in the summer of 2006, the myth search team , led by igor veprev, began recovering the tak-40 aircraft. with the help of teenagers from the search party, after numerous attempts, on august 28, the plane was finally recovered from tressina. on february 23, 1943, he was escorting a ship that was apparently shot down by german anti-aircraft artillery. the body of the pilot was also recovered along with the plane. it turned out from the documents. that it was senior

lieutenant kostenko from the 196th fighter regiment. in addition to documents and food stamps, a theater ticket was found. on that day the pilot kostenko planned to celebrate red army day by going to a performance.

cook, brilliant company, tailcoats, diamonds, décolletage, champagne, counts, princes, grisettes, music, fun, laughter, applause, a whirlwind of gypsy dancing. i fall in love with you again, every time, at least for an hour. brilliant juir, count valya svidersky, there is a fire in frak.

i, the working harrows, are all at their combat posts.

air raid alert again, for the eighth time. today , november 4, 1941, the performance of silva at the leningrad theater of musical comedy on rakova street 13 was not completed, it was massive the raid continued all night. the germans are incredibly punctual, methodically they fire at the city at the same time, shells are flying from the pulkovo heights towards the admiralty, and

i am right in the middle of the valuable square , they are trying to grab me by the edges of my fur coat, drag me... drag the gateway, i resist, because i know that i can’t be late for my mother, they will be worried there, my mother will die of fear, i run to krylov lane past the alexandrinsky theater and run up to the entrance of the oktyabrskaya railway administration, that’s where my mother works when i appear at threshold, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. they try to feed me something, i do my homework, and finally, if they are given counter-marks by the workers of the mudskomesia, these counter-marks come to me.

by the end of august forty-one , a number of industrial defense enterprises, cultural assets, and the collection of the state hermitage had already been evacuated from leningrad. the evacuation of theaters began in the late autumn of '41, costumes, scenery, props, everything that could be taken with them were successfully loaded; our theater became the only a group that deliberately remained in the besieged city, the muses were not silent, they sang operetta all 872 days in leningrad. during the siege, the theater showed 15 premieres, and if the first performances were in good scenery, everything was in order, then further and further,

part of the scenery was drowning the theater, a lot of people died, especially the orchestra and service artists, because many went to evacuation, the invincibility of the german army and the defeat of the ussr did their job, constant massive shelling played a role. leningrad turned gloomy, looked at the empty eye sockets of the knocked out windows, a corpse frozen into the ice, its square squares disfigured by anti-aircraft

guns, and the sky disfigured by the heavy carcasses of barrage balloons. on the streets, in the courtyards of apartments lie the numb bodies of its inhabitants, its defenders, but in the city... there is a glimmer of life, with ferocious persistence he survives despite everything, hunger, cold, death, he refuses to die, a famous story like one artist, lydia kolesnikova, she stood in the wings, her exit was needed, she took off the fur coat in which she stood, ran out...

it smells like hot ham, burnt-out sugar,

the wounded city was covered in clouds of smoke , hysterics, screams, crazy eyes , confusion, hopelessness, in september the rules of the food supply system began to change, they said that not only products had disappeared from the stores, but even their smell, now the trading floors smelled. emptiness. at the site of the badayevsky warehouses that burned down after the bombing, people used buckets to collect soil mixed with cereal and burnt sugar. there was no longer peace, warmth, or food in leningrad. but despite everything, it was necessary not only to survive, but to preserve human dignity to win.

a ration card in the winter of forty -one, forty-two, this is life. at the beginning of the month i lost this card. it was the most hungry time in february forty- two. the director of the theater suggested that i write a statement to the city commission. the disaster was that the commission would have considered my application no earlier than 3 weeks later. i wandered to where my card disappeared, maybe they found it, but no. to me. they said sympathetically, no one said anything, i sat down at the table, lowered my head, no thoughts, only

heaviness, suddenly i see a hand with a piece of bread , the bread remained, the hand disappeared, i raised my head and saw a red army soldier retreating, the red army soldier turned around, looked at me sternly, put a finger to his lips, as if saying: “quiet, be silent!” “he left me not only bread, he left me faith in a person. i also want to remember about one performance at which the artist salnikova was in a hurry, she was walking from the petrograd side, when she came along sadovaya, along the nevsky pushkin theater, when she got to the theater premises... took a break, then they met her, that there were literally a few minutes left before the start

of the performance, she needed to change clothes, she was busy in the role of marie in the play the three musketeers, it was december 7, 1941, after the first act, during the break , when she i changed into a warmer dress, warmed myself before going on stage, heard a noise outside the door, it turned out to me:

on december 23, 1941, during the performance of the three musketeers, a massive shelling of the city began, as a result of which our building at 13 rakova street was heavily damaged damaged. the very next day we received

orders to move to the empty , famous pushkin drama theater. people's artist of the ussr vera arkadyevna mechurina samoilova. well hello, what have we come to? in the theater on the stage of which parlamov, savina,

komissarzhevskaya, and all the best artists of russia suddenly performed? tru-la-la, aperetka, but this is blasphemy, vera arkadyevna, i ask you, leave it like that, my dear, i’m leaving, i’m leaving, i’m putting on mourning, mourning for the great russian theater, he sang soulfully. was singing, every day he sat down on the tram, came to the theater, packed up, got dressed, went out on stage and sang, these were the happiest moments in his life, he sang about joy, he sang about life, again to where the sea of ​​lights is, again there with my longing.

and suddenly there is war. the actor knew that his songs were needed now more than ever. leningraders need them like bread, like rest. and he sang. the feeding became scarce, the diaphragm began to weaken. in the middle of winter, trams began operating. he passed many every day. his legs were shaking, he felt that his strength was leaving him, but he walked, there was one thought in his head, i i might be late, but i’m needed there, my friends,

i’m very glad that you... chelnokov went to the performance, and didn’t get to the performance, he died, these are the words. from the order for the theater , death, she was not only on the streets of the city, in the apartments of leningrad residents, she came here to our theater, she was both sweet and gentle, everyone

was attracted by her... our director grigory polyachik was forced to arrange a theater morgue. 56 artists died. right on stage or on the way to it?

a medical service was created by the ballerinas of our theater, they all learned how to give the first help, a service was created that taught them to shoot, and another service that taught them to extinguish. bomb, everyone came to the theater every day ; those who didn’t come meant they died. at the pushkin theater.

some stopped washing because they had to go to the neva for water, and this was a waste of energy. in the artistic restrooms, the only conversation was about where to get duranda or something to eat. the girls lost weight catastrophically, apathy appeared, dystrophy set in, and then there were lessons. well then, here is an order for you, in accordance with the professional labor discipline of the military time will appear tomorrow at 10:00 am.

the sea spreads wide, the waves.

i’m in this invigorated fur coat, because in the hall it can be 4-8°, sometimes there are bombings, but we don’t go down, like the artists, the bomb shelter, the performance continues, the sea is wide, the waves are raging in the distance, comrade we are going far.

grem is freezing, but you have to go out on stage, how can you force yourself to take your feet out of your felt boots and put on

your summer boots? or break out your shoes, again with me, you say, your happiness is said, the difficulty of keeping words and i...

the entry in the diary, without a number, was on wedding, walked from petrogradskaya under fire to

vybskaya.

there were very interesting people, especially galina pavlovna semenchenko, who lived for more than 100 years and said that she lived for so many years only because she was kind to animals, during the blockade she had a parrot, a parrot, his name was gray, he was a contemporary of napoleon, and died in 57, it was the only bird

that... survived the blockade, but in order for him to stay alive, she brought him to the theater every winter, hid him in her bosom under a fur coat, the parrot was completely wonderful because... he foresaw some kind of bombing, he began to worry , everyone already understood that they had to do something, go down somewhere or do something, this parrot survived the blockade only because he was with him the artists shared, you can imagine, at that time a crumb of bread was already a huge value, because when they received bread on cards, then every piece. every small addition was considered to be of enormous value, the artists decided that everyone would give their little bit to the parrot,

yesterday an artist from tradition died of hunger , he lived in our house , every evening he came to us in greece to dry bread, he sat down, took a newspaper on it, cut a small black piece of bread into tiny neat cubes, one day i asked him, what are you for? do this, this for breakfast, for lunch , for dinner, this, this for later, when the moment comes that they won’t give me even such a small piece of bread, do it like that. and he told me that on good days he gets several concerts a day, sometimes in the morning he goes to the hospital, gives a concert, they pour him a bowl of cereal soup, then he goes to vasilievsky to the sailors, gets a can

of canned food, and in the evening he has a concert at the hospital on petrogradskaya, these are different ends of the city and forces it takes a lot on the road, but this is not always the case. i'm doing a concert. but i would suggest it to you. i refused. he continued to look to the future and did not eat anything, losing weight every day. i invited him to join the red army house brigade. and suddenly he stopped coming to see me. i even thought well done, he listened to my advice, joined the propaganda team, the collective. but no, he did not join the team. he remained alone. they found 20 cans of condensed milk in his ottoman. almost the same amount of stew, bags and bags of cereal, chocolate bars, boxes filled with pieces of paper with cubes of bread for later, he slept on food, he died of hunger, having almost a grocery store,

no, this was not an exception, but a pattern, single people died , people survived as a group. during the entire blockade, the theater gave more than a thousand concerts on the front line, in hospitals, in factories, in the factories our art, some, i remember korolkevich’s memories that there were a lot of them in the factories. there were women standing behind the machines; there were almost no men.

we arrived at the van part, there are festivals under the bridge. with a hanger, a hanging blanket for changing clothes, the head of the club apologizes, there is no piano, the construction of the club is temporary, we are here temporarily, there are fierce battles all the time, everyone is very tired, it’s warm here, fellow

artists, keep in mind that for them a concert is rest, we fed them, they warmed up, and after the concert they went back to the trenches to fight, they started the concert, the first number, silence, the audience was sleeping, the tired soldiers were sleeping, the head of the club whispers, when the concert is over, they will be woken up in the middle of nowhere. the concert continued, the artists told funny stories in a whisper, the dancers danced on tiptoe, the singers sang quietly and quietly for a long time, everyone tried to stay on stage as long as possible, everyone thought let the soldiers get some sleep.

we will never forget this silence on neva dubrovka. it must be said that during the war there were a lot of tragic, but some funny cases, but there was a tragic case in every house, our neighbor once died, and my mother helped. her daughter to take the corpse to the corner of the ninth line and the embankment, where in the basement they collected all the corpses of those who died, because it was impossible to bury, so we, that is, my mother and my neighbor got some plywood that was tied. on a rope, then, when it was already peacetime,

snow wipers were even removed on such plywood, here on this plywood we, from maly prospekt to embankment, where we often went for water, we reached this house, but from the basement where all the corpses were collected, literally legs were already sticking out, she was simply laid next to her under the window of this basement.

we are in a field hospital , doctors and nurses with matching cheeks and eyes sore from lack of sleep, wounded, they are lying on folding beds, sitting on freshly made benches, quickly preparing for the concert, this is the fifth one in the morning, there are about three more ahead, the concerts are full of fun, singing, dancing, after each number.

with an effort, he says intermittently: “thank you, little sister, she's come!" both actresses were in different stage conditions, but this was the most difficult and unusual task. both cried, one playing the accordion, the other singing a song. one single spectator whispered: "machek, who was on the shoulders, dear,

before the war i didn’t like shestakovich, or rather , i didn’t understand him, but then i not only heard, i saw the music. episodes of the besieged leningrad, anxiety, hunger, life, fascism, death, the impending victory appeared before me one after another. i saw it. i felt it. the philharmonic hall was full, the audience was the most diverse, armed sailors and infantrymen, air defense fighters dressed in a sweatshirt , thinner regulars. the hall shook from

the powerful sounds of the orchestra, and it seemed to me that the building was trembling from artillery explosions, everything merged into the bottom. the day of the first execution, all artillery forces of leningrad were sent to suppress enemy firing points. the skeletal liasberg was in charge of all this, ready to jump out of his tailcoat, which hung on him like a scarecrow. great music is reflected in a unifying principle, faith in victory, sacrifice, boundless love for your city and country. and during the performance, the symphony was broadcast on the radio over the loudspeakers of the city network, when the finale was played, the whole hall stood up, it was impossible to sit quietly and listen, i stood with everyone, shocked, goosebumps ran down my spine, here it is, art, inspired,

invincible, they listened to the symphony not only city residents, but also fascists. later the germans admitted that we believed that the city was dead. but then on august 9, 1942, we realized that we would lose the war, may your strength be restored, capable of overcoming hunger, fear and even death.

the theater brought great joy to everyone

who attended its performances, and still does in all subsequent years. i remembered with gratitude the staff of the muscomedy theater, for the joy, for the happiness that they gave to us, to everyone present in this hall, it really was an opportunity to escape from these harsh everyday life of our lives. pilot kostenko philip nikitovich, awarded the order of the patriotic war. second degree by order number 0.27 february forty third year. posthumously. the musical

comedy theater continued to operate throughout the 872 days of the siege. when guns sound, the muses are silent, but in besieged leningrad the muses were not silent. and who knows, maybe this is what helped us all. to withstand, through the light of the storm and through all the obstacles, now fly to alladaga, the road here is broken through the blockade, there is no other road to be found, okay, dear ladaga, after all.

let the ladga wind tell the people how in the summer we loaded barge after barge in the heat, in bad weather, forgetting about rest and peace, in winter machincha.

hello everyone, on the first channel of the podcast everyone wants to fly, and i am the host of this podcast leonid yakubovich. today, my friends, you and i will not fly anywhere, we... are in the debriefing area, we will talk today with the people who created an amazing film called air, the director of the film is alexey german, hello, and the performer of one of the main roles, elena lyadova. hello, brothers, what can i say, unlike all the others i have seen the film, as far as i understand, the premiere will take place, it will be released on january 18th. you i was surprised by this: i was somewhat wary when i started watching the film, because i thought that it would be another action movie with shooters, bullets, burning in

the cockpit, with wild screams and so on, you somehow moved away from this, you showed, perhaps perhaps the most difficult part of this life on earth. leningrad is under siege, female pilots and female technicians must show skill, courage and self-sacrifice, not only years, but also equipment, and you have to freeze, braid your hair, but they are here, masha, why do you need war, you are rich lived, what do you mean, why, how many of our people are dying? why are you sending the girls, they are not ready yet, i would give them time to learn.