it is unlikely that alexander nikolaevich vertinsky could have imagined that such an evening was possible when, more than 100 years ago, grand duke alesan mikhalovich climbed aboard the passage to leave his native land. in november 1920 idva. the ship left the port of sevastopol, vertetsky realized the error of his emigration and all these unbearably long years that he was destined to live far from home, he would feel deceived, orphaned, he dreamed of returning here at any cost, above the pink sea, get up... the moon fell, turned green in the ice

a bottle of wine, and the lovers circled around... to the plaintive rock, patois guitars.

listen, oh, how long ago it was, the same sea, and the same wine, it seems to me, even the muses. even, listen, listen, it seems to me, even, no, you are mistaken, friend, yes... dear, we

lived on a different planet then, we were too tired, we were too old, and for this waltz. and for this guitar.

once a cheerful company poured into the parisian restaurant where bertinsky worked, just before closing, and belokury, a young man, an englishman, asked for musicians to perform one russian piece that he heard at a party, he somehow sang the tune, and vertinsky recognized his tango magnolia. after the speech, the englishman was simply shocked to find out. that this was the same vertinsky, so he invited the artist to dinner. the next day, vertinsky appeared at the most luxurious restaurant in paris, but could not say the name of his new friend, and he pointed to him in the hall, and mithradhotel’s face depicted sacred horror. do you know who this is , he said in a subdued whisper. no, frankly admitted vertinsky, unhappy, but this is the prince of suela. in banana-lemon

singapore in a storm. when the ocean sings, cries and drives in the dazzling azure, a birdy caravan, in a banana-lemon singapore in a storm, when there is silence in your heart, your eyebrows are dark blue frowning, the food is alone in melancholy.

and the heart is not warmed without the love of fire, sweetly fading to the cries of a parrot, like a wild magnolia in bloom, you cry in this, that our song is sung, and this summer somewhere has flown away into a dream, there, there in lemon singapore in a storm, when under the wind breaks the banana, you crawl all night

yellow skin, under the screams of monkeys, in banana-lemon singapore in a brown wrist. and ringing rings, magnolia in tropical azure, you love me, it was october 1917. the first serious theater season in vertinsky's life. on october 25, moscow was decorated with huge posters for vyartinsky’s benefit. returning home after the concert, he heard the sound of gunfire. the revolution was beginning. 2 days after the october events of 1917

, 300 coffins stood in the large church of the ascension on nikitskaya, funeral services were held for cadets killed in the streets moscow. i don’t know why, and who needs this, who sent them death, without a trembling hand, only so mercilessly, so evil is not necessary. but they were lowered into eternal peace, the cautious spectators silently wrapped themselves in fur coats, and some

woman with a distorted face kissed the dead man on his livid lips and threw the priest with a wedding ring, they threw christmas trees at them, kneaded them with dirt, they went among the ladies to the noise of pushing , that the couple would have put an end to it without... the idea that we would soon begin to starve, and no one thought of it, it’s just get down on your knees and tell these boys that

in a mediocre country, even light. feats are only steps into endless abysses, towards the inaccessible. spring, i don’t know why, and who needs it, who sent them death, with an unshaking hand, only so mercilessly, so evil... and unnecessary, they were lowered into eternal rest.

during the first years of emigration, in one of the romanian cafes, vertinsky listened to the famous violinist, king of the gypsy genre vlade. he played a sorosat concerto, his violin had such an unusually thick, passionate sound, tender, plaintive, as if crying, a beautiful lady at a table near the stage looked at him with wide eyes, tears were rolling down her checks, vertinsky was delighted and asked his friend to tell him about this man, he said a brilliant stapler, but as a person, complete crap, you see the woman at the table is his wife silvia tosca. she was once a famous actress and an unattainable star, but for his sake she gave up everything, ruined her

life, and he beats her, and in front of everyone, and even in the face when he’s drunk or when he’s out of sorts, she loves him. vertinsky’s eyes darkened, he silently listened to his friend, the lines of a new song were already playing in his head. after 3 years, vladeska and his wife will come to his performance in berlin, and he will perform a song: sorosat concert, it will be a public execution. the owner will rush backstage with her face twisted in pain , shouting: “you killed me, i understood everything, i swear never again, and burst into sobs.” my lover, a violinist, he is gray-haired. and the hunchback is wildly jealous of me, doesn’t like to beat me,

but when he plays sorosat’s concerto, my heart sings like a bird. he's alphonse calling, he knows secrets, knows how to make a zero out of a woman, but when his flagoulets yearn, he is a divine prince, he is in love. he crumpled me, broke me, robbed

me of impersonality, he managed to turn me into a background deluxe, and he’s not young for a long time, he’s long been indecent, my short one. you have a jacket with a slight smell, a tired face and a caretaker’s manner, i have become careless and lazy. is it possible to mock so bitterly, so evilly? is it possible

to trample the gray with my heels when i am suffering from the caresses of loutish people, suddenly i will cry quietly in the corner, no... for me it will play out the end. arrt srasate, from which the soul will fill with blood.

into an ugly, unnecessary, sick, pot-bellied, hateful, despising self. i will forgive him everything for the concert, for the seedlings, frantically, madly and sickly, they love!

for someone who can command a crowd in a tavern, the scene is already a relaxing pleasure. vertinsky clearly realized that no matter how he was, he was in demand abroad, here he would forever remain a restaurant singer, an attribute of the feast. a russian person who has lost his homeland no longer feels the distance. since you don’t live at home, does it really matter where? pertinsky decides to leave paris in the fall of 1934, the lafayet passage takes him to america.

the last time i saw you so close , you disappeared into the streets. i dream in the hangouts of san francisco the lelovy negor gives you monto the last time i saw you so close the flights of the streets the bus driver ran to me in the hangouts of san francisco the lelovy negor serves you serves you serves you serves you monto serves you ponto serves ponto cold where

are you now who kisses your fingers where did your chinese guy go? after the bolsheviks seized power, the poetess nadezhda tefi wrote: there are drunken days in the history of peoples, they must be experienced, it is impossible to live in them, then vertinsky writes a comic song based on her poems, a black dwarf, very

creepy in its truthfulness, your black. the black dwarf kissed your feet, he was with you, so affectionate and so sweet, he collected all your rings, your earrings, brooches in a chest. he kept all your rings, your earrings, brooches, he kept them in a chest.

but on a terrible day of sadness and anxiety, your dwarf suddenly got up and grew up, now he could, they kissed his feet, and he... left and took the chest,

alon left and took the chest. from a young age, kvertinsky raved about the theater, he dreamed of becoming an artist, and this dream did not leave him, he set off to conquer moscow. stanislavsky himself, having heard his despair, categorically rejected the future artist. today i’m laughing at... myself, i so want happiness and affection, i so want a silly fairy tale, a children’s fairy tale, naive, funny, i

’m tired of the whitewash, ruddy, from the eternal tragic brushstroke, i want at least a little bit of affection so that forget this wild deception, today i laugh at myself, i so want happiness and affection, i so want to be stupid. fairy tales, children's tales about golden dreams. the first world war began. vertinsky signs up as a nurse on the ambulance train and writes “brother pero” in the name column. by the end of the service, in the train log, he had 35.00 dressings on his account. and he came up with it to himself. "who is this brother pierrot? god asks?" yes, what a character tvertinsky is - the angel on duty will answer. "well, once." rubbed and 35 thousand bandages, then multiply all this by a million and return it to him in applause, in the evening they sang in the yuga,

they buried magdalene, a circus girl, a ballerina, they saw off two friends, two in... circles, acrobats, a naked clown, the clown cried, covered his face with a glove, he was magdalena’s friend, only a friend, not a man, he cleaned her tights with gasoline, magdalena laughed. well,

what kind of a man are you, look at me, you smell like money, poor thing, pikola bombed.

at the cemetery. the snow was cleaner, bluer than the city, so we buried the circus ballerina in the valley and escaped death again. it was evening

, the mayor in the dark twilight shadow lifted his clown collar and suddenly howled, having fallen to his knees. was in animal melancholy, he loved, he was a man, he did not know that even roses, from the frost smells...

the farther vertinsky’s life took him from his native shores. the more strongly his heart sank, he, you know, somehow, in a completely childish way, wanted to go home, we are sailing oceans, plowing continents, and bringing feelings of russian melancholy to foreign countries, and we just can’t understand what is in the sympathy of someone else, only early on we disturb , but we won’t find peace, it’s time to admit that the long journey is in vain, that

it’s enough to smile, apologize somehow, that... it’s time to stop, somehow relax somewhere calmly agree that it was not to return, to understand without any brow that it is still somehow inconvenient to scold your evil mother forever in society, she blossoms and matures, reborn in the fire, and will forgive and regret you, about me. he wrote in his diary all the palm trees, all the sunrises, all the sunsets of the world, all the exoticism of distant countries, everything that i admired, i would give for one cloudiest, rainiest, tear-stained day in my homeland, far

away , where blue grows. tulepan, he is bigger, different in height, he is huge, he is angry, a giant, and i drank hot beer, i i was surprised at its depth. souls who rarely sing are beautiful, in our great wilderness,

as they rarely sing, thank you, in our great wilderness. a guitar, a simple chord, filling the space of words, i was inadvertently reminded, music, it’s like love, and i drank bitter beer, drank beer, i was surprised by the depth of my soul, how rarely i sing. it’s beautiful in our big wilderness, how rare it is to sing, thank you in our big wilderness, they laughed around someone

’s face, the guitar floated into the distance, the sailors sang about the bird who... yasnykh zhai, she has, she has glass, re-reinforced, and her servant, sit down, a parrot, huh... she opens the doors for a sailor who went to heaven, she opens the doors

for a sailor who went to heaven, it’s difficult for everyone in the world, that’s it. with just one song, and i will no longer be a poet, i want to swim away into the sea. i won’t be here anymore, i want to sail to mauri, the sailors talked about the island where the blue tulip grows, it’s

big, different in size, so huge, what an evil giant, and i drank bitter beer. i was surprised by the depth of my soul, how rarely i sing, beautifully, in our big wilderness, how rarely i sing, thank you, in our big wilderness. “vertinsky adored his daughters, i have two of them, he wrote, one’s name is bibi, and the other is nastenka. bibi was born in shanghai, nastya in moscow, they are my only great joy,

although they are terrible nokhalki and little money, but they are first, beauties, and secondly, they adore daddy, well, it’s not surprising, i spoil them only by spoiling them, and recently the youngest one became insolent and said: daddy, you’re a fool, i was shocked by such observation, he didn’t allow me to bring my daughters to his concerts, and only once. , succumbing to persuasion, agreed strongly... he regretted it when he heard dad sing about the cemetery was very closed, the girls began to grow heavy, so loudly that they had to be taken out of the hall, i had angels, they started to grow up. in broad daylight, everything that i once laughed

at now delights me, i lived noisily and joyfully repent, but my wife took everything into her hands, completely disregarding me. i had two daughters, she gave birth to me, i was against diapers starting, oh why complicate this life, but the girls crawled into my heart like kittens into someone else’s bed, but they crawled into my heart, like kittens into someone else’s bed, and now with a new one

with meaning and purpose, i, like a bird, will make my nest, and as a couple above their cradle, i am surprised in myself... i sing, my daughters, my daughters, my daughters, where are you my little nightingales, where are you nightingales?

there will be a lot of russian sunshine and light in my life until my little ones. and what is most important is that they will have a homeland, they will have a house, there will be a lot of toys, we will hang them on the christmas tree. a star, i ’ll get some kind old ladies especially for them, so that russians can sing songs to them, so that they can weave fairy tales at night, so that the years rustle quietly, so that they can’t forget their fatherhood, so that the years can be quiet,

rustled so that they could not forget their childhood, although i will age a little, but i will be young at heart, like them, and ask. i will be of the good god, who extended my sinful days, my daughters will grow up, my daughters, they will have nights, they will...

and my daughters, my disciples, will close for me. the same nightingales sleep in the cemetery. to live, to live is very difficult while you are young, you do not notice this difficulty, you are attracted to plans, dreams, so difficult and so unnecessary, distract your attention from the main thing, from the fact

that you live when all this passes, and you for many years now, and you have achieved something, something you haven’t, and how much longer to live, what? silence, silence, no one knows, here you begin to understand that you have to live, but there is nothing to live with, everything is spent, the most difficult thing is to live, just to live. day and night the heart drops a caress, day and night

the head is spinning. day and night, excited by the fairy tale, your words ring out to me, only once in a life does a meeting happen, only once by fate. the thread breaks, only once on a cold winter evening, i so want to love.

it gets colder than the evening sunset, blue, flowers are shrouded, where are you, my beloved, once upon a time? where are you, sleepy dreams? only once in a life does a meeting happen, only once does fate break a thread, only once on a cold

winter evening. i want to love so much, just once on a cold winter evening.

channel one welcomes you to the studio of the dokto program. hello, i mean, don’t be bad. the idol of the early 20th century is again arousing interest today among all ages and professions. i've got some angels, they've been there since day one. what kind of phenomenon is this? today we’ll talk to my daughters, when i hear a song, i listened to it yesterday before recording, i have a com it’s worth it, if only because... i’m also fifty dollars older than my children there, i very well understand the emotions with which your father

wrote and performed this song, but let’s still try to start over, well, starting from my period, of course conscious age, because after all, i naturally didn’t catch my dad’s youth, and until a certain age i didn’t really delve into the fact of who he was? what an interesting thing, you know, until what, i think, until about ten years old, i didn’t understand at all, well, dad and dad, dad and dad, we adored him with masha and fought for his love, and i have a very small difference, a year and a half, oh, i know what it is, i have almost the same thing, i was terribly jealous of masha nikolaevich, oh, very, you know, with my head about the refrigerator.

dolls, some kind of dolls, some kind, he, he went on tour endlessly and looked for something for us, some fur coats, somewhere, some patent leather shoes, some handbags, he treated us to us as little women, he did something to everyone, some, some, why they dressed us the same for quite a long time, the same, some kind of hats and jackets were the same, the dresses were the same, we even said for a long time that vertinsky came with two. uh, there were twins, and when he gave, for example, a doll in pink to masha, and to me in blue, it was a reason not

to talk to him for two weeks, because i was sure that only the one you love very much will you can give a doll to someone you don’t really love, can’t stand, the one in blue, then a fight started, i took the doll away, well, it didn’t end in anything, it’s true that there was jealousy even to the men who named whom better, but to me, i thought. i hated him in my name, not that i hated him, you see, at our school every nanny was nastya, so when nastya, i shuddered like that and immediately turned around, not me, but not a single nanny marianna was at school, then at all it wasn’t, in my opinion, in moscow, well, that’s what they called you , and not in moscow, but what i saw, i like it, i like my younger years, when my father was there, there are several photographs of the book. books that remained, photographs of his youth, and he was so degree similar, he reminded me all the time, so

i just had some kind of tenderness for him , he coped with it, you know what the main thing is in all this, when avdoti asked me, this is what main feature i would single out in alexander nikolaevich, i said immeasurable kindness to people and such selflessness. immeasurable kindness , the story is rather about the search for happiness, about suffering for this kindness, that’s what’s important, because we know that kindness in our world, unfortunately, is always punishable, it’s just always, one of the scenes, you noted, in my opinion , this is just a meeting between your father and the mat.

and i’m already filming, so you’re an actress, an actress, a singer, i wonder if there is anyone in this city other than actors, artists, poets, it’s incredibly tasty, at this stupid reception there was practically no food, i predict you, you will be incredibly famous, all men the world will go onsum, why did you decide this, because how do you eat? i understand something about this, about food or about women, about that, about that, well, in my opinion, dear, yes, a wonderful meeting, they

were generally friends.

and let's see and then talk how it was, as you know, how it was, i can do it, if i have to take 3 days, excellent quality, look, the black man, he’s really completely purple, like your songs, you know my songs, all by heart, am i really someone else needed. what's happened? this is my mother's friend zinaida georgievna. lydia vladimirovna? what do your georgian relatives call you? in that case, call me.

alexander nikolaevich was practically not at home, he worked a lot in the soviet union, very much, he came, it was a holiday for everyone, absolutely, and for the first time in his life acquired a family, a house and a dacha 2 years before his death, he was terribly proud, he said, i have my own land in russia, so these evenings when they met, my mother was already studying at the institute with...

wisdom, of course, this marriage existed, well, except of course for enormous adoration, she was not only a young wife for him, a beautiful wife, she was his... a frantic admirer, you know, simply frantic, she adored alexander nikolaevich and try, just say something in front of her not that, as i understand it, alexander nikolaevich really believed that this was the only love in his life, of course, yes, yes, she has poems that begin like this, she is like an icon to me, forever forever, she looks like an eaglet that has fallen from the nest, such,

and what about creativity alexander nikolaevich was especially close to the early things or much later ones?

slightly snub nose, nastya has a straight nose, mom has an elongated one, dad also has a hooked nose, and i have a slightly snub nose, dad has a mother, here is his mother, who died when he was 3 years old, zhenya

is from skolac, and she has the same nose , like mine, dad thought that i was also waving sometimes , well, don’t fight now , we’ll take a break when we get back, i’m very interested in this period, the desire to return to the homeland, returning to the homeland, the charm of the homeland, the colossal work for the benefit of the homeland , then such a slight dissonance, because the country was changing before his eyes, this is the path you and i will walk in a few minutes, with your consent, of course, come on, stay with us, on the day of the navy, this is our fleet that stands guarding our seas borders, which means... today the whole power rejoices, i congratulate you on navy day! hurray, the team is ready to take action

on the ovral, raise the periscope. the chikyan fleet solves the problem of ensuring military security in the asia-tehil region. the winged caliber complex is capable of striking. we simply cannot do without a fleet, in no era we could not do without a fleet, the navy has become such a demonstration of the economic military. the power of the country, guys, in twos, the marine corps, it performs tasks in three elements, this is on the ground, on the water, from the air, no matter how scared you are, you struggle, you go, because you know that people are waiting there, tomorrow is the first day, they are required in the crime department new employees, and you know,

detective syndrome from monday on the first, a simple case, a nose and a zest, everything we love, we talk about fate, about the biography, about the history of alexander nikolaevich vertensky, now in the studio in this story is happening, because you both are here, you remember your mother too. father, and your attitude, i'm right

i feel it, i think i will pass it on to our viewers, who may understand more of what happened in your life, in his life, than it can be shown in any series, you were born in shanghai, i was born in shanghai in forty-three, that’s for me it was surprising that after success in the united states of america, where bunin and chaliapin were waiting for him, he... even there had an affair with a very famous actress, yes, he suddenly changed his life completely and completely left for china, not only that, i know that he was negotiating, so careful about the possibility of returning, they ended well even in '37, but then the war came, and it was amazing to me that the family returned here in '43, yes, at the very height of the war, the war. but they told you how

it was, where they arrived, where they settled, who met them, these are very interesting, alexander nikolaevich received permission to return in the year thirty-six, thirty-six after all, he didn’t go for what reason we don’t know, we can only guess when he met his mother, when he was born masha, when he had a complete family, then he, he always wanted. he didn’t like america, despite the huge success in america, he was offered contracts in america, he said that this was not his way at all, there were a huge number of russian people in shanghai at that time, and he still wanted to sing for the russians people, you know.

period, i can only express my opinion, because it seems to me that firstly, he had nostalgia, as if, it was generally his muse, he recalled kiev in detail, he recalled in detail his childhood, moscow, it was a memory his heart, and since, after all, you see, he was a poet, and a poet is not only an artist, he also hears some other sounds, then of course this one. the image that beckoned him, it was persistent with him, it tormented him, he wanted to return to his homeland, and he received this happiness here, he was happy as an artist, but he hardly knew it. of course, although maybe someone told him that artyom sergeev, stalin’s adopted son, uh, remembered that once stalin played records, the conversation started, everyone said that they really, really liked leshchenko, pyotr leshchenko, and vertinsky, asked stalin, we answered that

it was also good, but leshchenko is better, to which stalin said, there are people like leshchenko, but there is only vertinsky, you know, and there was a play in our theater. and staged by evgeniy simonov, he was invited, invited to the theater of his son artyom, and my mother was sitting in the front row, i played some role there, and after that he told my mother, you know, i have one note that, which from my father about your husband, my mother later talked to him, became friends, he came to us. mom has this note in our archives, but there is another legend, when your father wrote a song about

stalin, stalin listened to it and said that it was written by an honest man, but there is no need to perform it, no need, yes, you know, about stalin, it’s very interesting, because stalin is at night.. . listened to vertinsky, he didn’t sleep, you know, stalin, he wasn’t traveling, you know, vertinsky was his travel agency, you know, he traveled with him to some exotic cities, he served monto with him, that is. it was an exotic world that stalin never knew, the lelovs he definitely didn’t see blacks, let’s remember bananas in lemon singapore, while understanding that there is one thing, in my opinion, there are no bananas in singapore. they say this and there are no lemons, in any case, dad came up with a lot, banana -lemon singapore in a buoy, when the ocean sings, cries, icons in the dazzling meadow of birds,

yes, it was written in the year thirty-two, if i’m not mistaken, in paris, yes , yes. that is, were you doomed to become actresses or how did that happen? they watched us, after all , many artists from our father came to our house vakhtango theater, from mkhat, maly theater, dad was very friendly with the young people, and there were a lot of people, then they followed this, as the family stayed, mom, mom started filming the bird, then he filmed nastya.

which he couldn’t give him for the songs, yes, he gave it for this, let’s remember this small role, you hear, hear, these are the angels of god who are looking for your souls, this is a miracle of salvation,

accept it, all grace. it is clear that when any desire is fulfilled, especially such a passionate one as returning to one’s homeland, frustration inevitably sets in, well, as if it had already been achieved, i understand that your father devoted himself entirely to work, you just mentioned yourself, a huge number of tours, which, but times were cancelled, so the stalinist era was replaced by the era of revelations. here is one of the quotes that we have today from your father’s book, everyone walks around with their oatmeal and grabs everything they need in it... you need to spit on the rest, their whole psychology is oatmeal, and you can even die, he doesn’t give a damn, in

at best, these friends will come to you for a drink vodka at any moment for a memorial service at the hour of death, it is very difficult to live in our country, and if the thought of you and the children had not kept me going, i would have either poisoned myself or shot myself long ago, look at this story with stalin, what a disaster, now in the fortieth year of the revolution, a dilemma arises: what were we fighting for? is everything fake? vile, untrue, all a struggle for power of one crazy maniac, did you know about such sentiments, no, of course not, well, of course we didn’t know, we were children, but you see, in general, in his memoirs you can it is very clear to trace this period of sobering up; in fact, since, like every russian intellectual, he was an idealist, this sobering up was perhaps most painful for him. he hoped that he would return to russia from russia, and to some

extent his hopes were justified, he lived happily, but how - as a poet, as a creative person, of course, this story hit him very hard, that stalin, this idol turned out to be, as a matter of fact, satraps such as it is still debating whether an idol or a satrap is simply those were the times, but that’s what we’re talking about, here... very strange rhymes, you must agree, you said that his main muse, the main white maiden, was nostalgia, so he returned, nostalgia subsided, but as you rightly said , he returned to the wrong place, not quite there, and perhaps these words are also dictated by the fact that he again began to find this muse, nostalgia, only now in an inexorable way, for that russia that will never return, it seems to me that this is even you can see him in his work, of course,

we’ll tell you what he wrote, it’s strange and indecent to know that they write about me abroad, they remember me more than in my homeland, about a million of my records are still released abroad a year, and here they still sell me under the counter at bazaars through connections, i feel sad about all this , how embarrassing it is to go and ask to be reminded of yourself, and the years go by, now i’m still a master, but soon i’ll give up everything, i’ll leave the theatrical life, it will be too late, i’ll be left with a bitter aftertaste, he loved me... and they didn’t notice him, except here this stage voice, it seems to me that he sings a little higher than

rulers, yes, he was a forbidden permitted singer, that was his fate, yeah, but he usually, what was comfortable for him in life, no, or it seems to me, in his youth he had a tenor, as they say, yeah, then his voice became more barital, of course, with age, but these... the performance is extremely different, for example, the yellow angel, when i restored his disks, i have one disk from his early recordings, there are small such in some works chamber orchestras play for him, and i asked povovich, which phonogram does he like best,

let's go back to his youth, back in russia there was another war, the first world war, as i understand it, he was an orderly in this war, it was then that he wrote an amazing one, i still just... i treasure his wonderful poems and a song about what i have to say about the death of the cadets, yes,

the death of the cadets, we will now listen to this song, and you will tell me, maybe you overheard something from him somewhere, like himself? already at a late age related to this early creativity, i don’t know why, and to whom it it is necessary, who sent their death, without a trembling hand, only so mercilessly, so evil is not necessary, but let... or their eternal peace, every time there were simply teary eyes, there were some, at least some hints , conversations in the family about his very early work about the horrors that he experienced outside the front door,

but if you look at alex nikolaevich’s repertoire, then of course there is a lot of exoticism. gorgeous women who rush in blue, spanish suiza convertibles, and such a refined part of his life, but a huge number of those characters that he has seen since childhood, this is a legless woman, a cocaine, some kind of clown who smells like a dog, some poor ballerina who dances and her mother... darns her tights, these characters are, well, at the level of dostoevsky’s characters, in general, they populate his art, of course, he could not pass by such a terrible event as the shooting of the cadets, when he performed this piece, he came out with a mourning bandage on his hand, sang this song, and

the audience, of course, was simply shocked and sobbing , it was a huge event because... they were in general, children, but he always, when he announced this song at concerts already in the soviet union, he was very strict, he was generally very minimalist, he said, the death of the cadets, he paused, a long one, and the brilliant brochis struck the first chords , he this song. why today let's go back to the studio, let's think about it,

now we have to take a break again, when we his life, his work, his personality resonate so much.

we are used to seeing mikhail zadorny on stage, at concerts or at some events, when he was in the image of what is called holding his face. he didn’t allow anyone into the family in a broad sense; it was a strictly closed territory. for the first time , we have the opportunity to see him as only those closest to him saw him. daughter and wife, perky - there were always get-togethers, and you are sitting in dad’s place, it so happened, yes, unique footage previously inaccessible to outsiders, there was this difficult period when he was being treated abroad, mikhail nikolaevich’s sister, lena, and his first wife velta, in the face of misfortune, grief , they united, the three of them lived in the same

apartment, cooked in the same kitchen and came take turns to go on duty to mikhail, the daughter turns to him. to him, realizing that he is somewhere there, and he hears her. don’t take it as a posthumous empty compliment, my father’s feelings are more important to me, more likely. at this sad moment , for some reason god needed you more. our exclusive is the family archive of mikhail zadorny. exclusive with dmitry borisov. next saturday on the first. alexander nikolaevich vertinsky, this is what resonates today, why is this? it would seem, well, most of what he did was decodance, and the images were from there, and rightly so listed a whole set of such, he has his own, as if this theater arose, such

a comedy dell'art too, and why today, because each of his songs is a short story, in each song there is a fate, a heroine or a hero, and a whole fate, it’s in such a small five minutes, seven minutes that my life passes... my father is like a great artist, he presents amazingly, but a person like him, such an artist, such a class, you will never find, because he knows how to phrase, one intonation, say it like no one else will say, that’s why it attracts people, of course, i think that, you know, he always had this kind of narrow audience, after all, verchinsky. it’s not like that, although at his concerts there was a cue ball, there was nowhere for the apple to fall, but if we talk about today, you know, obviously gradually, but

there is still some kind of craving for something different, huge, because this, if a person is standing in a temple, it doesn’t matter whether he is a bad person, good, kind, evil, rich, a criminal or a saint, the main thing... is that he is standing in a temple, it’s an icon, vertinsky is an icon of style, this is an icon from which some people want to draw something that they cannot get in modern life, you know, here again returning to the topic of nostalgia, maybe indeed in our society there is already nostalgia for some other at times, due to the very rapid changes that are happening to us, your father, he... was always at the breaking point of eras, breaking cultures, breaking characters, but here he is, he was led by fate in such a way that he himself resonated every time with events on a global scale

that happened to him in his life, maybe maybe today the same thing resonates in us, maybe we so want, well, at least some kind of sympathy for ourselves, a shelter, at least some kind of road there, and not yet, when you talk about the silver age about decadence, you know, this is ... they were, they carried this one of theirs, this god of theirs, they carried it, conveyed it to people, and maybe the stage now, of course, is not

associated with these words that i said, alexander nikolaevich raised it to some special height, maybe nostalgia, as you say, for this height, well, comerton is needed at any time, that’s another thing, that...

i dreamed that now, with the tones of san francisco, lilac, not... he gives you, well, a full appallet of incorrectness, whoever is there, but boner told me that when her husband handed her a coat, he always said this phrase sang, it's really funny, so

i can't say lilac. academician sakharov, who associates himself with lilac, this is funny, let's go back to the series, that's the sense, i understand that it was a very difficult decision, i did not talk to the creators, but i believe that it was a very difficult decision , who sings in the series, leave alexander nikolaevich’s phonogram cleaned up, cleaned up, or entrust it to the artist, do you think, right? the choice was made to create no, in my opinion, no, because filming about a singer of this magnitude and not hearing his voice is wrong, well, yes, but if we had left the father’s voice, then it would have been impossible to find anyone to perform it, you know, yes, you rightly said that maybe alexey filimonov is not playing your father at all,

yes, yes, i don’t even know how it’s possible... to play some such great ones, well, that is, like such magnitude, that is, it needs to be similar in appearance, to be a unique artist and also to be able to sing, this is, well, unrealistic, that is, cinema must provide some crutches, do something, but there’s one more thing, you can act napoleon, whom no one has seen, i know only from portraits, you can play tchaikovsky, because he is not an actor, but an actor can play a brilliant performer, a brilliant actor, but this is almost unthinkable, because this. there must be some kind of clearance, but you can’t be one, that’s why i don’t began to interfere, because my image of aleksan nikolaevich is too familiar, and it seems to me that the fact that avdoti shot her own picture, she shot absolutely her own picture, she has, how to say, she has her own historical filter, and let it be true whether it’s true or not, you yourself asked to initiate this

process.

who talk about your father, fulfill your father, fulfill ours, you know, they used to be, before, first of all, to kiev, here my mother and i, when my mother was still alive, the kingdom of heaven, she and i went to kiev, there, there, always on his birthday, like when it was 10 years from the date of death, 15 years from the date of death, or his birthday, we came to kiev with her, there were some dates, and before that there were. there were also wto dates, that’s when nastya and i were in russia, well, a very long time ago, i want to thank you very much, because for me it’s a huge honor, and it seems to me that it’s just the tenderness that you remembered about your father today , it was transmitted on the other side of the screen, good luck, you won’t be too bad, thank you for now.

the day comes, the hour comes, and i want to know what will happen tomorrow in a year, with you, with me, what will happen, sad weather, and how not to fall,

how to renounce your soul, throw off your shoulders, the sadness of past years, find, there are numbers, i know that day will come, i know, a bright day will come the hour when the world will smile and everything will become beautiful for us, i know that day will come, i know the bright hour will come when the world will smile and everything will become beautiful. for us,

the day will dispel sadness, your smile, like the sun behind the day, greets me. let the light be pure, it is like a dream, let the wind tenderness will awaken us from dreams, there will be a rain of passions, a change of gray days, i know that day will come, i know a bright hour will come when the world will smile. and everything will become beautiful for us, i know that day will come, i know a bright hour will come when the world will smile and become beautiful, everything will be beautiful for us, tsu-tsu, tsu-tsu.

i know that day will come, i know that a bright hour will come when the world will smile and everything will become beautiful for us. i know that day will come, i know that a bright hour will come when the world will smile and everything will become beautiful for us, chulyu, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere!

hello, this is a podcast 20 years later, and you are the host konstantin mikhailov, my guest today is the rock band lead fog, hello guys, great, hello! their hit hit powerfully in the mid-nineties, early nineties, yes, in the mid, late nineties, late nineties, i know, i know, this day, yes, this hit is still played on many radio stations, it’s straight into the hit parades, even, yes, because of this we again

gathered the team again, because well, the request went back, yes, that’s why, together with guys, with grisha and sasha we restored the lead fog, that is, you have such a reunion with a kick, my guest is the leader, the founder, you can tell the difference between cars by their beards, as i understand it, i can generally tell them apart, we’ve known each other for 100 years, so that’s why since 2000 , we ’ve known each other since 2000, yes, listen, i can’t help but ask a question that you’ve already practically answered, what’s happening now, what’s going on? well , just now there is some kind of resonance again and the interest, as i look at the downloads and listening on the internet, is some kind of crazy.

yes i have to write music and that first the lyrics or or music music music first yes this is the problem of our team is that i write music first, in our country in our country we need lyrics, i know you write songs very slowly, i ask you to answer the question slowly, i write slow, why ? no, in fact , i don’t know how songs are written, they just

pop out on their own, if we knew how songs are written, we would probably have written a bunch by now, i’m not a professional musician, the guys are professionals with higher education musical, the thoughts are the same, yeah, it’s certainly not easy to write a good song, especially a cheerful one, but a cheerful, positive one, i know, you can actually imagine how a girl wrote a song: i know that day will come, i know i was in love. i played on an out-of-tune royal in dec. moi in the back of the disco and i immediately came up with this chorus and i think that there’s a harmony there, not just an out-of-tune area , everything is and now you’ve split everything, well, you once got out of the situation beautifully, you just took byron’s text, well that’s it, well thanks thanks to my mom she read to me when i was sick poems and we had a translation of pas yes in the translation of parsnip morshak, i don’t know normally.

byron and i liked it so much, it sank into my soul so much that i remembered about it when i began to come up with music and look for some lyrics. it's best with this music or lyrics by byron himself. yes, i couldn’t come up with it myself, you know, but once i tried it and the rhythm suited me, it all worked out just fine and it turned out to be oes’ song. now let's go and sing. shall we sing?

oh, if in the hectic bustle i lose your image, dear, in a lonely hour, in an hour of the night, he will return with the same strength and a matter of pride. in my soul, keep your holy image, among forgetful friends, to be faithful to you as once, as once.

forgive me, sometimes, among strangers, laughing carelessly , i can be, you are those empty faces, you seem to be forgotten, but don’t believe my words, which threaten you with invective, i don’t want to give it to fools, not even your sigh, not even your glance, i so tired of finding and losing you. among the nonsense of the years, yes, yes, i saw fire, where there is no fire, and where only the dawn burns, only you alone do not give, soon goodness, for now, as long as i love you, i want so much, i want so much, to have

you back forever.

i'm so tired of finding and losing you among the nonsense of the years, yes, yes, i saw you. then where there is no fire, and where only the dawn burns, only you alone, you won’t let it burn completely, in a glass of bitter wine, i’m so tired, so tired of losing you, i want to return myself to you, i want to return you,

this is a podcast 20 years later , i’m the host konstantin mikhailov, my guest is lead fog, wow, how did the name fall apart? oh, that was also a disaster, because it was my student years, even after like a group, a group, a group, a group, but what a group, there is no name, that’s it. we came up with a huge list of 100 different names, then there were fashionable names consisting of two words, but i poked, poked, poked, poked, when i got tired of all this, i pointed my finger and it turned out to be a fog of lead, and i thought it was very in the british way, very byronian, with a finger in the sky, leaden fog, and again byron again, of course, well, leaden fog, of course, such

cold romance, i heard something that at the very beginning of my career there was a tour in the uk, yes there was, there was such an adventure. but this is not an adventure, in fact, at the end of the soviet union there was a cultural exchange, the ninety-first, yes, and some people from the bbc came here, only they belonged to the irish bbc, they chose, they chose three groups, one played a guitar music, lead fog, one was a jazz group, one was a folk-rock group of white clothes, they performed in chain mail wearing helmets, real metal ones, class, well, and we got there, got there for the first time in this way. to england, and then we got hooked, met different producers, musicians, various people, played quite a lot of concerts, in russian, please note, we sang sorry, and they sang along with the brazilians, but it didn’t matter, because they sang along, you know , bones, this is ours, we are doing business, this is magic, what, well, sorry brazil, sorry brazil,

of course, listen, about the producer, you do everything yourself, as far as i remember, you came to radio, here i am, i remember you and... the team , yes, in this song, i know there was a gorgeous one right at the very end there she is there vaparava. and we had four girls, she not only sang alone, but there were other girls singing, but at the concert we ended up with two left, oniskazhenskaya and alena pugacheva, and listen, how did you do everything yourself, you you you were is on all radio stations, it turns out, bone, it’s just a magic torch in one place, you know, there’s a lot of youthful enthusiasm, confidence in victory, everything is wonderful, horror, but for yourself now it’s scary, what kind of miracles happened in general, how... what miracles, that’s how you just opened the door with your feet, how did they let you in, i don’t understand how it all worked out, now you ask me and i don’t understand, there was

nothing at all , no limits to perfection, you know, we came up with some crazy ones, listen, on may 9, at the titanic dance club, we played a live concert with djs who swinily just caught the beats for us, played dance beats for us, no, they just played the beats , chaos and listen. only ahead of this light at the end of the tunnel, and this is what the song is about, i know, that’s why it shot that day, yes, that’s exactly what it’s about, one hundred percent positive, it’s pure sincere, absolutely, we wanted to share with people, i know that day will come , he came, yes, look, we are here, you are here, the podcast, everything is fine, 20 years later, we are together again, everything is fine.

his name and surname dima written in russian dima nesterov once a foreigner read nesterov as dumas hiktipob, but he said in russian you are very strange, i say, what strange, and i wrote him my address where to send it, he reads it, says, well, that’s all. how come i’m like dima, you keep writing and writing dumas hiktipop, that is, ivanov would have been an ubakhop, you know, but my friends later called everything hikti-pop, you know, dj hiktipop, dima hiktipop, dumas hikti-pop, i remember you also had a song like this for a dance a little bit, that is, it was just like love went right under it, we did this, we did a dance version of this song with just the djs mayovsky, and they gave us, they gave us we recorded beats and we used these beats. they made a dance treatment, i remember that you called your style as a new guitar - well

, we called new guitar music, new guitar music, yes, exactly, exactly, that is, i remember at that time it was really very, very fresh, cool, but before it’s still relevant now we had to stand out somehow i had to organize my own clearing in my youth, there was rock, there was pop, but there was no guitar music, well, think about it, it turned out to be a bummer, a bummer, a lame... then they called it britpop, that’s what you’re like the person who is everything time looks a little into the future, what next, so we will continue and wait until the young people grow up again, well, the same thing or in some direction there, well, from now on we are just working on new material , writing, in what style is it it will be like, i don’t know, you say what folk style it is, well, i think it’s not even predictable yet, but absolutely, no, it will definitely be a leaden fog, but just in the 22nd century, for example. don’t you want more electronics there , add djs there, too, the stage, we

tried, we tried, we tried, not only talented and djs and producers tried to implement the musical firmware, the musician still takes over, we need to play everything live, if we can do it, we need to play live, but we are not afraid of experiments, well, we are looking, at least we will have a new song moscow, as long as it that's what it's called, yeah, that's it. we'll see, you'll just hear it, it'll be such a leaden fog, 24, in the spring, the girls will all be what i dreamed of 20 years ago, oh, it's hard to say, i don't know what the guys dreamed of, i just lived and enjoyed the fact that we could do something and write playing music in clubs, it was a blast, well, that is, there were no ambitions of some kind of stadium world tours, no, i didn’t have that, although you know, so i say, there were no ambitions, i once came to london sign an album in russian, i tried to get on board with them and sign a contract with them, so you say ambition, is it

ambition or not ambition, this is probably a little crazy, this is crazy, but the fact remains that you don’t have a good idea like this, as i understand and opened the doors for you, i was sure i did what i’m sure i was wondering whether they were waiting for me or not, yes, that’s definitely about the clips, did you take part in the development of the scripts, you know, no, it was all... given to the guys, because i really trusted all the professionals and they did everything very well, they are generally mega-talented guys and life showed it, they are now the leading director of cameramen, listen, but you don’t want to get anything in your hands for... constant bruises, i even had jeans with leather linings on the inside, so that - don’t twist your leg at all, i stopped, we even

they sent a tambourine to the department, but the guys said, it’s time for you. i didn’t bring it, well , i can’t anymore, i’m allergic, the bruise forms on its own, you know, you have bubnophobia, i know that you are now helping young musicians, mentoring them in some form, do you have some kind of production center or not, no, well, first of all, the guys and i are there and we all try at least somehow, if we see. talented people, they don’t particularly shine financially, we are trying to help them with something else, to somehow produce, we need to help a lot, even make arrangements, because guys sometimes, that is, you directly sponsor, well, i just come to the rehearsal base, i sit with them, i help them compose the song correctly, so that people hear some kind of product, and not just a reflection on the topic, well, are they listening to you or if, and then they they still

float through their lives, but they still absorb it. i'm not waiting, i'm just smelling like a production center, don't you want it?