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Understanding 9/11tv Davaite ponimat drug druga s poluslova 1TV May 10, 2024 10:15am-12:01pm MSK
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the extent of the damage can be assessed a week after the end of the cold weather, but according to the ministry of agriculture, the plants that died from the frosts will be reseeded, and the surviving ones will receive additional feeding; all resources are available for this. by the way, weather forecasters say that, according to their observations, may droughts do not deplete the harvest as much as drought. we had a similar one in 2017.
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the big tour of the russian hockey team 25 on the holiday continued in tula with another match with the belarusian team. our team opened the scoring by converting the majority. maksim dzheoshvili, making a pass, eventually sent the puck into the goal with a ricochet from the stick of the visiting defender. but the opponent responded instantly. until
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the end of the period, the same pinchuk, having received the puck from christian henkel, brought dmitry kvartalny’s team ahead. in the second period , the russians, supported by more than 3.00 active fans at the tula arena, first restored equality. this was done by vasily glotov with the transfer of vladimir grudinin. in an interesting, maximally open game, the hosts were the next to hit the target again. at the thirty-seventh minute, it's a click away ivan vodorkov made the blue line and also helped him. rebound, leading 3:2, the russian team began the final segment of the meeting with a penalty, but the belarusians did not take advantage of this and soon broke the rules themselves, receiving a double minor fine, ours had already converted the majority, and twice. first, maxim sorkin played well near the goal, and then sergei tolchinsky made an accurate shot. prokhor poltap also put the point in the match well on the heel. 6:2. our team is under leadership.
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note that this is the third goal of the russian defender in the current playoffs. zadorov did not stop there and took part in the next scoring attack, which was put to the end by conor garland. 5:4, painful victory for vancouver. the last time he won a stanley cup game, in which he lost by three goals, was 30 years ago. then the team, whose leader was pavel bure, took over... from
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toronto and reached the playoff finals. florida took revenge on boston at home, beating its opponent with a score of 6:1. russian-hosts.
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hosts razhab magomedov 1:0 victory for dynamo, which after the thirty-first round in the fight beat out the moscow region footballers for first place and is now one point ahead of them. unix basketball players hosted lokomotiv kuban in the second semi-final match of the vtb united league. the kazan team preferred to attack from long range and they succeeded in the first quarter. it couldn’t have been better for them, after andrei varantsevich’s throw from aduga, the difference in the score became double-digit (22:12). lokomotiv learned a lesson from the unsuccessful period and played completely different basketball in the second quarter, aggressive and energetic. by
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the big break, unix remained ahead, but the difference was reduced to just two points (39:37). the third ten minutes did not change the ratio. kuban to break away from the opponent. 84:71. victory for the railway workers. the score in the series became equal - 1:1, the next meeting of the rivals will be held on saturday in krasnodar. famous director spike lee. and basketball hall of famer reggie miller attended the nba playoffs game at madison square garden, where new york and indiana met. miller, who was a pacers fan, was clearly pleased with the first half of the match, after which the guests had a 10-point lead.
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however, during the long break, the previously dejected fans of new york joyfully perked up. the home team's leader, jaylin brunson, came out to warm up. brunson showed himself in all his glory in the remaining 24 minutes. during this period, he scored 24 points, for a total of 29. as a result, new york achieved a strong-willed victory, 130-121 and now leads 2:0 in the series.
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i was born in 1924 in moscow on arbat, my father is georgian, my mother is armenian. they still sound the same on the arbat, and in the donbass too, history is an unpredictable thing, but
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akudzhava turned out to be a poet for all times. therefore, now there is a monument to bulat akujavi on arbat, and we knew about it, even when we were sitting at his dacha, that this monument would stand, he is the tuning fork of his generation, he lived with everyone and therefore they understood him, they understood him then and they understand him today, to his songs, remembering my youth.
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it would seem that everything is so simple, on the eve of the day let's understand each other perfectly, the birth of kudzhava, we arrived in peredelkino, at the poet's dacha. here everything still breathes damask steel, today we hear his music, and we
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hear his poems, and we read his poems, and we from time to time we even celebrate its dates. kudzhava’s birthday is always a special holiday for olga artsemovich: bulat’s wife, mother of his son, custodian of the heritage. olga vladimirovna is a very private person. bulat is still alive for her. and she doesn’t want to let anyone into this world they share. olga vladimirovna refused to film. and in our film her voice will be heard, but somewhere in a fit of emotion, she herself will unexpectedly enter the frame, and we will not have time to attach the microphone and will be holding it in our hands. in any in case we were lucky. we will hear the memories of the person closest to okudzhava, his wife olga. but this will be in our film a little.
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poet, this is the victory holiday that we always look forward to, is it really your birthday on may 9, because may 9 is not only the birthday of the great one , really may 9, i used to honestly, it means before the war, i flipped through the calendar. and on my day, the biggest event that was, the ninth agricultural conference of the tambov region, and then, that means, i was rewarded, every year on may 9 on red square with a triple the best military units of our army are marching, the valiant paratroopers are also marching, for more than half a century they have been marking a step under the march, which...
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you must agree, what an amazing geography, welcome, the birds don’t sing here, the trees didn’t come to us here straight from the front line, they grow, as soon as we grow shoulder to shoulder into that earth, the planet is burning, the planet is spinning,
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there is smoke above our homeland. on september 30 , 2020 , a rally-concert dedicated to the entry into russia of four new regions was held in the center of our homeland; the entire crowded red square could not hold back tears when okudzhava’s song sounded from the stage. the erysipelas goes into the night separately, our tenth desad. a native of kherson, ruzhena rubleva, people's artist of ukraine. in august of twenty-two, she made her choice and today, 50 km from the line of combat contact, she heads the musical and drama theater. the song about kujava is in
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the compulsory repertoire of artists. nowadays there is a particularly acute need for the kind of songs that kujawa wrote, they help them get through these difficult moments in life for us. few people know that not only words, but and music for this legendary song. bulat shallovich himself wrote it, and composer alfred schnittky only made the arrangement for it. the amazing genius schnittky. he was the first to recognize vulat as a composer and confirmed him in this title. this is the belarusian station. birds don't sing here, trees don't grow. only we
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grow into that earth shoulder to shoulder. in the legendary film belarusian station, where this song first appeared, there is a fragment that everyone in our country knows. the front-line soldiers gathered at the table, which means we need one.
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we've already shot more than half of the film, and the songs still nothing happened, then it was decided to turn to bulat okudzhava. andryusha smirnov called me and said that he was making a film, he needed to write a song from the war years, he tried to persuade me for a long time, i grimaced for a long time, well , in the end i was tempted, but i said that i would try, sat down at the piano and began to sing with one finger, that means...
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stabululashalovich, you can’t play again, then i, encouraged by his opinion, hit the piano with both hands and started screaming, suddenly it started to work, and they began to sing along with me, and we three chorused this song they sang, and smirnov liked it very much, lethal fire would come, but it was still fun. it was incredible, but alfred shnitkino really stood, and bulat akudzhavo was officially written in the credits for the first time when there was a premiere at the cinema house. then some lady who was greeting the guests, and there was a crowd there, and bulat could not get through, she said, let the composer through, let the composer through, bulat
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was so happy, merciful god, he was not an honorable man, of course, but he was pleased , we are talking with olga vladimirovna in the house that today is called akudzhava museum in peredelkina, this is a modest, like the owners themselves, wooden house, where every corner. remembers bulat, everything here remains the same as with him, even the unfinished cigarette left by the owner’s hand. ulga vladimirovna shows us things that she has never shown to anyone, among them are completely unique, for example, lines written in damask steel on the cover of a magazine and not published anywhere, but so that you go to bed later and so that you get up earlier, and after lunch you fall on a hard bed bed, again, this bed he made his own.
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literally went through the entire life of the sculptor himself. for the first time, georgy vartanovich saw the poet as a schoolboy. the director of the moscow school where frangulyan studied was a friend of okudzhava and more than once invited him to the children. we already knew his songs. this was his heyday, his rise. this, i'll tell you, now. sixty-second year, sixty-third year, well, this is the dawn, of course, it has come.
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stellor group. come on. give or die. we stand here for our people, for our homeland, we want to throw off this fascism that our grandfathers have. there is a front line, even the same structures are found in the great patriotic war, trenches, the first tank you had was a t-3476, yes, i am the commander, i am the shooter, the tank has a ritual, but what kind of ritual, well, i called it memory, it saved me , his armor, german eyes on everyone in the area, call them germans, well, of course, three rounds of rapid fire, two such vehicles got out and began to unload. we noticed them and hit two of these vehicles, but nato countries have no option to fight against our armed forces, hurray, time has chosen us, so now we...
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you are here unofficially and are not an expert on hostages bloodhound new episodes from may 13 on the first one so the petals grew and on the bed don’t forget on the bed they were also with a heart alexan ivanov with a heart usually i’m aware ilya, thank you for usually being understood here with all my heart, yes, call me , the monument stands near the house in which
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was shot, his mother spent 19 years in a camp, i was the son of enemies of the people, it was not the best nice time, the father was arrested first, ashkhen tried to save her husband, she even made an appointment with beria, he not only received an old acquaintance, but in every possible way , calming her down, promised to sort it out, the very next day ashkhen was arrested in...
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years later, bulat unexpectedly received a telegram from karaganda. meet 51 kissing mothers. his amazing story: a meeting where he meets his mother.
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eyes, this is a small country office and... in our museum, of course, this is the heart, and you wanted this, our legend, this bell, i won’t tell you anything, this legend, but the fact existed that bella akhmadulina brought a bell into the house, of course, no, no, of course, she brought it, i’m afraid that he wasn’t even the only one, he came up with hooks and hung them under the ceiling, that’s when they already sounded, they sound, this is also music, when...
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and as you walk around the boulevards, behind the faces of the actors we recognize the young yevtushenko, voznesensky, and of course, bulat akudzhava. akudzhava was over 30 when he found himself in the wake of this disaster. by
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that time he had already experienced a lot, changed his mind a lot, understood what he would later tell about in their songs. he had crazy fans, crazy people who knew every line of his songs, there was widespread fame, damask steel surrounded him, at least one song , that’s all, i’ll still fall on that one, on that one civilian and the commissars. was silent above me, bottles of dark glass, from under imported beer, a red rose bloomed,
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proudly and leisurely, in 62, akudzhava was first invited to act in a movie, in the role of himself, the film was called and that was it for me, this is the last trolleybus, it was very close, the last one a trolleybus, a really blue trolleybus, left the screens and went its own route, they drank it on camping trips at holidays in kitchens, these
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and when bulat tuned the guitar, he sang to himself, captain, captain, smile, captain, captain, captain, captain. it’s just this central bass, it’s tuned not like a classic seven-string, but in my opinion a tone higher than necessary, but it facilitates a whole series of chords on this guitar. composers couldn't stand me, guitarists despised, the vocalists turned away from me in horror, then one of our wonderful poets spoke, pavel grigorievich antokolsky said, calm down, that these are not songs, this is just a way of performing their
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poems, and indeed everyone gradually calmed down, because they felt that i was not a rival , i have a completely different genre, a different path, a person who naturally wrote about what he deeply felt, what he experienced, and so to speak, the conclusions that he made, yes, he also put it in rhyme, in rhythm , and connected it to mine like this called three chords, and he thereby created a mood through which this philosophy penetrates you emotionally, oh, what amazing nights, only my mother is sad, the people fell in love with akudzhava immediately, his songs were passed on from mouth to mouth, from one company to another , were re-recorded on a tape recorder, sometimes people didn’t even know the author, they just sang, this says: in the fact that not only the words, but also some kind of musical magic, it
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was present in what the lord god sent to him, i am the dawn alone, attention , minute readiness, minute readiness, i kenal, minute readiness, took the starting position, took it, so the answer was somewhat delayed, they sang not only on earth, but in space, the incredible energy of the kujawa. played a role even during the launch of the world's first astronaut. eyewitnesses say that before the launch some technical difficulties arose, while they were correcting them, the queen , in order to relieve some of the stress from gagarin, asked to play akudzhava’s songs for him. cosmonauts have a tradition of watching the film white sun desert before each flight. and, of course, each of us i know everyone knows vereshchagin’s song, lady luck,
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and although the author of these words of this song, bulat akudzhava, did not write about space at all, but still in an amazing way, these words are close to every cosmonaut. akudzhava tried to convey the feeling of homesickness, which is especially acutely felt there in orbit. and of course, good luck to the astronauts, it is simply necessary. 9 grams heart wait. don’t call me, i’m unlucky in death, lucky in love, neither vagabonds nor fighters, at the table, he was like this when i met him, in my opinion, very, they say, the first impression is always the most accurate thing is, here it is in your sensations.
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who are they, my wife is a physicist by training, but one day physics stopped her from washing the dishes, she gave up physics, which means that for 30 years now, she is my assistant friend, and of course, she suffers a lot of all sorts of troubles from me, but she suffers, firstly, she is very beautiful, she loved him very much. plus her human vulnerability, she was so
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, how can i tell you, internally attached to him, they met in moscow at one of the poetry evenings, in the house of her uncle, the famous physicist lev artsemovich, akudzhav was invited as a fashionable poet even then, sang for about an hour, the guests were happy, bulat unexpectedly approached olga and asked if you liked it, it seemed like it...
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she defended her right to love and went through a lot with him and she beat him twice she told me that she saved him from death twice, once he was drowning, she pulled him out, another time he had a temperature of 42 there, she took a horse and rushed to some regional center to take him to the hospital. galina smolyaninova was distinguished by her special russian beauty, big eyes, light hair, a dazzling smile, together with damask steel they...
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in the russian language, he came to class, sat on his desk and pushkin sang with a guitar, this did not coincide with the program, i think his children would hardly have passed the exam. by the way, the honored teacher of russia, evgeny yamburg, is so devoted to the work of akudzhava that he asked the sculptor frangulyan to make another monument, it stands in the courtyard of the school that yamburg heads, more than one generation of graduates has been brought up on... they took it at great cost, here i did this, future people's artist of the ussr anatoly popanov army on the first day of the great patriotic war. during
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the war there were days of immortality, there were so many things to see. few people knew that the explosion mutilated his right leg. he was missing two fingers, a big middle one, he learned to walk without limping, but what happened to him in august 1987, when he suddenly stopped getting contact, or suddenly he didn’t come to the performance, i remember when dad said that - something terrible happened, i went into the bath, and there he was already dead, our exclusive the last summer of anatoly popanov, he was a great grandfather, and i’m generally grateful to fate that i had him, the confession of his daughter, the coffin was not opened, it was possible to find out... the man was not taken and the bitter confessions of his widow, but i said, here so, well, what to do, we had to somehow get out of this, exclusive with dmitry borisov, premiere, tomorrow at the first, i have one regret, years bourbon
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steer is a product of stellor group. on may 10, 1924, poetess yulia drunina was born in moscow. she wrote her first poems at the age of 11. attended a literary studio participated in school competitions for the best poem. however, the war made her a poet. having added a year to her life, sixteen-year-old drunina entered the sanitary service. she graduated from nursing courses and found herself at the front. together with the retreating units, the young girl was surrounded and spent 13 days getting out of it behind enemy lines. we
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came to the front straight from childhood. and my poems immediately, like the wind, blew out gypsies, cowboys, pompas with stripes and... beautiful ladies, she said later. the fight against the enemy and the difficult life at the front shaped yulia's poetic talent. i have only seen hand-to-hand combat once, once at full speed, and a thousand in a dream. anyone who says that war is not scary knows nothing about war. the poet’s heart was filled not with horror of the enemy, but with love for his homeland and faith in victory. in 1944, dronina received a shell shock and was discharged from the army. the military theme did not leave yulia vladimirovna until the end of her days; she considered herself a liaison between those who returned home and those who remained forever on the battlefields. i with... not knowing, even though the roar of the battle died down, a report from the battle my verse remains, from the cauldrons of encirclement,
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abysses, defeats from great bridgeheads, victorious battles. the first collection of akudzhava’s lyrics was dedicated to his father, published in kaluga, in the fifty -sixth year the family moved to moscow , bulat began a completely different life, unknown, and this may be interesting.
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of love the pokrovskys have sentries of love on the volkhonka do not sleep, today akudzhava’s song is heard in many television shows. we looked behind the scenes, this is a rehearsal for the next episode of the channel one program. three chords. let's. you will give each other compliments, because these are all love, happy
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moments, i am very grateful to the leadership of this program for supporting my initiative to start this project, just with akudzhava’s song, the values on which we were brought up, so how are we going to get them? convey, they are transmitted only when we ourselves do not forget about it, so today, of course, akujaba’s face should be out of the box, let’s live in everything to each other, and such a demo that to live is short, such a drop dada king or king.
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his schoolchildren in the war are inept and naive, like ordinary boys, who have everything in life nearby, and fear of death, and jokes, and disappointments, and love, but how all this is in tune with what is happening today with today's children, who suddenly became real defenders? they also write letters to their loved ones, dream about home, and in moments
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of calm in the trenches they sing bulat’s songs. birds don’t sing here, trees don’t grow, only we grow shoulder to shoulder into the ground here, and you and i are brother from the infantry, and in the summer it’s better than in winter, a grape seed, into the warm earth for health, and a kiss to the hole, i will pick the ripe grapes. bulat is as modern as ever, and most importantly, his songs are about love, hope, and not about all of us. samakujava went to the front from school in the ninth grade. the military commissar refused to issue a summons to the boy who had just turned 17. young akudzhava
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at that time, having a dacha in peredelkino was a great luxury, it was great happiness. times have changed, but i haven't changed bulata kudzhava. in the beginning i knew three chords, 35 years later i know five chords, that's all i've achieved. for the last 5 years i haven’t been composing songs, i can’t do it, i’m
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not interested. i had to travel abroad a lot, perform with these songs, i began to write prose, wrote four novels, short stories, stories, now i continue to write prose, sometimes i write poetry, that ’s all i can tell about myself, mozert plays an old violin,
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there was a place, she was forced to sit in the entire first section just on the steps, there in i hear you at the end, est-ce qu'on entend bien les paroles? bulad sr. has always been a wonderful father, and his love seems to have been passed on to his son’s musical talent, while kudzhava is younger, became a professional composer and never enjoyed his father’s fame, wrote many
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musical works and officially calls himself anton bulatovich akudzhava. unfortunately, we were not able to meet him. and kudzhava, the younger man, is a non-public person and protects his personal life from journalists.
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the eldest son is the father's pain that did not go away him until his last days. olga, realizing how difficult it was for her husband, took on all the worries. it started with alcohol, then drugs, well, he
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went down this path worse, worse, worse, worse, then there were all sorts of dispensaries, and there were courts, there was no one, there was no one except me and the bulatok, we went through everything. one can only guess what was going on in... in paris, i came to wander around my favorite city, stayed, according to tradition, with friends of the fedotovs, it has elements, look down, paris sighs there, it is he, from the asphalt to
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the roofs, look up, there are constellations roofs, you'll spread your wings and take off here, so they arrived, and i remember how at the very first... what do you want for lunch? what should i cook for you? he says: i don’t care. masha says: well , buladshalovich, well, i want to do
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something nice for you, well, well, be capricious, i ’ll do everything for you, he said: you can’t do what i need, i want to close my eyes now and wake up in russia. olga vladimirovna, a believer, once complained to a perspicacious elder that her husband had not been baptized, he replied that the hour would come when this would happen.
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every year on the poet’s birthday , a concert in his memory is held in peredelkino; famous and aspiring artists, poets and composers come here to remember bulat, this is a man whose songs have been sung for many generations. and this is such a messenger of god, through whom individual phrases, individual thoughts reach us, we can only listen, welcome, look, they still don’t calm down, just no, some kind of mysticism is always present in people’s lives, especially if you look vigilantly
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the song is short, like life itself, heard somewhere by chance, it has startling words, it has piercing words, it has piercing words, and the melody is almost soaring. impregnated, it appears at dawn, suddenly slow to lie, untrained, it is like first-hand hope, it is like first-hand hope, it is like first-hand hope, a gift received from nature. from door to door,
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from window to window, trail behind you, it stretches, everything will pass, what is destined, everything will pass, what is destined, everything will pass, what is destined, only it will remain, the song is short, like life itself, heard somewhere by chance, it has piercing words. she has piercing words, she has piercing words, and the melody is almost sublime, an arvat romance,
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an ancient life. for walks alone , an addiction from a steamed cup, happy drinking, and absent-minded women, hello, don’t suffer in vain, she’s kind to me, easy or grue. the century is almost over, believe me, this lady is from my side, she can no longer live without me, love is such a thing, it’s so easy in it
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abyss, hide, spin, get lost. we are all familiar with this destructive passion, so there is no need to repeat ourselves, there were days like this, i was walking when i was young, my eyes were looking at the blue sky, i had not yet been exchanged...
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i can hear what successes were revealed to me, do not suffer in vain, everything has its time, grow the grass , by the fall you will remember that you started your walk from the arbat courtyard, that’s all there is to it. as you can see, it will return, if only we could always have first-hand luck, and no matter how much you pamper or beat, one fine afternoon,
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you look around, everything is intact with you, as it was. arbat romance, ancient life, addiction to walks alone, ancient drink steaming from a cup, and scattered women, hello, and scattered women. hello,
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come over, musician, game, kisses the pipe, planted in the morning... it’s just about nothing, he doesn’t love you, god bless you, press your shoulder to me, press your shoulder to me, he’s been living for three days in a regional hotel . where is the bed by the window, i’ll just chop it on my pipe, like a rask kettle. sighs heavily, and i
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love you, you listen to him, thoughtfully, meekly, like the singing of a nightingale, like rain and like the surf, his big trumpet, a cold throat, the trumpet of the trumpet of the trumpet desperately wheezes, i’ll wait for better days and put on a new raincoat, so that i can float before you like a late leaf circling, i want a little, giving a price to everything, not sweetly am i living? you are only trembling, you cannot be seduced,
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not by dresses or food, a visiting musician, playing the trumpet, that the whole world is next to him, with its hot copper, fate, fate, fate, fate about fate, fate of fate, fate, fate about fate, you flow like a river, strange name and clarity. at night on sleep like water in a river, oh arbat, my arbat,
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you are my calling, you are my joy and my misfortune, oh my arbat, arbat, you are my... calling, you, my joy, not my misfortune, your pedestrians, people small ones, like their bows , are in a hurry to do business. on kharbat, my arbat, you are my religion, the pavement tvai,
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you lie below me, ah, arvat, my arvat, you are my religion, the pavement tvai, you lay under me, your love will not cure you at all, loving 40 thousand other pavements, and the harbat is mine arbat, you are my father. let me never completely pass
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you, kharbat, my arbat and my fatherland, i will never completely... get past you, even though my love is as old as the world, i only served and trusted her alone. i am a dwarf from the arbat court, by my own court, introduced into
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the nobility. “i am a nobleman from the arbat court, by my own court, introduced into the nobility, for righteousness and devotion to the court, i was granted blue blood when he is gone. i will die while he is, i have power over fate, when he is gone, i will die , while he exists, i have power over fate, the rumor behind the coffin is purer than
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silver, it sounds like beautiful music, but you are my fortune, be kind, do not let go of my hand unhappy, but you are my fortune, be kind, do not let go of my hand, unfortunate. don’t cry, mary, rejoice, live, still greet guests at the entrance, orbacy dissolved in blood, indestructible, like nature itself,
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orbacy dissolved. in the blood, indestructible, like nature itself, even though my love, as old as the world, only served and trusted her alone, i am a nobleman from the arbat court. introduced into the nobility by my court, i was a nobleman from the arbat court, introduced into the nobility by my court.
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the sun is shining, the music is playing, why is that so? the heart skips a beat, there, around the corner, a good-looking guy, half a kusar stands in front of the crowd, the young ladies don’t laugh, they’re anticipating the dance, who’s going to get who, they’re deciding, the young ladies are laughing, and the dancing is anticipating who’s going to get who, they’re deciding, but the chief colonel on the rotten mare says, oh well you forgot everything, the dance was on wednesday, and
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now it’s sunday since thursday, there’s war and there’s no salvation, but... on the battlefield, death is walking everywhere, but maybe we won’t come back, i won’t lie, on the battlefield, death is walking everywhere, maybe not we'll be back, i won't lie, the young ladies don't believe in the fists are laughing, they are in the house, that they are really breaking up, they say you will fight if you feel like it, but don’t be late from the hike, the sun is shining, the music is playing, why does the heart skip a beat, the sun is shining, the music is playing, why is the heart so freezes. this song is dedicated
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to a wonderful composer, my friend isaac schwartz. the musician played the skrit, i looked into his eyes, i wasn’t just curious, i wasn’t fuming, i wasn’t just out of boredom, i was hoping... how can these hands, these sounds be extracted from some kind of
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piece of wood , from some rough veins, from some kind of fantasy that he serves. moreover, we need to penetrate into our soul and set it on fire, but why stand on ceremony with it, why take care of it, happy is the home where the violin sings, guides us on the path and... instills in us hopes for the rest, somehow, happy is the instrument pressed to the angular shoulder, why
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blessing, i am flying through the sky, happy is that little thing, the fingers of the evil bow of the church, the musician who made a fire out of my soul, and the soul is sure, if encircled, it is more justly merciful. and she is more righteous, more just, more merciful and more righteous.
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where my friends died, i had such a complex sense of shame of some kind that i was uncomfortable that i was still alive, guys, no, mancacher whiskey, a product of the stellor group, there are people who stand for themselves they will never ask, but they will do anything for others, this is our nanny, for our son, he is diagnosed with cerebral palsy, the nanny became the best. you can just sit, talk, hug, uh-huh, say that i miss you, i love you, but i don’t want this warmth and homeliness
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to remain, cool, cool, this, this is how, this what, this is not bark, what is it? this is a thin slice of wood, wow, and it is so thin that light penetrates through it, this piano is unsuitable for restoration, so we are here... it will bloom, it will bloom, about comfort, the premiere, tomorrow on the first, chuvash, the edge of 100,000 above. and songs, well, where there are songs, there are dances, oh, let’s rock, this is the main, simplest movement that is in the dance, striping the underwear, i wanted to say prograciation, it turns out we’re just striping the underwear. the most difficult part that was for you, when you can’t feel such a huge work up close, everything time you need to run to watch it at a distance here and there, that’s why i’m fit, and the main
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quality for an actor is a long right arm, yes, the most important quality of an actor is the soul, if the actor doesn’t have a soul, the hand won’t help, and why do you need all this , tell me, well, it’s interesting, i don’t play with dolls, let’s go, the premiere, tomorrow, on the first floor, mozart on an old speedway. plays, mozart plays, the violin is played, muzart doesn’t choose his fatherland, he just plays his whole life away, oh nothing, which is always, as we know,
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our fate is... then shooting, don’t leave the maestra's efforts, do not remove your palms from your forehead, do not abandon the maestra's efforts, do not remove your palms from your forehead, somewhere at a bus stop. of course, let's say, thanks to this fate, but from the sins of our eternal homeland, the bull cannot create peace for himself, ah, nothing, which is always, as we know, our fate, then a riot. otherwise
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polma, don’t part with hope, don’t take your palms off your forehead, don’t part with hope, maestro, don’t take your palms off your forehead, our flights are short. young, miki get divorced like crazy, red camisole shmaki, patched, white wig, sleeves with lace, oh nothing, that is always, as we know, our fate, now a party, then... don’t pay
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attention to maes, don’t remove your palms from your forehead, don’t pay attention to the maestra, don’t remove your palms from alma. thank you, i’ve been wearing a jacket for many years, it’s worn out for a long time and it’s not new, and i’m calling my partner to come and... change
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the jacket, please, he imagines it like this, as soon as i try on the jacket, again in your love, lost, nothing, nothing , nothing, now i, now i'll get myself together, it's a very old song, and i'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right, right, right, thank you, i say. jokingly recut everything differently for him, it promises me new luck, the art of cutting, a joke, i was joking, and
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he seriously alters the jacket like that, he himself ... worries, what if something is wrong, such a miracle, one concern in reality, in his diligence in silence, so that i look happy, in that jacket, while... i live, he imagines it like this, as soon as i try on the jacket, again in your love, i will believe, no matter how wrong, such
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an eccentric, again your love. i’ll believe it, no matter how wrong it is, such an eccentric, twilight nature, flutes, nervous voice, late catting. on the front horse rides the emperor in a blue cauldron, a white mare with stone eyes like a crow, a red
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blanket, wings behind her back, as before the war, generals ride behind the emperor, generals, saints, covered with scars, covered in glory, but not killed, duelists in his wake, fligs-lyadjutants, their flights shine, they are all handsome, not talented, they are all poets, the sounds of the old harpsichords, the voices of the past are getting weaker, only the rhythmic clatter
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of flutes, a nervous voice, but evil hopes, the sounds are getting weaker, the smell is getting weaker, of milk and bread, hearth and smoke, somewhere under your feet and above your heads, only earth and sky, only earth and sky, only earth and sky. thank you, thank you, consoled, consoled, in a dark glass bottle, from under imported beer, a
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red rose bloomed, proud and leisurely, history. the novel, i composed little by little, breaking through as if into a fog, from prologue to epilogue, everyone writes as he hears, everyone hears him breathe, as he breathes, so he writes, not old... please, nature wanted it that way, why not our business, but for...
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a retired lieutenant, he imagined himself, everyone writes as he hears, everyone hears how he breathes, as he breathes, so he writes, without trying to please, that’s how nature wanted it. why is it none of our business, why is it not for us to judge,
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the idea is not a deception, the idea is not the point yet, let me write a novel, to the last page, while i’m still alive. red rose in a bottle, let me shout out the words that have been lying in the piggy bank for a long time, everyone writes as he hears, everyone hears as he breathes,
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conscience, nobility and dignity, here it is, our holy war, extend, extend your palm to him, for him. him, not for him the car is scary, for him, for him, for him, it’s not scary and vogon, his tall, amazing face, dedicate your short life to him. maybe,
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maybe you won’t become a winner, but at least, but at least, but at least you will die like a person, but at least, but at least, but at least you will die like a person. i will bury a grape seed in the warm earth, and kiss the vine, and pick ripe grapes, and call my friends, and set my heart to love. otherwise, why on this eternal living earth, gather
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to my guests for my treat, tell me straight to my face who i am known to you, king the heavenly one will send me forgiveness for my sins, otherwise... why do i live on this eternal earth, in my dark red my distance will be behind me, in my black and white i will bow my head before her, i will listen and die from the love of sadness, otherwise why on earth this evening? and belly, when the
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sunset begins to waver in the corners, flying in front of me again. they will swim away, a blue buffalo, a white eagle, a golden trout, otherwise why would i live on this eternal earth, a blue buffalo and a white eagle and a golden trout, otherwise why would i live on this eternal earth? thank you, thank you.
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hello, there is a news release on channel one, in the studio of maxim sherafuddinov and briefly about the main thing. the state duma is ready to consider the issue of approving the chairman of the government; the president proposed mikhail mishustin as a candidate; in the next few minutes he will begin consultations with factions. under the cover of the terminator,
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