas trees did not survive."
Christmas trees have survived in poetry, as music lives forever in a violin from a poem by Lev Kvitko, as a boy and the sun always meet in them every day. This is the only possible victory for the poet over the enemy.
Quiz "The poetic world of Lev Kvitko from" A "to" Z "
According to these passages, try to determine what is at stake and remember the names of Lev Kvitko's poems.
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What is it: a fairy tale, a song Or a wonderful dream? ... (Watermelon) heavyweight Born from a seed. "Watermelon" Wherever you look - lime, Sawdust, rubble, dirt. And then suddenly... birch) It came from somewhere. At the goat, between the logs, Made a living. How silvery and smooth How light is its trunk! "Birch" Runs among flowers and herbs Garden path, And, falling to the yellow sand, The cat is sneaking quietly. "Well, - I think anxiously, - There's something wrong here!" I look - two nimble ... ( sparrow) They dine in the garden. "Bold Sparrows" ... (Gander) got excited: Hey chickens now Time to have lunch One-w-w-w-wake up the door! He craned his neck Hissing like a snake... "Gander" ... (Daughter) carries water And rattles with a bucket ... What grows there... daughter), In your garden? "Daughter" Forest dark wall. In the green thicket - haze, Just... ( herringbone) one Moved away from the forest. It stands, open to all winds, Trembling quietly in the morning... "Herringbone" He is cheerful and happy From toe to top - He succeeded Run away from the frog. She didn't have time Grab by the sides And eat under the bush Golden... ( beetle). "Funny beetle" The berry ripened in the sun - The blush has become juicy. Through the shamrock every now and then She tries to look out. And the leaves gently move Above her green shields And they scare every poor woman: "Look, the mischief-makers will pluck!" "Strawberry" The tail said to the head: Well, judge for yourself You are always ahead I am always behind! With my beauty Should I drag myself in the tail? - And heard in response: You are beautiful, no doubt Well, try to lead I'll go behind. "Turkey" Here the children ran away: You rocked - it's time for us! - Head straight for the cloud! The city moved away Got off the ground... "Swing" What does it mean, I can't understand: Who is jumping On a soft meadow? O miracle! ...( Frog) Sits on the hand As if she On a swamp leaf. "Who is this?" It immediately became quiet. The snow lies like a blanket. Evening fell to the ground... And where to ... ( bear) disappeared? Anxiety is over Sleeping in his lair. "Bear in the Forest" I've got... ( knife) About the seven blades About the seven brilliant Sharp tongues. Another such There is no more in the world! He answers all questions Gives me an answer. "Knife" ... (Dandelion) silver, How wonderfully created it is: Round-round and fluffy Filled with warm sunshine. On your high leg Rising to the blue It grows on the path Both in the hollow and in the grass. "Dandelion" The dog only barks I, ... ( rooster), I sing. He performs at four And I'm on two. I stand on two, I walk all my life. And a man is running behind me in two. And the radio sings behind me. "Proud Rooster" ... (Brook) - hoverfly, Wand twirled - Stop, stop! Goat with hooves - Kick-kick! It would be nice to get drunk - Jump-jump! I dipped my muzzle - Slop-slop! "Brook" But someday a daring poet will say ABOUT... ( plum), which is not more beautiful; About gentle veins in her blue, About how she hid in the foliage; About the sweet pulp, about the smooth cheek, About the bone sleeping in the chilly chill... "Plum" He sank into the wood Like aspen crumbles noodles, Pricks a sonorous cleft, - A miracle is not ... ( axe)! About this, to tell the truth, I have been dreaming for a long time. "Axe" Sip, stretch! Hurry up wake up! The day has come a long time ago, It makes a knocking noise to your window. motley herd The sun is red And on the green Dries large "Morning" The moon rose high above the houses. Leml liked her: I would buy such a plate for my mother, Put it on the table by the window! Oh, the ball - ... ( flashlight), ... (Flashlight) - kubar, This is a good moon! "Flashlight Ball" I really wanted to be here Where cool days bloom Among the white birches Sprouts wait for the little ones - ... (chicory) seething, thick, real, With baked goat milk (Pancakes, kalabushki!), What in the morning and evening Cooked grandchildren grandmother! "Chicory" ... (watch) new I've got. Open the lid - Under the cover fuss: teeth and circles Like dots, nails, And stones like dots. And it all shines Shines, trembles, And only black One spring - On a negro She looks like. Live, black Swing, tremble fairy tale white circles Tell! "Watch" Why, aspen, are you making noise, Do you nod to everyone like a river reed? You bend, change your appearance, posture, Are you turning the leaves inside out? I'm making noise To hear me To be seen To be praised Among other trees distinguished! "Noise and Silence" It happened on a sunny day shining day: Look... ( power plant) The boy took us. We wanted to see Rather see How can electricity Give river water. "Power station" Michurinskaya ... ( apple tree) No need to wrap. She is undressed Frost is happy. Athletes are not afraid Blizzard howl. Like these winter ... ( apples) Fresh fragrance! "Winter Apples" |
Crossword "Legends of flowers"
In the highlighted cells: the poet, whose verses are similar to himself, are just as bright, and his nickname is “the lion-flower”.
Lev (Leib) Moiseevich Kvitko - Jewish (Yiddish) poet. Born in the town of Goloskov, Podolsk province (now the village of Goloskov, Khmelnitsky region of Ukraine), according to documents - November 11, 1890. He was orphaned at an early age, was brought up by his grandmother, studied in a cheder for some time, and was forced to work from childhood. He began writing poetry in 1902. The first publication - in May 1917 in the socialist newspaper "Dos fraye vort" (" free speech"). The first collection is "Lidelekh" ("Songs", Kyiv, 1917).
From the middle of 1921 he lived and published in Berlin, then in Hamburg, where he worked in the Soviet trade mission, published in both Soviet and Western periodicals. Here he joined the Communist Party, led communist agitation among the workers. In 1925, fearing arrest, he moved to the USSR. He published many books for children (17 books were published in 1928 alone). It is thanks to children's works that he gained fame.
For caustic satirical verses published in the magazine "Di roite welt" ("Red World"), he was accused of "right deviation" and expelled from the editorial office of the magazine. In 1931 he entered the Kharkov Tractor Plant as a worker. Then he continued his professional literary activity. Lev Kvitko considered the autobiographical novel in verse "Junge Yorn" ("Young Years"), on which he worked for thirteen years (1928-1941), to be his life's work. The first publication of the novel took place in Kaunas in 1941; the novel was published in Russian only in 1968.
Since 1936 he lived in Moscow. In 1939 he joined the CPSU (b).
During the war years, he was a member of the Presidium of the Jewish Anti-Fascist Committee (JAC) and the editorial board of the JAC newspaper "Einikait" ("Unity"), in 1947-1948 - the literary and artistic almanac "Motherland". In the spring of 1944, on the instructions of the JAC, he was sent to the Crimea.
Among the leading figures of the JAC, Lev Kvitko was arrested on January 23, 1949. On July 18, 1952, he was accused by the Military Collegium of the Supreme Court of the USSR of treason and sentenced to the highest measure of social protection. On August 12, 1952, he was shot. He was buried at the Donskoy cemetery in Moscow. He was posthumously rehabilitated by the VKVS of the USSR on November 22, 1955.
