today are wonderful people, this is the granddaughter, a classic of children's literature of lev abramovich kosiling began to take shape, how it was all arranged, this there was a whole industry, a publishing house, authors, artists, professions, how it all functioned, how powerful, diverse, strong it was, then in the twenties, thirties, forties, well, you are absolutely right that it was a powerful industry, with of its birth, the new state, first of all... a planned economy, yes, that is, you need to calculate how many children of such and such age, such and such, yes, how many books are needed for them, but still how did it work? read, well, not in every one, of course, but - here then collective farms, and then it was such a popular practice that writers came, writers came in groups, they worked with children, they read aloud, this is also a practice that appeared from the very beginning, all this smoothly will then move on to the holiday , which we want to talk about, this system was very well-coordinated and worked very clearly, and i believe that for the field of children's literature thes

literature, we are talking today with the granddaughter of the classical children's literature of lev abramovich kosilladimirovna kosil, as well as with the first deputy director of the russian state children's library, angela eduardovna lebedeva. you know, i started our conversation with the fact that in the spring it’s common to talk about children’s literature, because children’s book week is taking place. at that time, the director of ded-giza, a publishing house that subsequently published children's literature, lyudmila dubrovina, we tried to find relatives when we organized it. yes, but it’s great that the chronicle has been preserved, we can hear barto’s voice, lev’s voice abramych, we even have a short video, today we have a big day dedicated to the holiday of children's books, so we begin our meeting, our friendly conversation at a round table under the cuckoo clock, attention, attention, today at the nursery at 5 o'clock we received a hundred voices, fuur-fiur, fiu-fiu-fiu. chirp-chirp tow-bye-bye-bye the green branches rustled in the wind, the swing under the hundred-year-old oak was cheer