i decided to give up, made life even more mysterious. these are the poems, you see, they are unusual, uh, yes, in rhythm, in size, but why the milum sleeve? so i worked at a school, at a school for working youth, on zhukova street, on the vybsk side, and taught russian language literature, naturally, my sleeves were stained with chalk, how so? it turned out that you were scolded, on the one hand, the soviet government scolded and the soviet press scolded, on the other hand, a lot was published, i can say why, now i’ll read it and you will understand, after all, i feel confident, and so as not took possession of my soul for a while , they will blind me with two things... my friend, two things,

let them try to confuse me, i’m not busy with two things, i’ll risk comparing myself to a swallow in the sense that i fly with two wings, hold me, airy stream, i glance, i wonder who is clumsy here. and i’m not the one who drives the pen and presses the chalk, and if someone standing behind me pounces and hits him with a wing, i’ll say this, you’ll fuck with me, i have two things to do, my friend , two things to do, of course, i couldn’t be called a tuniyan , that’s the whole secret, at the dacha... where

a river to a field, to a bush at my shoulder, the arrival of the president to gaulle means almost nothing, as long as a military orchestra is playing marsillaise in moscow, we reach with a cloud towards the forest and cheerfully look at... your arrival in russia, a page of history, brezhnev said, i would meet you, to the shadow, sings, mr. general, bushes in selfless service, dense forest, a wall, like franco-soviet friendship, and even stronger than it. you read

your poems to akhmatova to akhmatova and what she said about your poems, i visited her several times, unlike from brodsky, bobushev, rein and naiman , who went in four, i came alone, and i’ll tell you this is much more difficult, it’s clear why, the first time lidia yakovlevna ginsburg brought me there. she was a wonderful philologist, she was a student of yuri tynyanov, ekhenbaum, shklovsky, she studied with them, with genuine philologists who discovered new things, in her view of literature, akhmatova did not read her requiem, she and...

it was nice that i i always ask her to read some poem, not only i read it, she also read some poems of mine appreciated, i remember very poorly. we will talk with our guest, the founder and artistic director of eterna music, the outstanding conductor teodor kurendis. what is the task? bring the audience out of their comfort state. it is not comfort that we are looking for, but how can there be comfort?

and rings my phone, i don’t know how to turn it off, it’s like a nightmare, some kind of spanish shame. podcast lap, today on the first. in the patagonian fjords of chile there are hundreds of kilometers of coastline where no human has ever set foot. machu picchu is a city floating above the clouds, we can be transported to another time and feel the genius of the greatness of real american cultures that were destroyed by europeans. from all points of view , the incas and otecs were head and shoulders above in a cultural and civilizational sense. today , every brazilian is a little indian, a little european and a little african, and this is what enriches our people. the cuban revolution is one of the most important events of the 20th century, it

was led by a group of revolutionaries led by fidel castro and ernesto changivara. the song flies over the planet ringing, my love cuba. latin america is one of the advantages of the modern and future world order. is there a separate latin american civilization? some believe that no, others are sure that there is a latin american civilization, here it is. civilization premier. film four. latin america, on thursday on the first. i think it's the best there is in russia. this. this is her poetry, one wonders if anyone there can compare, well, that is, no , of course, the germans have many poets, wonderful ones, the british too, but still, how do you start listing, starting with the sovereign, clematis, true, and don’t forget batyushkov before pushkin, yes,

don’t forget bratynsky, pushkin’s friend, and so on and so forth, so the list will probably fill up. for several dozen names, the russian language, i want to say, in general is incredibly convenient for poetry, honestly, well, i know french, maybe so that their emphasis is always on one, on one layer, everything is on the last syllable, but with us it can be on the first, on the second, on the third, on the tenth, whatever you like, further, in western verses, and not only in western ones, the phrase is required it begins with what, with the subject, i went, i went outside, yes, he looked out the window, and so on, and we, and we have such a row of clouds,

a flying mountain, this is a cannon, where the subjects are at the very end. gred's proposal, that's where it is and this gives the poet the opportunity to wonderfully use these things in poetry, take advantage of them, they help write poetry, so i'll read the poem, i love the tyranny of rhyme, it achieves, makes suddenly... meaning and perfection, and truly , a bird of paradise suddenly flies in, it turns out there is bliss on earth, like i would be unhappy, without this coercion,

without a barrier, an obstacle and an expensive hint, and i would not know what is missing, i have comfort, surprise, confusion, an unexpected meeting, a shake-up, this is the russian language, with its naked cases, suffixes and light pace, emphasis, but let’s not go into details between us, a gift is a gift, only a gift, and our language was invented. genius, that's it, as much as you like, you know, this, this is some kind of miracle, free, some kind of great freedom in the russian language in this sense with an epigraph, may cruel with white nights from

block, there would be no room for fear or meanness, all our sins would be forgiven. if only russians abroad in europe knew poetry, if only they could read them in russian. then they would say this: i dreamed of lermantov during the marching schnel, and then of the parsnip, you know, tanks , submarines, aircraft carriers, no damn thing, the fit passed by in a cab, the block stood at the gate, may can really be cruel, disastrous, white , the night cannot be cooled down with reason , these construction sites cannot be overcome by time, my

first book was torn apart, it was terribly scolded in newspaper smena, leningradskaya komsomolskaya and you know where else in the moscow magazine there was a crocodile, where they scolded bribe-takers and embezzlers, and then i was pleased and they said that my... for intimacy, that was their favorite word, they scolded me for intimacy, for

the love of objectivity, for the lack of poems about great construction projects, well, how, how, but what will i be, and who will i be like, i don’t want to say anything, against the poem of ascension no longer or against the enemy, he is in a foreign, rich language, all languages

rich in his own way, lives in an unusual longing, the sound does not go to the sound, and the lips are compressed. imagine a picture: all the mosques are painted with someone else’s hand, the original and the copy are close. but raphael on the copy, as if in a mask, will like it, but is unlikely to delight him, no matter what frame the list is stolen, the poet values ​​​​his country, loving it in grief, in misfortune, so for me this was really important, i remember, they wanted me ask the question why i didn’t leave, how...

and my students looked at me with kind eyes and had compassion for me, they understood that it was unfair this defeat and, moreover, the book was swept off the shelves , the ten-thousandth edition was instantly sold out , i’m not bragging, well, brodsky had to leave , he had a different character, he had a different character,

of course, on the newsreel, i read some texts there, i go out, and he comes to meet me halfway , well, we hugged, that’s all, and he says, i want to go to marina, you wait for me, to marina basmanova, she was walking along rimsky korsky street nearby, and why

does she want to come, and i want to tell her about leaving, that is, he is an example, upset, but he received the nobel prize, and i tell him, well, you see, you left, you won, but i didn’t, i lost, and he says, i don’t think so, because he didn’t have much fun there, but am i having too much fun, no, but you, you’re lucky, no, i’m fine now i don’t read, but i don’t complain, at least i don’t complain, uh, well, that ’s how life works, people are not at all the same, they are built differently, that’s how it should be, and what did joseph brodsky write to you there, what did he write , yes to dear alexander, from

lovely joseph, in a good place, at a bad time. brodsky, of course, yes, seventy-second year, he made wonderful inscriptions on the books, one is the end of a wonderful era, here he wrote to sasha elena, lena is my wife, elena without looking up, to sasha elena with boundless tenderness joseph brodsky, well, on buraaniya’s book it’s completely funny.

in my childhood it was accepted, everyone knew it, well, he used it, and how did you communicate together then, what brought you together, what brought us together, poems brought us together, of course, i loved his poems, he treated mine well, that’s true , so you know when he died, for it was the hardest for me, the impression, it was the hardest event, maybe his character will be clear from these poems, which i wrote this poem in the same year when he died in ninety-six, i

looked at the poet and thought that he writes poetry, and does not rule rome, because both are called power, and under his pressure, we would not have lived for a year, he would have put everyone in line, he would have concluded stanzas with iron, life in the direction of glory, gift and love for objects indifferent his sovereign success, warmed decisively

soft light. and in the verses, his power, with an exterminated cry and contempt for the two-legged, jealous of the stars, climbed into my happy heart. instantly, inaccessible, caligula or menacing, blinded me, lifted me above the clouds, to which i myself am a hunter, i still asked him, hush, hush, give me my room, armchair and armrest, and loved me, and tyrannized me, i like it,

what's his name? abrek? this is a robber in chechen? hello obrek. i want

you to bring out the doomed to fight. where did you get it from? they paid it instead of the debt. i'm not participating in this will. they say your wife is sick. where will you get the money? rita, do you think i'm a good person? two elements at the junction of which real, great art is born. emotions are running high, the atmosphere is knee-deep,

but to win it is important to maintain icy calm. ice splashes from under the skates, like sparks of hot metal, and the ice melts like hot steel. spartakiad of the strongest, live broadcasts from magnitogorsk on the seventeenth and eighteenth of february on the first. dear friends, today the creative industry podcast is visiting your favorite the city of the brilliant poet alexander kushner, we are in st. petersburg. i haven’t read anything breathtaking about love yet. but let's give it for some reason. readers, somehow treats him well, i’ll read it, this is before i met eleno, don’t look, it was written relatively long ago, to be

unloved, my god, what a blessing to be unhappy, to walk home in the rain , with a lost red face. what torment, grace, to sit with your lip bitten, to die ten times a day and talk to yourself, what a life going crazy, staggering around the room like a shadow, what a blessing it is to wait for a letter for months and not wait, who told us that... lying at our feet in tears, he agrees to everything, he is indifferent and cruel, but truly wonderful. what

should i do with my grief? sleep, cover your head at night. whenever i wasn't happy with him, i would stop loving myself. don't be afraid. okay, let's talk about happy love. as for happy, yes, with pleasure. this is some kind of completely different life that began for me after we met, without looking at each other, and began to live together. since then we have already lived a lot, uh, what, more than 40 years together, what a happiness it is to talk, talk, talk with you, what a joy, all evening, in the extreme night and night, oh, how it stretches, a starry, thin thread , having pierced this darkness, this magical hole

, like a drag, you won’t reach the nearest star in a year , the two of you in a bearish corner, a somewhat deaf universe, will wake up in a crowded room with an armchair and a round table, about life, about death, about the fact that they could miss each other, could gape, just think, for a century or two, you could have been staring at something, simply neglecting treasured account. oh joy, you are here, you are alive, about kissing, and most importantly, talking. for thousands of years of golden silence, for all pre-life experience.

about the cold, about the crust, the snow-covered, poor land that we love, jealous of the heavenly home, well, this is a poem, well, i’m very named here, this is a divine poem, one of my favorite italian villas, for those who don’t remember, read it, very i recommend it to everyone...

it’s unimaginable how you can torture a person every day, torture him every day with fire, ice and so on, that you are really god could it be like this? i am absolutely sure that there is no hell, but what about heaven?

this is a big problem, you know, i’m not a church minister, i have doubts about this, i think i’ll dare to say that heaven can also get boring, the same thing all the time, to tell the truth, i’m many years old , i feel that... i’m not a little tired of life , i’m tired, and if you imagine the same amount, and if there’s infinity, what do you mean, no soul can stand it, it doesn’t seem so, i don’t impose this on me on anyone , opinion, of course, it is only mine, but you asked, and i answered honestly, where do the poems come from?

and where does higher mathematics come from and so on, it’s all the human mind, it ’s wonderfully designed, this is really a miracle, i just can’t understand how it arose, how it’s a mystery, the mystery remains , i don’t know its solution, i’m speaking honestly, i’m not saying, no, no, i even have poems, i believe in...

let me read you another poem, my friends, there were many of them, none of them believed in god, as is customary now the iconostasis consisted of fet, a bloc of them, when they fooled their heads , have a conscience, they said, their voice was bitter and quiet , they didn’t go to party meetings, there were no party members among them, their books were cut by censorship, they were spared by a fool’s bullet, and some

- those who went through arrest looked gloomily from distant places, returning, like the flowers of the field, they knew how to please any, snowdrop, buttercup, says the light, and i, the young people were drawn to them , was warmed by their attention, there was authenticity in them, modesty, the word unnecessary spirituality, i don’t remember in restrained speeches, death, well death, there was a readiness for it and silence, and not... fear we are talking about my older friends, here is ldiginsburg, berkovsky, maksimov and so on, so i’m not lying in this poem, it’s true, it’s

true, how do you feel about those who have left now? i will say one thing: writing poetry in a foreign country is difficult, very difficult. yosikh complained to me in recent years there in ninety -four, ninety-five that they don’t write poetry, but we know georgy ivanov, a very good poet from the old days, but he still relates to that emigration, it was hard for him, poems were written with difficulty, khadasievich left and stopped writing poetry, but such a wonderful poet, well... uh, who, what fate will turn out, well, i can only say about myself, now they say that our time has given birth to a new wave new young writers, poets, you

see this wave, you know, yes, it seems to me that somehow less poetry is being written, but maybe this is a wrong opinion, and then it is uneven. process: in the times of tyuchy and feto it was believed that there was no poetry, that it was finished with pushkin and lermontov, it remained nikrasov alone, that’s all, and we know that this is not so, and tyuchik is beautiful, and we read feto, and in kintianian, a wonderful poet, and so on, so maybe it seems to us: “it’s quite possible that in some torshka , a young man is now writing wonderful poetry, how do we know, i’m sure that there are such people, russia needs poetry, i

’ll read a comic poem, a small one, he dances, he doesn’t dance, davlatov loved him, the one who doesn’t dance dances. knocks on the glass with a knife, the one who does not pride is proud, waving from the podium, shouting, who is really dancing and... or serov’s artists, where will you put

koroivin, how is this possible, in rubiye, but not benoit, but no, of course, but tolstoy, and the chekhovs, what are you , it was created forever, where do you get your energy and how to make life around you consist of swallows and not of hawks, to be honest, i don’t know, i don’t know, maybe it somehow depends on the character of a person, there are people are gloomy, yes, i can be gloomy myself, it all depends on my mood, but i’ll still say that poetry cannot be written in the dark, poetry is joy, poetry is god's gift. so

you can say, it’s a gift of fate, when you write them, you’re happy, and i’m sure that pushkin was a happy man, and this, despite all the troubles of his life, well , who knows, it’s the same, and the same can be said, artists, the same can be said about composers. i recently read berberova’s book about tchaikovsky, it was a very difficult life, i never thought it was so difficult, i won’t go into details, but his music is amazing, really, just remember the queen of spades, yes,

those who have not lived to old age do not know everything, but

either and so on. during the pandemic thundered on social networks, poems, you don’t choose times, uh, they live and die in them. why did people find this poem and make it terribly popular again? yes, they liked something there, i’m not against this poem, only it was written earlier. the garden is wonderful, the cloud

is shining, i should have died of scorlet fever at the age of 5, live in an innocent age in which there is no grief, you will consider yourself lucky, but you don’t want to live with menacing ones, you don’t dream of the plague, florentine and leprosy, you want to travel in first class, not in trium. in the semi-darkness, what is not a century, is an iron century, but the wonderful garden is smoking, a cloud is shining , i will embrace you, my century, my fate, goodbye time is a test, do not envy anyone, tightly close hugs, time is skin, not a dress , his deep seal, like fingerprints from us, his features from the fold, if you look closely, you can

take them. hello, there is a theater podcast on the air, and i, its host, anton getman. today we have a special issue in which we will talk about the legendary belgian quartermaster gerarri martie. how he managed to make opera the way we see it today. why he remains a role model for theater managers all over the world, how he influenced the fate of the brightest representatives of musical theater today, about this and more, we will talk with our guest, the founder and artistic director of eterno music, the outstanding conductor teodor kurendis .

théodore, hello, hello, gérard martier, a legendary figure who i think played a huge role in your professional life, tell me, you are people of completely different generations, how did this meeting turn out, how did everything turn out?

then - i did a co-production of macbed, which i created together with chernyakov, novosibirs co-production with the opera bastille, and this is the first time, i remember, when the french came to novosibirs, because they made the scenery

together, and it was minus 50° there, they walked like the first man on the moon, simply. it was very, and mourtier, i remember when i arrived in paris and prime minister anlo was there, he was so delighted that he became, as it were, my mentor, a man who was talking about me on every corner spoke and opened me up, in fact, to a large extent in europe, we had very close friendly relations, he was like a father. he’s a little bit like that - how can i say, he wanted to protect me with a lot of advice.

he fought with the rotten old world, which

, in principle, he did not want to reform opera, the fact is that if we look dispassionately in the history of art of the 20th century, we will see what evolution happened in cinema, yes, we and cinema were played.

music and conventional theater, i put on some kind of costume, make some big gestures, go out on stage and just waiting for this ritual,

so there were very few voices in the fifties, sixties world of directors who, in principle, could take this stunning musical fabric to a completely different level with... assistance from the director's plan, yeah, and therefore even until the seventies years and my first experiences in opera , when i was little, there was some kind of miserable archaic bad taste, the poses of singers who with an exaggerated ego, who come out and they are, of course, i’m not saying that this is bad, attention in this , there is also some kind of cultization of this art , such as it is, i want to explain what, in

what world mortier came to fight with whom he fought, he came and began to fight with this great italian tonors, great stars and so on, he and he saw. .. this internal resentment, the composer's resentment in this space, and why don't we deserve this evolution that the rest of the art world has, now it's to judge whether it's good or bad, it's not my business, my business is to say what was, that the man who created very big scandals on the stage, i he was asked all the time, just tell me, what is the biggest scandal, which, it was fledermau in salzburg, he smiled, because

it was a weird question. for him, he, he deeply appreciated the scandal, just like tyabileb , in fact, mortier was interested in evolution, yeah, art in life, we understand that at some point in the scene we will have to make some kind of decision, yeah, do we want to please the public taste today, do we want...

one of the purchases of the united states of america, russia allegedly stole russia, here it was possible whatever you want to write, but the usa, of course, in

this fake look like such good fellows, those peoples who got into it. the russian government tried to bring our sphere of influence up to its level of development, in the city of shakhtersk new buses allegedly never appeared on the routes, the one who formed this message did not even bother to change the region, and also how the italian journalist vittorio arangeloni miraculously survived after being hit apu, anti-fake premiere on monday at the first, what do i want to talk about, what of what i experienced deserves attention? pleasures that accompany youth , i, having become a writer, experienced incomparable happiness, in the crumbling village of mala, i lived with a blacksmith, helping him forge horseshoes in the forge, with long tongs, i held a white-hot iron in my hands, and he beat it with his with a ringing hammer, i ask myself

who i am, what force brought me out of... my moscow apartment, forced me to cross my native threshold and threw me across continents, across cities, across warriors, into conspiracies, into revolutions, plunged me into many adventures, into many dangerous adventures, what motivated me, who i was, who i became? alexander prokhanov, confession, premiere from february 12 on the first, live theater podcast and we're talking. martier has one of his concepts, well, perhaps one of his key concepts, it was a director's theater, it was a theater based on the director's concept, on dramaturgy, because he, like a hacker , hacked into the conservative opera system and introduced the director into the production team as

one of equal rights, together with the conductor...

i read and i want to do indian queen, that is, this there was some amazing, amazing coincidence , which could be one in a billion, and we called gerard 5 minutes later and said: we are doing it, tell me, you invited gerard to pere, as i understand it, at that moment this is the understanding musical theater, understanding of the opera theater, and understanding of the music festival were absolutely the same. tell me, what changed, when you called him, you had some kind of task, so that he would help, so that he would breathe some new life, so that he would set an example, he had an absolutely amazing

intuition, in principle, we are the result of this intuition of this person, with which he dreamed of seeing some new picture in the world, it did not always work out, in general mortier is not the one who... the creator of brilliant performances, yes, there were brilliant performances mordier had an unsuccessful performance, he himself said that fleder was an unsuccessful performance, he told me personally, and he said, and to me, that a scandal does not frighten me in any way, if i know that it is a good performance, then that he did, he opened these borders and made it possible to see.

naturally, he influenced me a lot , this is the principle of how to look, how to breathe and how to open your boundaries, to create no answers, a question, to create a lot of questions, art is for us to create new questions, and not for everyone to answer everything, you are in this is very similar in what you did to what martier came up with and did, these are the formats that you...