it’s just that there are sorfan locks in the cage , goodbye, it’s time for me to stop looking, a drop of truth in the ocean of lies, i’m sorry, something that can’t be fixed is broken, i don’t believe you anymore, silently, let’s leave without hysterics, that’s it, i’m killing being a sleepyhead, spishin’.

yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, i was able to dream again , i was not in your networks, yesterday, i closed the doors, forgot how i loved, without strength, the memory grew cold, i burned bridges for everything , i forgave, the date was sweet, but it was empty, spoke so beautifully, just leave, i said everything, stand up.

for everything in agreement, i will remember your forgiveness, happy, but in different ways, we are already in weightlessness, at breakneck speed, driving away the insomnia of yesterday, insomnia.

good evening, my dears, my loved ones, my, me, we, we are so glad to see you all, there are so many of us, today, dear friends, there are 14,000 of us, i really want you to enjoy this day and this show. remembered in your heart forever, that’s all, the familiar walls remain. we

have nothing else to do, it’s hard to breathe the air saturated with our revelations, we didn’t do it like she did, these are unnecessary questions, why leave, quickly take our past with you, everything hours. look, time is running out, well, you, the heart is begging, party, forgives her, over there is burning, the horse of chuza is in the world, look, he is guilty. in

memory, tearing out the always sharp between us on the screen, i play myself back and forth. tomorrow will give new strength, let's turn the page of life, beautifully, with stars, the curtains are extinguished. the lights in space will shine again, then it will work out, when you want to distinguish freedom from loneliness, sincerity, maybe today everything will start to clear up, i’m not afraid,

that’s it, look, time is running out, muses, everyone... look at the time, beg your heart, i want, onya

picks up. i don’t want to cry after every song, my god, friends, the way you sing, it’s fantastic, and now i want you and i to unite in one impulse. in the dance, are you ready to dance, are you ready to dance? a new day will shed

its light on everything, i will notice what i didn’t want, but he’s really not here anymore, and he’s not looking for ours. meeting, i see a trace everywhere in the apartment, i can’t hold back my tears, but time heals, soon my silhouette will stand up on the wall and straighten its shoulders, i’ll ask for the endless, the strength to survive this night, loans, everything will pass as if it never happened. and we, we are just pulling money, why am i hanging around in the dark, why am i waiting for him to call again, if he has exhausted the limit of chances, we are just those,

love will guide you in the emptiness, let you go and get over the pain. ruling the fern, as his lips touched me, there is too much intrigue around us, everyday glass, my mind, soon a ray of hope asks damn it,

i will be happy without it, i ask, the endless sky, strength to live. with noya saimaa, everything will pass as if it never happened, but we are just stalling. why do i want in the dark, why do i wait for him to call again, if he the world has exhausted the chances, we are just holding out for a week, the love in us washes in the empty space, let your hearts ache, even the sun above me

will go blue, the evening will cool down in the rain, your body will get wet, let the memories spread like a shower on the asphalt, wash away the street today, so that tomorrow everything left without a trace, flew away with the summer wind, i don’t trust you anymore, my skin is cotton wool, break it too, cotton wool.

with a new dawn, yes, there is no turning back, if love is sweat, then let it not remain, half an eye to eye from the sky is already gone, if there is no more turning back, you will understand me. on my kozhen vada, for mine there is also water, god

, why do you need me later, if all this is not forever, and my skin bota, for mine too, bota, god, why do you need me, because you didn’t nastrita, his words, water, oh god, well why did he give it to me, as well as from... don't look, don't look back, his words are water, wretchedness, why did you give it to me, if you are tall, don't look, don't look back, on my skin, on my skin , why are you translating, all this is not so alive, also tova.

why do we need chinese christmas trees when we can make our own? i decided to create a factory so that all the elements of the christmas tree would be exactly made from domestic raw materials, we don’t just wind up the finished product, but we actually cast it and create this product, man... we have a small creative workshop, everything is very individual, we have developed a model that does not have a right and left leg, that is, you can use both ways. porcelain is a challenge for an artist, to do something that no one else does, because it’s

kind of not accepted. now borsk porcelain dust will turn into a toy. a unicorn doesn't work like that, i'll have to show you how is actually being done, our everything is premiering, tomorrow on the first, old barrel cognac, a product of the stellar group.

i so wanted to forget you and dissolve everything from my memory, it was too long a thread that connected our souls, you could have accidentally called, i hear again, whether it’s you, or it’s me, or it’s your fault, the wave is pushing the sea , flowers. and wallpaper, dancing with fire , your hands are hard to save us, i beg you to heaven, i forgive you all your sins, don’t call me anymore, don’t call me anymore, i close my eyes, the main thing i do is how many more times for you

repeat, don’t touch me anymore , just to...

know our forbidden paradise, it was for the two of us, the best so know, by the way, it’s my heart, hug me and don’t let me in, without a chance, you’ll definitely ask me to stay, give up , i'm sorry, this time the ending is so predictable. for us there are 10 minutes until dawn and look away, i won’t let you cry anymore when leaving you. let's make memories, no dramas, we will remember our forbidden paradise, it was

your best for us, just know, spiders in the stomach, she is my heart, hug me and don't let me go, we let's remember our forbidden paradise, it was the best for the two of us, so to speak. little beans, he is in my heart, listen to me!

i want there to always be a huge sun in your hearts that endlessly

warms you. i will quietly kiss you by the fire, slowly blow out the candle, it will again be full of expectations, behind the drops of ruby, i don’t want to dig into the calendar sheet, for midnight seconds, burning so brightly, it opens up all the parts in me, where the tenderness is it’s clear that no matter what happens, no matter how things turn out, you and i will not be divided. soon our sun will rise, bright color above the blocks, we begin a new flight, we

will become loved, soon our sun will rise, a bright grandfather above the clouds, we begin a new flight, we will become forever for love. we melt our dreams near the shore, time blurs other people’s traces, all my words are infinitely pure. and there was no other way, you can open my secret dreams, hold my hand from spring to spring, lift me beyond

the height limit, it seems that this means that no matter what happens, no matter what happens, but you and i are indivisible, soon our sun will rise . bright colors over cloud the days, starting a new flight, let's dock for our beloved camera, soon our sun will rise, with hot light, we begin a new flight, love, and now i want everyone to raise their hands together.

i had to catch my breath a little, you know what, after every song i immediately want to shout, welcome, meet my daughter, mia from khakov! lock me in my heart and say, go away, earth, oh, oh, e. the wind howls from the crest will not

groan, but it’s spring here, ask the clouds to give you white dreams. the night floats and we follow it into the world of tans of fire , dispel my melancholy. i'm restless

soul, oh, ask the clouds to give you white dreams, the night floats and we stand for it.

to give white dreams, the night floats and we... well, now you understand where mom is going, yes, but will you let me go now, it can’t be, well, has it happened?

everyone made it, but now miya dmitrievna will be the star of all social networks, she has a whole home block, but for now, let’s sing, or something, everything will pass, and for this is my dream, not one to suffer, you didn’t leave, united, ours, we see the world, which,

as for you people, is yours. i'm disarmed, you i really need you, i really need you, i need you, i need you, the legend is destroyed, i ’m disarmed, i really need you, i need you, i need you, disarmed. disarmed,

the heart is like fragile glass, please don’t worry, take care so that it doesn’t happen to us. from me, our orbits have connected, we see the world differently, what we pull in you like a magnet, this is no longer a secret, everything is no longer a secret, i am obligated, you can very much. i really need you, i need you, i need you, the veda is destroyed, i am discovered, i really need you, i need you, i need you, it is discovered, i really need you,

i need you, i need

you, i’m having dinner, it’s like the breath of all the winds gave me a new life, we were just silent without further ado, all night we soared with stuym and birds , i’m floating with the flow, eternity, your love has no stop, i’ll run. along the waves and i will rise to the heavens and your waves so reach the heights you are my world love ramma on yours although at my distance firiga public of the world children i found in you what i borrowed.

eternity we divide into two, i fly towards the wind, the ocean awaits there and its wave dissolves, you are my little world.

my grandfather is a legend, then it was called a traditional artist, wait, i thought he was a cook,

you said something about the olivier signature. opschi, hello, what a great fellow, thank you for not forgetting our family traditions. today there will be an original presentation. who is this? lyuba, my bride, who? lyuba, excuse me, where did you come to us from? cuba, brazil, madagascar, i’m from bibirevo, that is, she will have an apartment. “since childhood, i knew that there was nothing for me to catch in this family, i kind of should be angry with him, but i envy him, damn it, family life, some kind of fucking pawnshop, we need to start." to live, as we all need your apartment, turns on, listen , everything here is so twisted, even i remember everything i wrote, no, daddy, it was you who started this plot, olivier, the premiere, tomorrow on the first, announcement, i something that i changed, i decided

to leave it all to one single person, oh! bourbon starsman, a product of the steller group.

nyy vernyeból. i was surprised to kill you at that end of the alley, i stopped loving you, how beautiful you are, i changed, that’s how he

grew up, became even bolder, you approached like a hero, listening to black and white films, and the heart one hit so hard, no more, no more, no more beautiful than it was, it can’t be, don’t believe me anymore, be mean to me, forgive me for my answer, is it?

i’ll hide my lipstick and hide my eyes in dark ones. glasses, i’ll go where i don’t need to, i wouldn’t come back to my own hands, but it’s not easy, it’s unusual. it’s impossible to find words, i dance when i’m sad, look how i

can dance, i’m on the edge, but you ’re normal, and you don’t care about me on the edge, but the past won’t repeat itself, just don’t lead me astray, this is mine.

who, who was once taken away,

every show, every concert, i wish this and will continue to wish this for you, because this is the only way it should be, it should be like this, there should be no drama. are you ready,

it seems to me not, let's go, let's see, you'll walk until you're tired, until you're hoarse, i can't warm myself up with just my breath, until... bridges form by themselves and something hurts right in the heart, our ships have gone beyond the horizon, i will raise a white cloud above my head, just know that i am not your brother, everything is yes to me, god, it’s time.

let's run again in our footsteps, cutting through the cool wind, they didn’t divide the whole world in half, but you know that you and i are both looking, already behind the golizo, our ships, you know the kusmotka t-shirt.

deputy we are more, no more, time, because zhamma is more, no, even smaller. more,

more, more, and now jump with us all, yana tribunes, iago.

is it so, is it possible, is it really possible, this, this is the most fantastic, these are the most cosmic

sounds, for me your applause, thank you.

i want to remember how bravely you graze, how you dress, there in the dark, how you walk like a despair, without saying goodbye in silence, we finished writing, your novel about love, all that’s missing is a couple of words... sit, talk, i want to remember how you fall asleep, because you give me something unusual, dream about

how the soul wanders around the room naked, soon it will sound, that new day begins, without me it’s impossible ...wake me up, set me free , the performance is over, it will affect everything, you will finish a lot, no more, no, no, stop, music, lights. i’ll finish dancing everything,

i’ll be like you didn’t want, do to others what you couldn’t do. i will break the last tie between us, blinking at my eyes, covering my hand, i ask you, having been me, to bother me, myself, talk to me, death so yakun, i am death, you are in us.

yakutia is called the freezer chamber of siberia, and for local residents -30 is not a problem at all, -40 is just a slight chill, but about -50 they say, it’s okay, we’ll survive. and the temperature is low, that’s why our stopwatch freezes, the whistle freezes, and why don’t walruses freeze, look, we’re hardened guys, my uncle told me, he worked as a driver, that the bus was stopped inside the cabin, heated with wood, firewood, mom, and you wear high boots yourself, be sure to, cut everything off, everything is crooked, scythe, no big deal, terrible shame, that’s how he directs.

how many songs have not been written yet? tell me,

cuckoo, sing, should i live in the city or on the outskirts, lie like a stone, or burn like a star, star, my sun, look at me. my palm turned into a fist, if there is gunpowder, dainya, like that.

whoever follows the lonely trail, strong , courageous heads laid down in more battle, young but in a bright memory, sober with a firm hand in the land, i will wash the sun. not probably, my okay has turned into a vukula, if there are pores on the lights, that’s all,

where are you now, free will, with whom are you now, a gentle dawn, you are greeting your wish , freedom, it’s bad without you, your head, valor, patient undercurrent. my sun is in sight, mine was brought to you in the kulat, and behold, the story is on the fire,

i cry because we must slowly finish. and i don’t want this evening to end, because god, the preparation has been a long one in my life, here it is, finally, i photograph every moment, i remember every feeling, i keep it in my heart to keep forever, thank you very much. i love you very much, i just incredible, we love too, the only thing that can last indefinitely, and therefore forever,

is love, love, for absolutely everything, for ourselves, love for life, love. relatives , love for children, love for children , it is unconditional, and not our continuation, we can and must teach them to love, hug, warm, support, not offend, care, protect, protect, and we can only do this by our example , therefore: keep your soul pure and love, they will do the same as you,

heaven, mine inside, without... without you i am nowhere can’t be found, the sky is an eye, my boat , you will save forever, we are somewhere like two distant comets, flying at the speed of light, trying not to burn, again we make a circle like... which the stars light up around, we just have to want, in this mok, time has fallen, two souls have become one, don’t be afraid, just follow me, that’s it, the sky is cool, the sea is tutri, without

a den, nowhere to be found, the sky. the grief is deep, but bitter, the sky is over, so quickly, the fire is ignited by sparks, and already in the zone you will suddenly be drawn to me. you so quickly become my meaning, dreams of something pure, you shine for me in the dark, let time freeze again, we will find our way home, you lie down, you are just behind me, the sky is class, the sea

is tutri, without you it doesn’t work on me.

don’t hide your eyes from the sky, i hug everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, i hug my heart, i really, really want you to be happy, so that... you are healthy, so that you take care of yourself, take care

of your loved ones, take care my family, i really want and wish you that love will always live in your heart, i really want what we experienced today to remain... forever, i i remembered, i remembered everything, i love you very, very, very much, all of this, because i have you, thank you very much, and yes, i’m not saying goodbye to you, i’m saying, see you soon!

the brightest christmas in my life is probably almost every christmas, because... together with my parents i go to the village, in the morning we go sledding down the mountain, like in ancient russia, give gifts, congratulate each other, light fireworks and eat a lot, this is herring under a fur coat and baked chicken with potatoes, my the most favorite tatar dish is gubadya , this is such a pie, the most delicious dense dessert, after eating it, you will certainly be full for the whole day, dear... beloved country, i congratulate you on this bright holiday of christmas, i want to wish you all peace ,

kindness, comfort in the family, comfort in one’s native country. this is a podcast of witnesses from einstein and we are its leading film historians, natalya ryabchikova and stanislav dyadinsky. we talk about who made cult, classic, forgotten, and unknown soviet films and how. this a filmgoer's school, where we reveal the secrets of film archives and talk about why we need to watch soviet cinema now, how to better understand it and how to get even more pleasure from it. our podcast is already a year old, and all this year we... waited, we hoped that a very special

guest would come to us, a real witness of lezenshtein, and today he is finally with us in our studio, and this is andrei sergeevich konchalovsky, hello, we really wanted to talk to you, taking advantage of our official position and the opportunity, about your favorite films, here in your personal top, as we said today , the top ten, there is birdman, mrs. alexander, there is chaplin, there is 400 strokes. be shy about influences, they should exist , because influence is a tradition, it can be developed

, it is not epigonism, stravinsky also said that... he borrows mediocrely, he is a genius and steals, so you shouldn’t be afraid to steal, you shouldn’t be afraid to take, quote, here same threads, please, endless quotes, wonderful music, of course, this is our happiness that we had the opportunity to travel to starkovsky together in... watch kurasawa, fillini, these, these great, perhaps the last geniuses in cinema, in my opinion, you understand, the language of cinema, how it develops all over the world, reaches its culmination and

then begins to die, these big. directors of that time in the sixties , it was, firstly, a time when reading people went to the cinema, when you could stand in line for a monteneone film, for a monteneone film, now you know who will go see, stand in line, it depends on public, now, unfortunately, information so much that humanity reads less and less.

cinematography is interesting because, firstly , it is a captured moment, stop for a moment, you are wonderful, on the one hand, on the other hand, the hero who leaves the frame continues to exist, and you don’t have to show some things, but understand perfectly well, you know, you can be... in the next room to perceive the scene that is happening behind the wall in all its power, this is the magic of editing, life between frames too, life is important in any frame, even when nothing happens there, you know, this is a very interesting phenomenon , i’m sort of puzzled and intrigued, and i wanted

to ask about, excuse me, please, just ... with the opportunity, i wanted to show the audience one of your unrealized plans, here it looks like this so, this is the handwriting, this is the handwriting of andriyevich torkovsky, but this is your joint work with him, the script antarctica , a distant country, which was published in 63 in the form of a short excerpt in the newspaper moskovsky komsolog, there were two whole excerpts, but the film was never realized, as far as i understand, but maybe someday it will be implemented, who knows.

and different hypostases. the first hypostasis is a literary idea, and literary work in cinema is extremely difficult, because you have to understand, a high professional, he understands how this can be.

economically to the city center, here is gps, and without prescriptions you go to the vegetable gardens. until you come across the city center, you see, and when we wrote, we also studied with drama, practically studied, together with andrey we

seemed to sniff every corner, like young dogs, and they tried, like dogs run, just like that, it’s not like you run, so uh, searching for dramaturgy, which is interesting, i would n’t write it like that now, like the antarctic country, i would write something completely different, this, this is our first script, first, before you took on ivan’s childhood, the entire press wrote about antarctica, and andrei kopitsa was in antarctica, the son of peter leonidovich, jr., and antarctica. i was always there hiking on tractors, it’s simple about it, we were so fascinated by the idea, that’s what, let’s write, so when we wrote, we

in fact, to be honest, we tortured everything, we still didn’t really know the laws of dramaturgy , the thesis of andrei arsenievich torkovsky, it turns out like this, yes, this is a thesis that we did not carry out, because kozentsev. i was told that the script was bad, so that’s why, uh, ivanovskaya came about by chance too, absolutely, yeah, because the other director who was filming did something very poorly, the film was closed, half the money was left, they told him, here’s the picture , we must first do what, here is the story of ivanovo’s childhood, we knocked out the script in 2 weeks , i don’t even know, it was such ease, the ease of thought was incredible, and in itself

, in general, i think there was some degree of discovery of ivanovo’s childhood for the two of us with these dreams , with all the uh-huhs and so on, so andrey certainly blew up the cinema with his vision. of course, he was under the great influence of buñuel even then, deeply, of course, if the well is very deep, then even on... on the sunniest day you can see a star in it, which star , any kind, i see, mom, i see, yes, yes , there she is, ah

why is she, because for her it is now night, so she came out as if it were night, but is it now night, now is it day, for you it is day, for me it is day. and for her it’s night, and are you rewatching ivan’s childhood now or have you been rewatching it since the sixties? well, i can’t say that i’m reconsidering , so i’ll reconsider, but if by chance, then you’ll look, see how i remember here, and bonuel, buñuel, you’re reconsidering, turning to him today, no, i… i remember them all . and those paintings that taught me something, i remember very much

well, of course, some things need to be re-watched, such as, say, the road of the owl, the nights of kabiri, these are films that you watch like music.

very different and almost swore to the point of fists , swore to the point of fights, but that was later, at first we teamed up, and then began to diverge in a certain sense, but this is natural, because he started before me, he had a style by that time, when i was just sniffing more corners.

i think that andrei was walking in a certain direction, which was alien to me, yeah, he was sure of what to record i have time, but i...