about who died, who disappeared, well, someone else remained, well, there is no light, no, no, i will soon disappear too, we don’t know what will happen, maybe there will be light, there won’t be, everyone knows about themselves that he knows about himself that while life is interesting, then, when it’s not interesting, then that’s it, suffering sharpens talent, well, that is , some factors that sharpen feelings, as long as they are present, a person develops, his creativity, art develops, when all this stops everything, and this is not someone.

yes, from the outside you always know better, well, yes, that’s for me the same thing says that i can come help you write the script, you see, don’t bother anyone, you will dictate, and i will write it down, sing a song, then...

oh, give it to me there!

excuse me, but how can i see the priest? father sergei is always forcing himself on me , too, what a fool, there is such a person, he forced me to carry a cross for easter, and it is very heavy, and in general i am not a very fashionable physical person, i took this cross and a lot of people followed me coming.

he calls all the time, i don’t communicate with him anymore, i hope that we will make a film about you, here in general, half of it is already there, in my opinion, there are so many topics left that have not yet been covered, but preparations for the anniversary will be made at some point or at the last moment. you will have the material, i’ll soon fall asleep, that’s enough, let’s fall asleep, there’s a lot of things that are far-fetched and unspoken, you can’t do that, you can’t fall asleep ahead of time, maybe it’s just time, it’s not an idea to act in a movie, on your own, it’s simple, in fact, only learn words. we've arrived.

he's there, can you go get him? my star is always with me, my star burns inside and tells me, hello, valera, hello, where is lisa? wait a little, just a little longer, we

have a long way to go. road, my star sounds, but i killed my brother, its fire is in me, but its light does not illuminate it, soon all my stars will change. they warm me, she leads me into the field, and she will never tell me, she will not

hope for a miracle, she will give me drops of light. this won’t give anyone warmth, and i love her for it lisa, i’m behind you, and i love you, now, i have money, go away, i said, hello, the fact that i came in still doesn’t answer me.

so the last one swims by, all the demons, all the whales, seeing a star, cry bitterly, she doesn’t warms no one, she... gives no light to anyone, she leads everyone to their cherished goal and says:

forgive me, goodbye, i’m leaving this land, i repeat. every time the same story, how the infection flies away from me, no, this is all no good, if it’s not difficult for you, let’s cut off this guy.

hello, i’m dmitry bak, right here we have the next episode of a literary podcast, which is called, as you remember, let them not talk, let them read, today we will talk and... read poems by anna andreevna akhmatova. anna andreevna akhmatova was born on june 23 - in such a wonderful season -

the season of white nights in 1889 - this year she turns 135 years old. 135 years of her eternal journey in our hearts, in our books, in our thoughts. we will talk about this today with wonderful guests. people's artist of russia, actress of the vakhtangov theater yulia ilyinishna rutberg. hello, yulia, with the philologist, art historian, a person who has been very involved in the poetry of the silver age, vera vladimirovna kolmykova. hello, vera. hello. well, akhmatova appears in st. petersburg, in tsarskoye selo, here is her debut, the beginning of the tenth years, pre-war time. something? played the most important role, which amazed everyone, akhmatova’s appearance, yes, many

are amazed, her involvement in different areas, either her unusual poems, or her prophetic gift, they talk a lot about this, yes, she writes about it herself, yes, that i can smell the water by the blue sea endlessly, yes, its sleepwalking, the mystery that shocked everyone in these, probably, first four books, the evening... all anna andreevna, that’s how she behaved, and then reading, going out of the scene of stray dogs,

reading poetry, she could stand on the bridge or walk a wheel, because she was absolutely gutsy, thin and beautiful, she was a queen, she had absolutely no complexes, she was somehow, you know , a witch, that’s all she did, she, she gave it some kind of ritualism, you know, this is a special meaning, yes, some kind of purpose for the feeling in her. read by young modern actresses, students of the moscow art theater school. let's give the floor to sofya

loginova. oh, i didn't lock the door, no i lit a candle, you don’t know how tired i was, i didn’t dare to lie down, watch the stripes go out, the pine needles in the sunset, getting drunk with the sound of a voice similar to yours, and knowing that everything was lost, that life was a damned hell. oh, i was sure that you would come back. ver, what can you say, after all, here is the debut, myths, plots, mystery, and so on, but the poems themselves too, 1910, gumilyov brings gumelvitsa, this is yuri verkhovsky’s witticism, from a honeymoon trip from paris, brings it to june of the tenth year and begins to get to know everyone. how is she looks, thin, pale, quiet

, modest, speaks little, sickly, in general, absolutely such an absolute creature, about whom they speak down in letters to each other, this is the tenth year, yeah, then the first book comes out in the twelfth year, evening, right away this explosion begins. that is, first there were poems, and then everything else began. another thing is that she got stronger very quickly. and she became stronger, of course, thanks to gomilyov’s support, because in her personal life, her personal life was very uneven.

russian philologists, they write huge works, the book by yakhimbaom even with himself, here it is, the fact that every poem by akhmatovo is a compressed novel, bryusov was the first to say this, uh-huh, well, this is like a plot from the life of a woman, but it turns out that way, it’s not always women, no, no, not necessarily women, just a novel, these are simple poems or complex,

complex, complex, complex, in order to read akhmatova and she was, how to say, perceptible, in her complex poems, you need to find great simplicity, you need to tell a story, it’s secret there, i agree that this is difficult, not simple, well, let’s take the most textbook, clasped her hands under a dark veil, she’s pale for something today, because i got him drunk with the tart furnace of sadness, here the complexity begins when she says he’s drunk, that is, there’s someone third, someone fourth already, who says why are you dishonest today?

takes it off, yes, apparently, this is on purpose, she regrets it later, and what happens is this man, who entered there full of love, received a portion of tart sadness for unknown reasons, he staggered out, then pulled himself together and said: “don’t stand.” on petra, everything is in okay, don’t stand in the wind, what’s the matter, yes, he ran after them, without touching the railing, yes, but she regrets it, that is, these are really two volumes, of course, but from here the main thing is also taken out, why she did it, this is a game , this is betrayal, this, this would be written about in a novel, when we don’t have prose from the novel, then the reader completes this reason for himself, you know, in general, in her poems very

often, she says that she rights, and not someone, well, yes, insists that all actions, everything, yes, for example, neither weeks, months, years have been parting, now, finally, the chill of real freedom and a gray crown over your temples, there are no more betrayals, no more betrayals, and until the light of day you don’t listen to how the stream of evidence flows? incomparable to my rightness, that is, no matter what happened to her with someone, she still really loved to insist that she had an unhappy love, it was very funny that it seemed to us, this myth is not very convincing, and so on we started looking at a huge number of likes there, novels, husbands and so

on, everyone reciprocated her feelings, another the thing is... she’s also a stranger, also a bosheleyka, a special case, i’ll just remind you what lines are meant here: half-nun, half-harlot, and my husband caught me twice as patterned.

how to read her poems, somewhere very pushkin, and somewhere very dantean, listen, and this is a good contrast, yes, dante is more monumental and structural, lighter, yes, yes, these are the two pillars of which she considered them unsurpassed and so on, so she idolized them, yes, she worshiped them, remember, our dear interlocutors, pushkin and dante, two poles, between which... oscillates, maneuvers, i was 13 years old, as expected, at the age of an akhmatova high school student, a reader of the first book, i opened it, started reading, immediately

got there, the only thing was that there was a problem, i couldn’t understand why there dark-skinned youth, the fourth poem, that we have a strong taste, let’s take a pause, well, such an experiment, now there are 3 seconds of silence, and you, like... pushkin after the pause, i’m telling you, of course, she was delighted with the action manderstam, who learned italian in order to read danta aligheri in the original, she believed that

this was such an unthinkable act, but at the same time, i want genius for you, she has a comic poem, i generally really love akhmatova, where there is humor, because, as practice has shown, she is considered only no one comes to her for joy, only breaks, expenses, breakups, that’s her. it’s a little bit different from all this, but she has a wonderful poem, which is very rarely heard, but it’s like that, not a god , but i really like it, i don’t believe in telephones for a long time, i don’t believe in radio, in the telegraph, i have my own laws for everything, and i can howl with a clothed temperament, but i can dream of anyone, and i don’t need to fly to that one, find myself anywhere, conquer any height. you see, this is also anna andreevna akhmatova. magic night, on a dream ship to the future.

borus alley 2024. live broadcast from st. petersburg. june 28. on the first. well, now the same young poems. i love to drive away the merry wasps from your green eyes, on the road the bell rang,

we remember this light ringing, i will sing you, so that you do not cry, a song about the evening of separation, it seems to me

that the reign of nicholas, she was born actually before the khrushchev thaw, yes, two revolutions, a civil war, the first, yes, the first world war, which means the great patriotic war, repressions, more repressions, yes, complete oblivion and incredible worship, here she is all this, she comprehended it all, she has...

everyone, i can only say one thing, that anna andreevna, if we talk about dante, yes, she has amazing short lines, yes, when she speaks, there was a long , uvrat heavy hell, but it was quiet and dark in hell, oh, even the devil doesn’t need me, where will i go? or she has lines, i grant forgiveness to everyone, on the resurrection of christ, those who betrayed me in love, kiss, and not betrayed in the mouth, it seems to me that from rani akhmatovo, who is beautifully great and so on, and although she acted as a non-commissioned officer dasha flogged herself and said that she was stupid, but then empty, this is her attitude towards herself, because the poems there are magnificent, beautiful, and

what drama... long and beautiful, i come back, licks my palm, a fluffy cat, purrs touching, the fire lights up brightly, on the turret of the lake sawmill, only occasionally the silence cuts through, the cry of an icefish flying onto the roof, and if you knock on my door, it seems to me that i won’t even hear it, but here it is,

in akhmatova’s work, in my opinion, this is twenty the first year, the death of blok, the death of gumelev, yes, and other events that akhmatova makes a very difficult choice, her next collection is just the collection of annu domini, this is not just the summer of the lord, but anno

the year, summer, here the name is anna . yes, yes, of course, this book contains in the title twenty-first year, came out in twenty-two , and there are completely different notes, akhmatova too, well, it’s like she makes her choice, and it’s very difficult, she doesn’t go, well, directly cooperate with the authorities, like bryusov or blok, yes, in what - in a sense, but she occupies a completely special position, yes, an ashtray is a spittoon, silence will soon follow, yes, you know, everything didn’t come right away either, because when gumilyov was in london, she wrote to him that - i would like to come, arrange this for me, uh, you will be a real friend, yes, ah, that is, she wanted to go there, and she probably had some kind of intention, maybe, yes, an intention, but it remained an intention, because then she made a decision, it’s all in her poems, she stayed in russia forever, how to say , experienced everything that

she experienced, and it was conscious. a conscious, clear choice, it must be said about it, i’m afraid to reproduce something inaccurately, not with those who threw the earth, the earth into disarray. i will wash your hands, i will take the black shame out of my heart, i will cover the pain, the defeat of insults with a new name, but indifferently calmly, with my hands i closed rumor, so that

the sorrowful spirit is not defiled by this unworthy speech, uh-huh, well, here it stands, as if everything had been scattered, betrayed, sold, why did we get light, that ’s what we poor people thought, but this is an early book, yes... this theme of renunciation, the theme, as it were, it arises in the white flock, it does not immediately appear in your house, it is still in the white flock, that is, the poet must be open to the world, life gives, sends new challenges, the poet reacts to them, the requiem is for the rupture of the aorta, and she splashes it out and not in vain, she writes about this woman who said, and you can describe this, i said.

the explosion of the aorta and the words that she chose, it seems to me that at this moment akhmatova is a solid person, a solid woman, when they tell her about arrogance, that she treated her son badly, how she

put him in the chest, and here i am with gumilyov something happened, you understand, when she touched leva to such an extent, and then yes punina, she wrote to stalin and the first time they were released, she was ready to stand. in these crosses, she's like a demon, i renounced, yes, she's in at some point she renounced everything, she really was, as i feel, ready to do everything to keep the boy alive, you know, the more terrible their relationship after, and her fate, and what a contrast there is again, not even, but what a new eon, yes, a new turn, because this is the same woman, the same poet who wrote about the swan, black.

russian folk, it has everything, well, like twelve, and this is the poem, one of the parts of this poem looks just like a love poem, a stone word fell on my still living chest, nothing, because i was ready, i’ll cope with this somehow, i have a lot to do today, i need to completely kill my memory, i need to...

i’ve been listening to this for satanic years, and so what they feel like it’s such an akhmatova, and there’s lyricism in it, terrible, nightmare, yes, lyricism, you’re still suddenly in this poem there’s such love for these people, such pity, not only for yourself, but there’s a lot of it writes about herself, suddenly she unites everyone, you see, this was something for me too.

the feeling of history as living and happening now, but mandelstam did not have this sharpened nerve of the current private life, well, there are poems about the unknown soldier, great.

works against russia. global consequences of the ukrainian conflict, humanitarian crisis, worsening food crisis and fear and nuclear disasters. zelensky signed an agreement with him for 1.1 billion, old tanks to ukraine, in their place our american ones. with the american scheme, corruption, this is his mission, so his wife is directly by the negotiator, against the backdrop of billions of dollars in expenses, they were caught directly in corruption. there was lobbying for digital companies, lobbying for airlines. defendants or to save his wife, he is ready to do anything. sanchez

meets soros. trump, by the way, showed him, this is your place there, yes, that is, he did not talk to him. and trump knows that this is a person from the us democratic party. absolutely aimed at the destruction of europe. pedro sanchez, rare pedro. dolls of the heir tutti. tomorrow on the first. long time no see. the dragon missed you you.

it's better to do it in a good way, hop in, fiction from june 28, on fridays, on the first. also, of course, we can’t help but touch on two topics, they are also, well, either mythological, or standard, or risky, well, let’s talk about it, after all, zhdanov’s decree, 1946, yes, about a star, magazine . star leningrad, akhmatov and zoshchenko, the main victims, the main objects

of murderous criticism, offensive, vile and so on, but still, what was in it, why akhmatova, well, is she so dangerous to the soviet regime, or was it just a reason to rein in the magazines, yes, after the war, and the half-nun, half-harlot, well, from the altar, yes, but you know, she wrote in ancient times, about now... inaccurate quote, she wrote that i don’t understand, this is how the reaction to the fact that happened, why such a great country that managed not only to stop, but to defeat fascism? it was necessary to collect all the tanks to drive across the chest of one fragile woman, she just, well, how can i say, she had to be put in her place by a demonstrative flogging, zoshchenko generally went crazy, just in fact, after that, yes, but she didn’t,

of course, this is the forty-sixth year, this is a terrible time, her most important challenge, she absolutely remained herself, a beggar, beggary is a demonstrative story, yes, such an absolute one, poetic and human, well, this shlovsky wrote in the twenties that human destiny has become a trick, this is about her, uh, unhealthy, and what’s more, it’s not health, she didn’t bring it on herself in the fifteenth year, well, yes, it all grows over the years, but take away the child and friend, child, friend was imprisoned three times.

she treated me very well, she said: yuli, i’m warning you, very carefully, understandably, you know, akhmatova is one of those people, she’s like tsvitaeva, she’s like bulgakov, yes, here’s gogol, she influences us, yes, and not just influences , wants to ban, just like alexander sergeevich pushkin, firstly,

they give signs, and akhmatova gives some signs, she enters, she does not enter, she covers up, allows, it can happen to someone.

literary device, this is what she did, that is, her life was a continuation of poetry, and of course, everyone understood this, everyone who came into contact understood, everyone who lived, but you know, in fact, not only life was a continuation, but what it programmed in poetry, that’s what you said, absolutely precisely, then later it happened to her in many ways, she brought about her future tragedies, she programmed them, well, in them she became stronger at the same time, yes, well, she herself wrote that she was stronger. yes, she, she wrote that it was precisely this - so to speak, this fortitude that she cultivated, that's the point, it all started with a poet, who seems to be writing there about gloves and wearing a skirt, but a narrow one to make it seem even weirder, yes, then it turns out that this is...