did your family say anything about the war? do you have any legends or information? yes, this is all there, moreover, it turns out that my great-grandmother and my great-grandfather helped in the rear when they were 11, 13 years old, and my great-grandfather took part in the great patriotic war, died near konexberg and now he...

petrovna moretz, among us and god grant her new poems, a poet, artist, author of poems that everyone knows, pororebinovy ​​walked, ruby hedgehog with a hole in his right side, these are children's poems, sparkling, funny and many others like that, but young moritza, of course, also wrote poems about the war, so it is very important that we hear young poems today. smooth seaman and masha, you will read the young seaman, and you somehow, your family is somehow connected with the war, there are some stories, well, my parents didn’t tell me that much, but i remember the story, my mother told me that my great-grandmother’s brother turns out to be leonid, he went to war as a volunteer there in high school, that’s the train in which they went to war, it was bombed and you can say that he didn’t even have time to fight, that’s the story, died, yes, yes. this is also an important story, it is important

to remember those who did not return from the war, the poem by the young sailor will be read by maria vasilkova. a light flickers in the ruins, someone is alive there, holding the fire between his teeth, and there is no war, and we are leaving the bathhouse, and the world is coming, my path is so far, three miles away i smell of a living piece of the farm. i step like a pure mother, i almost fall asleep as i walk, and the sound of the tram silvers my sleep, and the bath bundle is silvered, the stripes and silver of the universe, and there is no war, and we are leaving the bathhouse, i am 8 years old and my path is like this it’s far away, and we won’t get on the tram for anything, because after the bath we’re not lousy again, and the world will welcome the whole world. are alive and will now live

for 100 years, and the world is pleasant, my path is so far, and being poor is not dangerous for life, oh god, how scary and beautiful the light flickers in the ruined, there is another poet, very important for everyone who remembers about the war, this is from... bergolz, in recent years many books have been published about it, and many of her books, this is a person with a very dramatic fate, who survived imprisonment, repression before the war, who firmly stood on her feet. olga bergoltz is known for the fact that she remained in besieged leningrad, we even mentioned this today, because it was she who preserved this unusual image of anna andreevna akhmatova, who goes on air defense duty and sews.

sandbags, well, for olga bergols herself it was an everyday job, she worked on the radio, she later published a lot of materials about it, and orly poems. bergolz, the blockade notebook and not only, are very famous and very important, we will also hear them today, and i, as is our custom, will ask katya, you will read olga bergols, and what is your family’s story about the war, yes, there is one story, very simple, for me, when the war started, my great-grandmother was about 18 years old, but she was very young, she is the eldest child in a large family with many children. they lived in the oryol region, in a village, in their house, in the hut, the germans lived, and they were in sarai with their family, they told me all the time that they were fed there, they were given food, somehow they were treated well, and young girls then they collected them

and sent them to germany to work, here’s mine grandma was also supposed to be taken away, and as my mother tells me, it was early spring, they were taken somewhere towards kursk along... in the house where i lived for many years, from where i left in the winter of the siege, in the evenings again in the windows light, it is pinkish, festive, elegant, looking at the former three of my windows, i

remember, there was a war here, oh, how we were darkened, not a ray, everything was getting dark, everything was getting dark in the world, then the owner didn’t knock on the door, as if the way forgot to his apartment, where he is still unconscious, what the last roof overshadowed, no, i don’t i know who now lives in those rooms where you and i lived, who knocks on the same door in the evening, who hasn’t changed the bluish wallpaper, those? the most chosen ones a long time ago, i recognized them from the street through the window, there are even small children there, someone young is always in love, only very good news is now brought here

by postmen, only very faithful friends come here for a noisy holiday, i want it so much, so that someone can be happy, where i was in immeasurable poverty, take possession of everything that i did not get, everything that i gave to the war, but if suddenly such a day comes, the quietest snow and twilight flickering, and it begins to burn, catching me everywhere with a blissful memory, and i can’t cope with it without knocking, i’ll come to my house and stand on the threshold, ask, well, i’ll ask what time it is , or water like in a war on the road, then you don’t judge my coming, answer me with trust and

participation, because i came to my home, i remember everything, and i believe in our happiness, the conclusion of our today’s episode of the literary podcast, let them not say, let read, we'll talk about arseny alexandrovich torkovsky, he also had a unique fate, because he fought as a poet, as he himself later said, he... worked, served, or rather, he was a guard, a captain, served in the editorial office of the front-line newspaper combat alert, that is, he too was right on the front line, more than once, he was seriously wounded, lost a leg in the war, but it is important that he wrote

poems, well, like newspaper poems, he had his own vasily terkin there, only his name was ivan khvatov, so brave exemplary soldier, military... the mentality, for example, shocks me a poem from the year sixty-two, a field hospital, which begins like this: the table was turned towards the light, i was lying upside down, like meat on a scale, my soul was beating on a thread, and i saw myself from the outside and so on, no one wrote about that, what happened after being wounded in a field hospital, torkovsky has newspaper poems and non-newspaper poems, panislavna and i love this very much. yes, and i, well, yes, i just took a poem by arseny darkovsky,

a butterfly in a hospital garden, this poem was written in 1945, in general yes, it belongs to poems that are dedicated to or talk about war, but there are such amazing words there, believe in beauty, yes, believe in miracles, on the contrary, that’s the contrast itself, that this was written in a hospital by a man, i was just like... it struck me, and i live with this poem, i love it, now i’ll read it, although of course for some reason i’m very worried, it’s clear that the students are worried, they’re first year, and i’m kind of already an adult, but somehow i’m very responsible to the students , well, how to actually read in front of everyone, but maybe because this is one of my favorite poems, and arseny torkovsky, a butterfly in the hospital garden, forty-fifth year. flying from shadow to light, she herself and the shadows are the light, where

was she born like this, almost devoid of signs, she flies, crouching, she must be from china, there are no others like her here, she is from those distant years, where a small drop of azure, like the blue sea in her eyes, she swears forever, never keeps her word, she can barely count to two, she doesn’t understand anything, she reads two vowels out of the whole alphabet, and oh and the name of a butterfly is a drawing, she can’t pronounce it, and why should she be at peace, she is like a simple mirror, please don’t fly away, oh my lady to china, don’t, don’t look for china from... flying color, soul, why do you need china, oh my

colored lady, please don’t fly away, i tell you, our dear interlocutors, as always, with pleasure, dear friends, i am larisa guzeeva. let's get married, good afternoon, today the brides are olesya, antonina and anastasia, and our groom is ivan. ivan, 35 years old, assistant captain on a sea vessel, lives in astrakhan, is proud that he has visited 22 countries of the world, dreams of going to traveling on a cruise ship as a passenger, he admits that he rarely takes off his socks; while ivan was sailing the sea, his wife managed to divorce him and get married. for another man, ivan’s new chosen one will never be the owner of a short haircut, a masculine profession and easy

behavior, and a liberated girl with a deep neckline, thin ankles and bright red lipstick can easily claim the role of his life partner. hello, hello guys, nice to see you, give you flowers, thank you. for everything parameters, you described the girl, the woman of your dreams, like this, thin ankles, deep neckline, red lipstick, i can’t yet somehow compare, but a woman of easy virtue should look like that, that’s how she should look, what’s the difference, the difference in behavior, a woman of easy virtue is a woman for everyone. as i think, and a woman who, you can sort it out in 15 minutes, will come like this with

a neckline and lipstick, and then you will somehow take her away, and the boys will help you take her away, it’s possible, that is, she should look at you, but not on others, yes, this is it especially distinctive, he practically described me, if only not for red lipstick, as you said, it was necessary with red lipstick, it was necessary to blend completely into red, to blend in, how much do you have? months will find some petya, that ’s the problem, that’s why i’m on the project, it’s hard to find, well, ivan, i don’t know, but it seems to me that no one needs such a person anymore, with three children, just like that, you know, you’ll leave him without money in communal apartment, well, just so that she could also work part-time on stairs, soap in the entrance, but so that she would be busy from morning to nights, well, seriously, maybe there

is such a cutlet there that she is ready to make some kind of concessions, right? i worked for 3 years on shore, then i thought that the salaries here were not serious and retrained as a sailor, went to the correspondence school to get a second education, and became a sailor already in the process of living together, that is, initially i never could have imagined that they knew from school education, got married, gave birth to a child, two of them, and say: “darling, everything is so good with us, it will be even better, i’m leaving for a flight, wait

me and i’ll come back, blah blah blah,” she says: “what happiness”? i’ll at least sleep and read, so how long are you leaving? well, then you left in different ways, from four to 6 months, she met you right there borscht, cutlets made from mashed potatoes, yes, dried fruit compote, well, in a human way, of course, plus there is anyway, haven’t seen each other for a long time, missed each other, and how it’s kisses, hugs, the candy-bouquet period all over again, one might say, everything is new, but if we love each other, like without this love for 7 months, i don’t understand,

you, too, from a legan somewhere, would think that this is unchangeable, well, yes, van, well, yes, well, well, so vital, you know, but you would think that this has nothing to do with love, here’s ivanochka, come, and she ’s like such a snow maiden there, well, yes, i admit, i wasn’t the kind of man you wouldn’t want to leave, so to speak, in general, in more detail, in more detail, at that time i had little idea of ​​what women were, what they were even needed for , but we were 16 when we started dating and... that’s when we’re already two children, that’s when she became cold towards you, well , like a wife and a wife, as far as i can remember, she was always with me, and it’s like that a woman needs to be constantly surprised with something, given gifts, pleased with everything else, somehow i didn’t think about it at that time, she’s leaving, and she has two children, she needs some kind of outlet, yes, well, she’s been on a spree since she was 16, if she hasn’t seen anyone except him, then the children

have probably grown up, she needs attention, i can say that i got to know women better just when i became a bachelor; alone, second, third. no, but you yourself suggested it to her, yes, well, this, such a light option, you kind of live together, yes, but she can be more free until you get some exercise, it was in my head, so to speak, well, it appeared someone, okay, i also have a mistress at home, well, now i’ll go for a walk, she ’ll go for a walk, i’ll go on a flight, we’ll just miss you, everything will go back to normal, but it turned out to be a little wrong, woman, if they leave, then they leave, we were worried, yes , of course, they tried to return it, no, why not, well, the thing is that when i returned from the flight, she had already married someone else.

the divorce rate among sailors is higher than among people ; well, it is the same among representatives of earthly industries, but it takes 6-7 months of sailing. three times higher than that of representatives of industries on land. there are two reasons: either the husband is not at home all the time, or the husband...