but we can show one of them, we won’t show them all, but we can show one of them even as if acting in sound form. this is a barrel organ made by a famous german master; i don’t remember his name right now. here, but this is a very valuable barrel organ, but who would doubt it, so we showed how that she was alive, katyusha, there was also this, the so -called napoleon table, the one that decorates the living room, and this girl found it somewhere in an antique store in st. petersburg, a table, it was all tattered and painted brown painted like a leg, but grandpa liked the leg and took it. this table,

looked at something, looked closely, saw that something was shining through, called an antique dealer, who, a restorer, or rather, a restorer, who somehow washed it all, it turned out that there were portraits of the napoleonic army, and this was done in the old way , like a decal, this is the story, and here is napoleon, here is josephine, the marshals. napoleonic marshals, who is it, who could have ordered it, or some, so to speak, french officer, then we captured they trophied it, it’s much more interesting who painted it over, so it means someone got scared, probably didn’t want these portraits to be seen, apparently it was like that for a while, no, but there were great admirers at one time, yes of napoleon, maybe then, strictly speaking, they painted it over out of fear, well, so...

i wasn’t in the mood, maybe something else wasn’t there, but maybe there just wasn’t a reason, maybe we’ll remember them today, so what? , so we’ll talk about soldiers, but the fact is that not only did no one remember about them, oh grandfather wrote them in his book, this story is simply not because i didn’t want to tell them, but the subject itself did not exist, these soldiers did not exist, after the death of my uncle alexei sergeevich, obrastsov, my brother, his great son, found these soldiers are in the dacha in one of the boxes of my uncle ’s secretary, and the soldiers have a described story:

in the book it’s exemplary, the uncle is his son, it’s clear, yes, according to the steps of memory, these soldiers were made by my uncle when he was little, when he turned 19 years, the war began, and he served in morikhodka in st. petersburg, he was sent straight from morikhotka to the front, at the front he had a lot of... adventures, he crossed the river, was wounded, he was a sapper, they were sent behind enemy lines to blow up sappers bridges, trains, that is, my great-grandfather, vladimir nikolaevich, made model railways, and his grandson, therefore, blew them up, but it was a necessary job, a very dangerous job, 70 of them left ago. only 14 returned,

the rest died when they were already going back, so to speak, to the rear to ours from the rear enemy, then they came out in the wrong place where they were expected, and where they came out, of course, without documents, of course, it’s just unknown who, they were sentenced to death, the mixer put them in...

everything will end well for him , this of course was a big blow, but you understand, and the grandfather waited and believed that his son would return, at some point... he received the following telegram: your son has been found, he will be in moscow for days, given a reward, he will look up to corporal obraztsov part, and the grandfather began to wait for his son to return, 2 months passed, three, and the son everything doesn’t come back, and grandfather says, he didn’t sleep at night, every time the elevator went up, every time he got up and waited that... that it was alyosha who came, then one day grandfather fell asleep himself, his wife woke him up and said: who am i to you, look, she brought me, and alexey came, this young guy, as i told you, went to the front at the age of 19, was forty-three

years old, respectively, 2 years older, 21 years old, a man who, therefore, was wounded, who was frostbitten on ladoga, who was almost shot. this boy came home and the first thing he did was go to his desk and take out the soldiers, these ones that he made in childhood, each soldier is painted in detail, that is, this is a boy, he began to play with his toy, apparently, he still continued to live that with their lives, well, in general it’s... so as not to go crazy, probably people who have experienced so much at that age, then it is believed that there is a version that two comrades served, the grandfather told the screenwriter this story, because there is really a civil war there, but

these two stories absolutely coincide, brother i found it, now we take care of these little soldiers who are described in the book, which were made by my uncle, who... we almost played two comrades, but, well, here’s the story, but we have one more thing that definitely played, according to at least on television, this, this thing, yes, it’s from television, this thing, these are also all the things that really remain for the soul, for our living people, this is the hare tyopa, who... was played by my mother, in the good night program, this is just, i remember the day when the good night kids program was formed, when mom came home, she said: katya, there will be a new program, good night, kids, i

was a little girl, this little hare became an all-union favorite, he is charming, like this, and i remember, and i have been since i was 4 years old. starred on television, i think i will be a screenwriter here, good night, kids, and even composed a poem dedicated, that is, as a script for good night, kids, here is such a wonderful hare, but that day that you remember, the first program , 1964, and my poems were very strange initiates, i can now even remember them by heart, there lived a poor widow hen. and her chicks hatched, waited, waited, they were daddy, daddy didn’t return from the war, such stupid poems, under the impression of creating a new program, well, of course, and mom played this hare in the program, yes, and i remember this beautiful hare, when we were very

charming, when in 2000, remember, we erected a monument to the hare in mikhailovsky, who crossed the road to pushkin, who was going to st. petersburg, would have ended up on senate square. but the hare came running up the road and he stayed in mikhailovskoye and thus escaped from siberia, in 2000 a monument was erected and this hare was invited there as an honored guest and he sat there at the event and beat the drums with his paws, i remember well and there are even photographs, so we are also well acquainted with this hare, he sits in a conspicuous place at my house, in the fifth grade i... watched all the episodes of the police academy with my hands up and decided how cool it was, i want to be like them, yes, i was just coming from my shift, my hands said, on behalf of the investigative committee we are conducting an official investigation pre-investigation check of the turbine, we’re working,

i finally and irrevocably realized that your boss, to put it mildly, doesn’t like me, but maybe we’ll sit somewhere and chat, vyacheslav mikhailovich, let’s do it like that, and just glory, i was at the css yesterday. they called me, as i understand it, they were given the order to wet you, but maybe i didn’t please you, in general, meet lyosha, natasha, natasha, lyosha, this is for work. do you want to meet? undercover taxi. premiere. from monday on the first. the name of this republic translates as "golden mountains". local residents remember all their ancestors. this is where the entrance to the mystical country, shambhala is located. welcome to one of the most picturesque regions of our country. altai mountains. why are you treating the hearth? we believe that this is all living.

no one in the family didn’t even know this story before my grandfather left, yes, and you and i recently met, you say, imagine, this is such an unexpected story, completely, my grandmother is quite young, she died immediately after - your mother, here and it was a great misfortune and tragedy, and my

mother, natalya sergeevna, who was an actress in my grandfather’s theater, so i told her about the hare tepa, the fact is that she had blood poisoning, and there was no penicillin then. the eighth year, here is my grandfather’s secretary, for whom he worked, the secretary was locked with a key, when my grandfather was no longer there, we opened the secretary and there in the whole sash, here he is, and moreover, when the sash opens, then...

as my friend said mom, this is the only thing i have left from my mother, my mother gave this necklace to me, and i gave it as a wedding gift to his niece. it turns out that it’s already the right-hand son of sonya, it’s not that valuable, in my opinion, it’s aquamarine, most likely these are these stones, but we didn’t have any diamonds in our family, we never had anything like that, this necklace is like a kind of memory, well, it’s already grandma’s family, yes, yes, yes, now it’s with the great-granddaughter, but the great-granddaughter has already given birth to hers. daughter, so the female line will pass it on to someone else, so the necklace will live on,

he was a great man, but for you he was a grandfather, and you are a granddaughter for him, yes, and he gave some gifts i gave it to you, once i spoiled you separately, i’m wearing some kind of ring - he and my mother bought it for me together, i think in germany, when i turned 20 years old, this chrysaprase is considered a stone of acting happiness, since i studied at the chukin institute . this means that such a chrysopas was given to me, and of course, when i was little, in those years there was nothing special in moscow, no such normal clothes and nothing, of course, some things were brought from abroad for my brothers and me , then i carried my older brother to term, something, this, well, these were, so to speak, some kind of gifts, well, by the way,

you finally quit smoking, what should i give you? and i jokingly said: a car, he immediately answered me: smoke, i still smoke cigarettes. smoking, smoking is bad, we say, we say, you can’t smoke, but, but grandfather was such a lively person with humor and always with people, always open, there were always a lot of guests in the house, so he was very sad when suddenly 15 minutes literally someone didn’t turn out to be, well, it was when he was already left alone, his second wife was no longer alive, and

we were with him, he had dinner with us or we lived in neighboring apartments, my mother would be... his best friend, i’m now preparing for our program, i looked at books, there are such inscriptions everywhere, to my most necessary friend, daughter natalochka , you told me that he was very sad in the mornings, that there were no guests, no, it was in the evening, he said, in the evening, natalochka, and that no one would come to us today, mom said, no, we had yesterday there were guests, well, it was yesterday, but we know that sergei vladimirovich is still, well, a lively, cheerful man, he sang very well and composed himself on the guitar and the guitar is still on the sofa in the living room, in his house, here it is, we have a unique opportunity to listen to a recording of one of the romances that he performed, perhaps, so to speak , for

guests in the process of some kind of dinner. the faceted coins fell from the table, they fell, and they broke, my life is broken, they fell, and they broke, my life is broken, here he enters the bar, curled pieces, so modestly, nobly, he looks at his watch, so modestly, nobly. he looks at his watch look, look, bastard, look what time it is, maybe this is the last time you’ve seen a girl, maybe this is the last time you’ve seen a girl, i want

to throw my cap in the air, i used to be carried away by all our folk holidays. i was sitting sad at home, suddenly i remembered, it was still the soviet union, brezhnev's time, that today is the night before christmas, my husband came home from work, i dressed him as a bear, turned his sheepskin coat inside out, put him on a collar from our dog on a leash, like this , mom came from the theater, she and i painted our cheeks, i said, we’re still walking around the house singing carols, we just left the threshold, the elevator goes up, there’s grandpa from the concert with the hero’s star, where are you going? i say, we sing carols, carols, you don’t know anything, said grandfather, wait, after 5 minutes he took off his fur coat, hat, left

the apartment, already wearing scarves, but behind the hero’s star, and we walked around the house, with grandfather, it means that with my husband, the bear, and my mother, we were so two funny dolls with her, and then no one celebrated christmas anymore, somehow this it wasn’t our holiday, but, it turns out, everyone is celebrating, in the house, it turns out, everyone’s house is covered, grandfather sang carols in russian, in ukrainian, and under prutkin’s door he sang in, probably idesha, or something, well... in general, he sang a carol in hebrew, and prutkin’s door was not opened, five minutes passed there, prutkin’s wife calls and says, sergei vladimorovich, was it you, he says, no, it was me, of course, they say, but we thought it was a pogrom, so we didn’t open, come in, it means they were handing out candy everywhere, so here i am

the first evening, i remember, we were received by komarecka’s daughter. our entire entrance sat down at her set table, everyone gathered with these, that means, bags of what, they conjured up, every year we began to organize such a holiday, every year a table gathered at a different entrance or in a neighboring entrance, well, the main thing is that after this table you we got home at least somehow, but how are we and in the same entrance, you know, in the same entrance there are different floors, katyusha, please tell me, when... my grandfather passed away, he was somehow present in the theater , he somehow participates, helps, but he is always in the theater, always in the theater, outside the theater, he is always with us. always, when we end a tour somewhere, one of the actors always raises a toast, thank you to sergei vladimirovich, thank you for everything he

did for us, that we visited there, there or there, himself grandfather spoke very interestingly, he said, we show the world dolls, dolls show us the world, and you thanked him for this, but look. hello, i am still

dmitry bak and to my deep happiness i am still the host of a literary podcast, let them not say so. novels, part of the picture and the protagonist, and the protagonist has already been crowned with an art theater prize, and well, part of the picture is also very popular, in addition, our

guest is a literary critic, i’ll tell you the secret of the poet and prose writer evgeniy kremchukov, his last novel, the magic choir was included in short lists of the two largest awards, the yasnaya polyana prize and the big book prize, hello zhenya. hello, and katya manoila, who just released her second novel, the wind carries dead leaves, and the first novel has already received a lot of press, this novel is called “the father looks to the west,” and it was on the long list of the big book award in the short list of the yasnaya polyana award. katya, hello, both a laureate of the lyceum and a laureate of the lyceum prize, by the way, i didn’t say this about... afi volodina, who is a finalist for the lyceum prize, but it’s up to you to decide whether she’s a finalist or a finalist, that’s your choice, that’s not the main thing, and the main thing is that we are talking today about

modern literature, i promised to stun you with a question, but i didn’t say what, and i i’ll surprise them, the answer is yes no, huh, are you a millennial or not a millennial, a millennial, a millennial, yes, zhenya, you’re a millennial, no, no, you’re older than millennials, yes in feeling or in... but in feeling? how does it feel? finally, katya, are you a millennial or not? i thought at first the question would be: are you a millionaire or not? well, it’s almost the same thing, i’m a millennial, a millennial, well, that is, 2:1, i’m not, 2:2, you can say, yes, it’s like that with us, i even think it’s worth coming up with a program on how to become a millennial, it will be, i think it's so absolutely stunning history, that is, how to become younger, in fact, because millennials are synonymous with fashionability, youth, well, i call millennials...

the history of literature, well, some pushkin, gogol lermantov or not, again a quick answer, yes or no, or everyone has their own literature, asya, no, it’s impossible, everyone has their own, everyone has their own, zhenya, everyone has their own modern literature, yes, modern, of course, pushkin, i think, well, it’s unlikely that a rise can be staged, everyone has their own, katya , yes, i’ll ask asya, what actually prompted you to become a writer, i even conclude. this is a phrase in quotation marks, yes, well, can you imagine, your daughter or son comes to you and says: mom or dad, i will be a writer, what will we answer him? wait, what are you

going to live on, actually, and who are you going to study for? it turned out that i taught language rather than literature, but literature has always been my great love, in fact, i studied in graduate school, wrote a dissertation on folklore for 3 years, and i got so burned out, in fact, doing science that after writing a dissertation on folklore, a year later i started writing a novel, because it’s a great opportunity, yes, that is , having burned out in philology, a person becomes a writer himself, and i’m just ready here, i don’t know, not to be torn to pieces, not to be crushed, but

it’s a very tough sport. i came to literature as a poet, and so that you have books, two, two poetry collections, in the eleventh year a guide book was published, a book of poems, this year in the twenty-third a book was published - a cloud of them all, for me literature - it is a way of knowing, and if poetry was a way knowledge of oneself, then prose has become a way of understanding reality, that’s probably how it is.

he says: i don’t like painting, but i ’ll look at it from a geological point of view, well , of course, you can look at a picture from a geological point of view, how the layers and rocks go there, but in order to understand the world, is it really necessary to write literature, maybe it’s better to read some then there are no other books, there may be different methods of cognition, i’m not saying that it is the only one, unique or the best, but this is one of... it is probably closest to me. it's clear. well, katya, how was it with you? ah, y it so happened that love appeared as soon as i learned to read and write. love of literature, love of literature, yes, that is, when you open a book, start reading and fall into this other universe and feel like a different person. another point is that at some point, i may not like the story, and i will. no.

writing a novel, you need to stock up on one or more strong impressions, this is very important. my question is, to what extent does your life fit into it in a transformed form or in a direct way? form. well, we involuntarily compare the facts of the biography and the novel, sometimes very directly, sometimes not so directly. still, to what extent is personal experience included in prose, or is it

not there? and if it does, then is it personal , intimate, private or, well, public, generalized, after all, that is, the thrill of time or the thrill of the heart, which is the most important thing? i ’m actually remembering here a story that happened to me in 1920, when i reached the finals of the lyceum prize, and there was such a practice that part of the author’s biography was laid out and an excerpt from his work, and i don’t know what it takes literally a paragraph, i described a little of my... life - quite interesting, and the first comment was something like that the person’s biography seems more interesting than his text, probably about the biography it’s more interesting to read, and so i realized that perhaps you shouldn’t deal all the cards at once and it’s better to still let the text be read, and not yourself, but at the same time, really, well, my personal experience is somehow reflected in all my texts, the point is that of course i give to my heroes a lot of myself or what i see. around

me, because this is my way of getting used to, that is, for me writing is a lot of acting, great, it’s possible to create a novel without yourself, just using technique, experience, for... for my benefit, like therapy, but for literature it’s minus, this is a minus, so i’m already starting this text - mercilessly cutting, here i understand, let’s leave this for the diary, but here for the reader, for

literature we will work, i always knew that you are a wise woman, this is very subtly said, yes, because there are a lot of things that seem potentially interesting to an ordinary person, but are interesting to very few people, but for example, if... ninth-grader valya left tenth-grader vasya, and he thinks that now he really doesn’t know how to live, this is interesting only to him, and valya, if she still loves him, to his mother, who will say, vasenka, just don’t worry, but this is not art, yes, that is, in order to become art you need to, well , cut something off, something how to move the diaries aside, i liked it, zhenya, like you, i think that it is impossible to write a novel and some kind of artistic world from... exclusively from the head on technology, yeah, but the heart, well, you can argue about the proportions, but the heart must certainly be present, here it is, and the heart can tune in, how says katya, well, that is, once you tweak it a little like - well, some kind of gadget, and

some kind of wide-angle camera, as they call it , long-focus, i’ll just say about my experience, the presence of my biography in my texts, and as it seems to me, the further you go, the less. her, that is, gradually, probably, after all, i’m leaving this, well, probably, not only am i leaving, like wine the sadness of the past days in my soul, the older i get, the stronger, the stronger, yes, but here experience, personal experience, of time already penetrates into your work, the spirit of the time and not the spirit of the heart, both, this is not dangerous, this, this is not automatism, this is not skill.

when you answer this question, am i writing this only on mastery, or am i experiencing it and melting it in my experience into something personal, yeah, and there is also a moment when the experience returns, that is, if the world, and which you wrote, it’s alive and real, then what happens there, it comes back to you, like your personal experience, and it’s somehow different, but you don’t recognize it anymore, it’s wonderful, the world has given up fritz, capitulation. unconditional, victory, brothers, toneka, you forgive me, baby, but i can’t accept you, forgive me, why do i have the least of all, because i earned the least of all, come on,

hit me, hit me, the germans are together, now give each other’s heads let's sew, tonya, something happened to you, the girl will live here, you won't hurt her, understand? call come on, come on, we’re the first time after the war, comrade, senior lieutenant, don’t recognize me, i don’t know at all how to live in civilian life, i don’t understand anything about it, the burning bush, on saturday and sunday, on the first that - this has changed inside, how can i get it all back? maybe you know? so, i remind you that today we are talking about modern literature, we are talking about...