acts in a way that is consonant with the themes of the poetry of vladimir vysotsky. we are starting the award ceremony and presenting to you the first laureate of the vysotsky prize for 2023. how long have we been dreaming only of white dreams, all other shades of snow, the famous athlete - olympic champion, now we know her as...

for honor and dignity. elena valerievna vyalbe is the laureate of the own track award for 2023. a memorable golden badge and diploma lauryat is rescued by a member of the jury for the “own track” award, olympic champion zubkov alexandrevich. the most important thing is for you. to remain as cheerful, purposeful, and of course, as many stars as possible on our sports field. we skiers already have nowhere to go; for us, a track is practically a ski track, and i am sure that we will try to continue to walk in this ski track with dignity. thank you all very much.

today you can’t hear the singing of hearts, it’s for the alley and gazebos, i’m falling with my chest, grabbing the lead. i finally had time to think, this time i won’t come back, i’m leaving, another one will come, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time to look back, sons, and sons go into battle , someone will decide after us, even if there’s a flood, i’ll step into the abyss, for... and for this i

left my trench so that there wouldn’t be there’s no flood at all, now my eyes will close, i’ll hug the earth tightly, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time to look back, sons, and sons are leaving for battle, who will take over? who will go on the attack, who will go to the treasured bridge, and i wanted, let it be that one over there, and where are you, everything is not your height, i manage to smile, i saw who would come for me, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time, we didn’t have time, i’ll look back. and the sons go into battle,

the explosions were suppressed. the sound of hearts, mine was loudly knocking for me that my end is not the end yet, the end is someone’s beginning, now my eyes will close, i will hug the earth tightly, we didn’t have time, didn’t have time, didn’t have time, didn’t have time to look back. and sons, and sons go into battle,

he was a genius in his fanaticism, a cynical politician, a man who put the idea of ​​communism above human happiness and even life, i bow to peter the great, ivan ii and ivan iv the terrible, the greatest credit to vladimirich, he saved this inheritance. lenin would like to allow the lease of our country, kamchatka, for example, to be leased by an american; moreover, he further developed this, we must learn to trade culturally, to solve problems culturally. confiscating all property from everyone was not a very right idea, in my opinion. lenin's gold chervonets became the most influential currency in europe, and the woman received 21 privileges; it is certainly impossible to say that lenin was a supporter of family values. one of the first, just lenin's

maternity leave, easier divorces. but i read einstein, and he said: “people like lenin renew the conscience of mankind.” you will return the sacred treasures of the nation to russia and from these treasures my father, a lover of love, you will excuse me, of course, but all this does not look very plausible, there are secrets that have no statute of limitations, german, from monday after the program time, bulat

akudzhava and vladimir vysotsky, between these poets. there was mutual sympathy, although they rarely saw each other, they respected each other’s work, the last thing in their lives the meeting also turned out to be accidental, they were just driving around moscow, each in their own car, just like that they suddenly saw each other, waved and parted, a few months later vladimir vysotsky passed away, mikhail shafutinsky, song to the words of bulat otudzhava, and to volodya vysotsky

i sing a song i decided to come up with something, so another one won’t return home from the trip. they say that he sinned, that he extinguished the candle not on time, he lived as best he could, but nature knows no sinless people, they say that he sinned, that he extinguished the candle not on time, as he knew how, and they are still alive, but nature does not know the sinless. separation for a short time, just for a moment, and then we set off, in his footsteps, in his hot footsteps, let him circle above moscow,

his hoarse briton, well, we together with him, laugh together, cry together, let... circle over moscow, his hoarse baritone, but we will laugh together and cry together.

i wanted to come up with a song about volodya vysotsky, but my hand was shaking and i couldn’t find a motive with a verse. converged, the white moscow stork took off into the white sky, the black moscow stork. descended to the black earth, the white moscow stork, to the white the sky has taken off, the black stork of moscow has descended to the black earth, pull the guy into the mountains, take a risk, don’t leave him alone, let him be together with you. there you will understand who it is, the white moscow stork

flew up into the white sky, the black moscow stork descended to the black earth. thank you very much, low bow to the memory of the great russian poet. in general, i never call my performances concerts, they are not concerts, because the concert had to be left, come there, and go out again. encouraged i'm just telling you my thoughts that came to my mind at the moment, well, let’s assume that i prefer

that my speeches take place in the form of a meeting, well, not like at home, when there at the table after the second third, everyone already loves each other, no one no one, no one listens to anyone, so everyone sings, tries in unison, it turns out bad, but no, not like that, but still, this is the atmosphere when you come to visit good people. to friends, or when people whom you are waiting for come to you, i asked you why you go up the mountain, and you to i was walking at the top, and you were eager to fight, the wind from the plane showed the beam very well. you laughed and took me with you, from then on you became close and

affectionate, my climber, my rock climber, the first time you pulled me out of the cracks, you smiled, my rock caress, and then for these damned cracks, when i praised your dinner, i received two are short. for the cracks, but he was not offended, but kept saying, oh, how close you are, oh affectionate, my climber, my rock-weasel, every time looking for me along the cracks, you armored me, my climber.

and then on each of our ascents, but why are you distrustful of me, you insured me with pleasure, my climber, trusting, oh, how distant, not affectionate you are, my climber, a caress rock. my, every time you pulled me out of the abyss, you scolded me, my caress was rocky, i was reaching out for you with all my strength, i’m already within reach of you, i’ll get to the top, i’ll tell you, quite dear, then i fell down, but managed to say, oh, what you are close and affectionate,

my climber, my rock, my caress, now you and i are connected by one rope, we have both become climbers, oh, how close and affectionate you are, my climber, my rock, my affection, we are now connected with one rope with... i continue the ceremony of awarding the winners of the svoya koleya award and present to you the second laureate, all years and centuries and epochs will follow , everything

strives for warmth from the frosts to the south, him...

i ask his mother, kostamarova valentina nikolaevna, to rise up on stage, a commemorative gold sign and a diploma of the prize winner are presented by a member of the jury , his own track cosmonaut, lieutenant general, hero of russia, vasily vasilyevich tsybliev , yours a son worthy of an example, worthy of respect, and you, as a mother, should be proud of such a son. many thanks from my son roman and from our entire family, thanks to all the people who empathized, who supported, who prayed for him, for his health, thank you all very much and i wish you only good health, and may those close to you always be with

you people and friends, thank you! i love you now, not secretly, for show, not after and not at home, in your rays i will speed you up, to make people laugh, but i love you now, in the past

i don’t want, in the future... i don’t know, in the past i loved more sadly than graves, everything tender in me without wings, you are on a tripod, although the poet, to the poet, said, i loved you, love is still possible, that’s what they say about the abandoned, about the blossoming, in this pity is condescension, like a king dethroned. there is regret in this, a bypassed aspiration, where impetuosity is lost, and no matter how trust, i love, i love you now, without promises, believe,

my life stands now, i fade. i won’t cut it in time, in continuation, now i don’t breathe in the past, and i don’t care about the future, i’ll come to the ford to pay even a blind man comes to you, with chicks on his legs, and a lot of fat, just don’t make me mistakenly say that after i love you. there will be bitterness in this, oddly enough, a forged signature is worm-eaten. and a hole for retreat in reserve, lightless poison at the very bottom of the glass, as if the real one was slapped in the face by the doubt

that i love now. i’m watching a french dream with an abundance of tenses, where in the future it’s not like this, in the past it’s different, i’m called to the pillory , nailed to the barrier. linguistic, but the difference in languages, not the situation is a collapse, but the two of us will look for a way out and

we love you in difficult times in the future and in the past present, je t'aime, je t'aime, mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime, je t'aime, et toi, moi, je t'aime, je t'aime! vladimir semyonovich had a rare talent to get used to the image of the hero in whose name he sang the song. it’s amazing how subtly vysotsky

managed to convey the spirit of mountaineering and the atmosphere in the mountains. thanks to this exceptional gift of light, the well-known and beloved mountain songs appeared. sung by alexandra vorobyova. this is not a plain, the climate here is different, they are coming avalanches one after another, and here behind the rockfall the rockfall roars, and we can turn, go around the cliff, but we choose work. the path is dangerous , like a military path, and you can turn around, go around a cliff, but we choose a difficult path , dangerous, like a military path, whoever has not

been here, who has not taken risks, has not tested himself, even if below he grabbed the stars from heaven , downstairs, no matter how you reach out, in your entire happy life, you won’t find a tenth of such beauties and wonders, below... you won’t find, no matter how hard you reach, in your entire happy life, a tenth share of such beauties and miracles, there are no scarlet dews and mourning ribbons, and does not look like a monument, that stone that gave you peace, as the peak sparkles with eternal fire during the day, with an emerald shower that you never conquered, as the peak sparkles with eternal fire during the day , emerald ice , which you never conquered,

and let them say, let them say, but no, no one dies in vain, it’s better than from vodka and colds, others will come and replace the rice. and exorbitant work, you will follow the untraveled route, others will come, exchanging comfort for risk and exorbitant work, you will pass an unclimbed route, sheer walls, but don’t yawn, don’t rely on luck here, in the mountains there is no security, no stone, no ice, no rock, we only hope for strength, hands, the hands of a friend and a driven hook , and pray that the insurance doesn’t let us down. we rely only on the strength of our hands, on the hands of a friend and a driven hook, and we pray that the insurance will not fail, we cut the steps without taking a step back, and from the strain

of our knees. and your heart is ready to rush out of your chest to the top, the whole world is in the palm of your hand, you are happy and you will only offend them a little, others, for whom the peaks are still ahead, the whole world is in the palm of your hand, you are happy and you will only be a little offended by everyone else, whose peaks are still ahead. i think that every person who thinks about the meaning of life, about why he lives, has had moments when he asked himself this question, which means i also asked, on various occasions, for personal reasons

and others. but i was probably asking questions on my own, there is another side to it, whether i was deciding this question, to be or not to be, that , strangely enough, is a question that is clear to everyone, that to be better, and he must live, he still stands before certain people throughout the history of mankind, they still ask themselves this question, this is what torments him, what does it mean that something is wrong, it is clear that life is better, but people always solve this issue, the question is that this issue does not arise,

okay. use the strength from all your sinews, but today, again like yesterday, they surrounded me, surrounded me, they drove me merrily! the numbers are busy at the barrel, hunters hide there during the day, wolves quark over the snow, turning into living things target, there is a hunt for wolves, there is a hunt for zero predators, seasoned and puppies , the sick people are shouting, the cheesebots are barking, the snow is boiling at

the red flags, the unequals are playing with the wolves of the higer, but the hand will not touch, and having stolen our freedom, they beat the flags confidently, for sure, talk cannot break traditions, you can see blind puppies in childhood, we are wolf cubs for... you can’t suck a she-wolf for her flags, there is a hunt for wolves, there is a hunt for serik predators, mateorichs and puppies, racers and darbots are shouting, they are shouting in the snow and red flash drive.

nashal legs and jaws are fast, why is the leader yes and the answer, we are hunted, rushing to the shot, and do not try through the ban, the wolves cannot, should not, otherwise, my time is running out. oh, the one to whom i am destined smiled and raised the rushiyo, there is a hunt for wolves, there is a hunt for gray predators, motherly creatures, there will be racers and darbots, in this snow there are spots of red flags, out of obedience i

embroidered behind the flags. the thirst for life is stronger, only the dawn, i joyfully heard the surprised cries of people, try to gain strength. from all the tendons, but today is not the same as yesterday, they surrounded me , they surrounded me, but the huntsmen remained a beggar, there is a hunt for boars, there is a hunt, a herding of predators, a mainland of puppies, racers will meet, and barking darbots, as soon as i reach the spot with a red flag. thank you very much, this is the caspian sea, we will play a dagestan wedding, this is our wedding suit, an imitation

circassian mountain tuxedo, a thin and delicate organza that will cover the bride, shuana and ahmed are avars, we will play weddings according to the customs of one of the most ancient settlements dagestan, aul, czech, and here... there will be our photo zone made from a carpet , a dagestan carpet, only instead of a wall we will have mountains, well, you have to cook the sausage, a matchmaker without sausage as it happens, there is a special czech lizginka, there is a step, a step, i imagined my hands like this , this is how fun we have to prepare a wedding, our premiere, we are playing with...

ethiopia and eritrea. pushkin is a cultural bridge between russia and africa. in russia, africans have never been considered second-class citizens. the same ibrahim hannibal reached the rank of mineral. he entered russian elite. in 1960, under direct pressure from the soviet state, 17 african countries gained independence. he considered the ideal of a free society in which all citizens live in harmony and have equal rights.

it's so smoky that there's no reflection in the mirror. and even the face opposite is not visible, and the couples are already tired from circling, but still i will sing to

the end, all the necessary notes have long been played, god has burned out. word in the glass, the momentary impulse to speak has disappeared, and it’s better for me to finish my glass in silence, the sun and the weather haven’t hurt me for six months and souls for... they were frozen under a crust of ice, and it’s clear that i’m waiting in vain for the ice to break up, and memory cannot

warm me in the cold, all the necessary notes were played long ago, the wine in the sides burned out and went out. the momentary impulse to speak has disappeared, and it’s better for me to finish it off in silence. oh glass, the orchestra plays tiredly, whipping.

the circle is closing, don’t break the rings for me, calmly, i ’d better leave smiling, but still i’ll sing to the end, all the necessary notes have been played long ago. the wine in the glass burned out and went out, the mirrors grinned with dull indifference, wouldn’t it be better for me to silently finish off my glass, or maybe i should just break it ours... baka,

we continue the ceremony of awarding the looread prize our own college and present to you the third laureate of the award. what should we do? we couldn’t live, why didn’t we sleep, what drove us on the road on a high wave, the director of a private non-profit organization, a training canine center, dogs that help the disabled, the need for guide dogs is huge, her passion and professionalism united a whole army of caring people, she devoted 40 years to this to a noble cause.

thank you very much, this is great for me a surprise, of course, a great honor , i am very grateful to those who always support me, will support me, my friends, colleagues and many other people with whom i may not even know, but who help us, who are with us, thank you. the song that will be performed now was written by vladimir vysotsky for the film the escape of mr. mckinley, and performed it at concerts , calling it differently each time. the final name appeared only in 197, when a disc of the same name was being prepared in france. vysotsky. zara sings, interrupted flight.

comme le frit tombe sans avoir pu mourir, la faute à lhomme, la faute à vann, comme l'homme qui sait en savoir mourir, qu'il n'aurait plus jamais d'autom, un jour de plus il... aurait pu chanter, photo deston, photo la chance, photo si corre de qui s'était. he began timidly with the note c, but didn’t finish it, didn’t finish it, didn’t finish it, chord, chord, and no one

was inspired. funny, isn't it, funny, funny, but he was joking, he wasn't joking enough, he didn't taste the wine enough, and he didn't even finish his drink, he was just getting started. dispute, argue, not sure and slowly, slowly, like beads of sweat and spores spores, the soul, the soul, oozed from under the skin, and that bulefa lay down, pourtant, photos, photo la

peur, il ne ravet aucun com, lui qui se voir, il n' aurait même pas pu te voir, lui qui avait l'amour, pour la seule qui le recordait, il le rendue, ça va peur, ça l'embrasser, ça la touché, justement, jusque la mort, funny, isn't it, funny , it’s funny, but he was joking, he finished the joke, it was left unsolved, everything that he had left undecided, the letters were in chalk, chalk, he was of pure style, servant, servant, he wrote poems in the snow, snow, unfortunately

, the snow, snow was melting, but then there was still snowfall, snowfall, and freedom... touching the snow, big snowflakes playing, he grabbed with his lips as he ran, but to her in a silver landau, he the runner, the fugitive, the fugitive, did not reach and did not reach, did not reach, did not reach, did not gallop, but his star sign is taurus, cold.

whose fault, whose fault!

here the paws are tired, trembling in the air, here the birds feel anxious, you live in an enchanted wild forest, where from? it’s impossible to leave, even if the flies and linens dry in the wind. let with lilacs fall like rain, anyway i

will take you from here to the palace where pipes are played, your world is covered by sorcerers for a thousand years. from me and from the light, and you think that there is nothing more beautiful than this enchanted forest, let there be no dew on the leaves in the morning, let the moon and the sky be gloomy. i'm sorry, i'll still take you from here to a bright terev with a balcony overlooking

the sea. on what day of the week, at what time will you come out to me, be careful. when i carry you away in my arms, then yes, where it is impossible to find,

i will steal you, if stealing is to your liking, i wasted so much energy, you agree. at least the bunk in the hut where they flew off with the palace took something, agree, at least to heaven, the hut, if the tree with the palace was taken by someone. thank you,

i carried my misfortune across the spring field, my soul broke. it broke, fell under the water like a stone, and the trouble persisted, but by the sharp edges it lingered, and by the sharp edges it lingered, and trouble ensued. she is looking for me all over the world , rumors go along with her with

misconceptions, and that i did not die, the naked willow knew, and also the quail with the quails, and even... the quail with the quails, which one of them i told him, my master, they just gave me away, they spilled the beans, and out of passion he was not himself, he went after me, and behind him came trouble with words, and behind him with trouble in small words.

but he couldn’t stay, there was only one day, but the trouble would last forever. delayed, abeda was delayed

forever in the debriefing area, the director of the film air alexey german from... it was flooded, i was completely dumbfounded by what you built, a rather complex structure, invented specifically for the film, lifted a plane weighing... a ton and continued to unwind, i imagine how you felt during these evolutions, when your wing is on fire, oil in your face, and also smoke, in fact i was scared, they conveyed this feeling of human existence in inhuman conditions, i just got a lump in my throat, i believed it, a podcast of paws, today on the first, you are not sisters, no, and not two.

no, and not second cousins, no, but what do you want to become when you grow up, david, you guess for yourself, you guess for yourself, i want to work on my own , i want to give my dad a day off, i want, because i’m the only one to get medals, how many sharks have teeth? well, a thousand, or 100, or 13, or, or a thousand, or 100, somewhere like this confusion, yes, you confused me, and excuse me, what do you have for... tomorrow i love broccoli, shrimp with broccoli, buckwheat there, for example, with broccoli, pasta with broccoli, the first child on channel one who loves broccoli, the best, new season, tomorrow after the evening news, but tell me, in the school cafeteria they are already hiding

glasses from you, i don’t know. people who knew vladimir semenovich vysotsky well said that he had an amazing, wonderful a gift, a gift to love a person, every person, and this could be experienced not only by people who were close to him, it could be experienced by absolutely any people who in his work, in those lyrical images... found a piece of themselves, so now there is complete the hall, and the halls were full during vladimir semyonovich’s lifetime, and i hope it will always be so, as long as vysotsky’s songs are heard.

good evening everyone. why can’t i breathe, the air is steep before a thunderstorm, the elm tree is steep, what is happening to me today, and what can i hear, prophetic birds are singing. yes all

from the tale, the silin bird is kind of my kind! she skitters around, cheers, calls from the nests, she is quarrelsome, drags, sad, righting the soul, chidudan.

they edit with pure gold so that god will notice more often!

i stand as if before an eternal riddle, i foretell a great, and fairy-tale land, before solana, bitter, sour sweet. ladka, blue, radnikovaya, rye, chat mud,

and fat darzhavaya, horses get stuck in the stirrups. this bird hamayun stands in my way

and will give hope to a soul that has been knocked down and started by losses and trials. peregate, if there is blood, lastkut, istorchel, zalotaya, salalyvia, patches so that more often, lord.

kassimba!

and the dolphin’s belly was cut off with a bow ; no one expects a shot in the back; there are no shells on the battery ; it’s already necessary faster on the verage; even in gozor, you may not meet an enemy, it ’s not grief if your leg hurts, door songs, many people creak and many people sing, who you are, i’m not waiting for you here, set sail, set sail, hope, hope, hope, for many years.

laparos parmade paros. arma deparros.

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