[000:00:00;00] the team of the current head coach of the russian women's team, serbian zorn terzic, will confront the legend of russian volleyball. russia. i know what his game system is. i just hope that he won't have a temporary one, so that he can build a team to play the way he wants. the chances are equal, we will fight to the end, try to win. it will be a great spectacle, because only the best participate in the tournament and because it is shown. channel one, there are only a few hours left before the starting whistle. anatoly lazarev, dmitry remizov, veronika levuchinkova, denis larin. channel one. so, 3.5 hours before the game, at 15:45 the men's teams will meet on the court, and tomorrow at the same time the women's competition

is unmissable. hello, dear friends, we welcome you all to the gala evening dedicated to the eightieth anniversary of the birth of the legendary singer, composer, people's artist of the soviet union, muslim magamaev. friends, time flies forward, a lot

is changing in our lives now, but... assai gentile che il sensibile sottile, leggermente dolce, incomincia, incomincia sussuca. piano piano, per terra, sotto voce, spipirando, va scorrendo, va scorrendo, va ronzando, varonzando, nell'orecchia della

gente. si introduce, si introduce destramente la testa di cervel, la testa di cervelli, fa stordire, fa stordire, fa stordire, fa confia. lo schiamazzo va crescendo prenda forza poco poco loco sembra la tempestando pronto al dorcelar alla bocasi. propagasi la doppio e traduce un'espulsione, come un colpo

di cannone, come un colpo di cannone, un tremorzo temporal, un tremorzo temporal, un tumorzo generale che va andarvi rimotar un tre molto temporale, un tre molto temporale, un convulto generale. che parlar e riscontarre e meschino calumniato affitto

calpestato sotto al público. dicite in cella sta compagna vostra cacciò perduto suone fantasia. ma penso sempre che tutto vita mia, vince volusse dicere manuncio

saggio di ma voglio me voglio bene assai. un mastordo mai è una passione più forte una

catenana a me tormenta l'anima e non me fa'' tell the girl, your friend, that i am not i sleep at night dreaming of her. i know that of all the beauties, she is the sweetest, i wanted to confess to her myself, but i could not find the words, i adore the fire of beautiful eyes, on earth and new,

i do not wish for happiness. with tender passion, as i crave an apple, that without her in my soul, anxiety cannot be calmed. i have a passion, i drink forte a catena, i

turment the animal and do not compare me. i have never been stingy on stage and tried not to bore the audience, said muslim magomayev. moonlight serenade, performed by people's artist of russia, alexander sirov. if i could enter through the silence of the night the kingdom of the flickering stars, i would take. carefully

the moon, and brought it to us on the earth in my arms, let it shine like a magic lamp in the night. let its bright light illuminate the paths of lovers, we will follow the moon, you and i, the night hour, the miba of sleeping houses. and the moon

will see us together, smile slightly, understand everything without words, let it shine itself, like a magic lamp in the night. let its bright light,

whistle, the paths of lovers. muslim magamayev loved to perform heartfelt lyrical songs, and one of them, a song we all love, is called: take your time, performed by anastasia makeeva. you hurry, you hurry to me, if i'm far away, if it's hard for me, if i'm like in a bad dream,

if the shadow of trouble is in my window, you hurry. when suddenly offended, you hurry, when i need a friend, you hurry, when i'm sad in silence, you hurry, you hurry, you hurry, you hurry, like... when they offend you to death, you hurry, when i need a friend, you hurry, when it's cooler in silence, you hurry,

you hurry, you hurry. don't hurry, don't hurry, when, you and i are together, trouble is far away, they will say yes, leaves and water, stars and train lights. don't hurry, when eyes in eyes, don't hurry when you can't hurry, don't hurry when

the whole world is quiet, don't hurry, don't hurry, don't... don't hurry when eye to eye, do n't hurry when you can't hurry, don't hurry when the whole world is quiet hurry, don't hurry.

and so moscow, the golden-domed capital, warmly welcomed and charmed the baku youth. muslim magamayev lived most of his life here. and his love for moscow was no less than for the refined eastern side. elegy. sung by alexander ponaetov. no sun without you, no song without you, in

the vast world, there is no warmth, light without you my youth, light. your tenderness, only the sound of the music of old days has gone, in the whole world i am alone, i judged myself. i could not save love, you forgive me. forgive, stars,

blue eyes, stars, clear eyes, first meetings, thunderstorm of first love, words of my memory, call of the star winds. souls in the heart remained the music of old days in the whole world poison i judged myself i could not. save love,

you forgive me, forgive, no, age is too young, no, superek love, the heart is tired of being far from you. snow will become blue, snow will become young, we will rise to sunny days, ardent, the whole world alone, i myself

with... mine we judge, i do not know how to save love, you forgive me, forgive me, i will wake up from heavy dreams. i will return to you, i will return, through windows and thunderstorms, through bla tears i, i will return to you

peacefully, no, the sun without you. the voice of his era. his repertoire included more than 600 songs. and one of his calling cards was the song "ferris wheel". performed by the group elips.

in the winter park the poplars are so sad, the lindens ask to wait until spring, all the boats lie upside down silently, like the caps of those who have fallen asleep soldier. but do you remember how long ago in the spring, we were spinning on the devil's wheel, wheel, wheel, and now it's in a dream, but i'm flying.

with you i'm flying again, one word i sing. i scream, i love and i fly, i scream to the stars i fly again, in the winter park it was so bright, so white, as if the park were my love. snowed in, the discus thrower sad in the snow, so asleep, a waltz is dreaming on the dance floor under the snow, and as if i forgot about everything, only the devil

starts it up again, wheel, wheel, wheel and your face flies, but i'm flying, with you i'm flying again, eh, one word, i scream, scream,

i love. it was truly a great honor for me to be friends with such a great man, and he treated me very warmly, today i will allow myself to sing a song: wedding. i walked along a country road in silence, and it was empty and long, only the accordions thundered

as loud as they could, and the silence spread its arms, this is a wedding, a wedding, a wedding, white and fluffy, the wings carried this wedding, there was little room for this wide wedding, and there was little sky and earth, there was little room for this wide free, and there was little sky and earth, the taunting village orchestra. the breeze was killing itself behind the photo, there was a groom, serious, very, and the bride, dazzling

was young, and this is a wedding , wedding, wedding, lands, here rushed constructions of the winged bell, and the breath of spring went from them, and i walked completely unmarried, and regretted that i was not a groom, and somewhere a wedding, wedding, wedding

sang, hey, danced, wings this wedding in the distance. wide this wedding was without a home and there was little sky and land, thank you, friends, muslim magamaev, eternal bravo. lanta muslim magamaev did not exist borders and boundaries, he was the first on our stage to start performing foreign hits, and by the way, many world

hits in his performance sounded better than the original, mommy blue on our stage the group astudio. it may be your forgotten son, one rid of that 21, get off for myself. oh my, if he could only hold your head and say i'm sorry, yes

i am, i'm sure you really understand, oh my, where are you now, oh mommy, oh mommy, mommy, it flew, oh mommy, it flew. oh mommy, oh mommy, mommy blue, oh mommy, the house he shared up on the heal, loveless buddy standing still and marry so they tell

the days oh my, i've seen enough deep light tired and lonely night and now without

you for myself oh my but i'll survive oh mommy volleyball, as you have never seen it before, channel one cup, live broadcast, today on channel one. well, dear friends, how many times to jump to lower blood pressure, unusual ways to lower blood pressure

and much more important and interesting in the program live healthy, on monday, on channel one, the work of muslim magamaev is huge. beautiful, boundless world, no matter how much you study it, it still gives more and more new discoveries, well, if you are sad about another, the honored artist performs.

well? if you are sad about another, like me, about you, may a miracle happen, happiness to you, may the wing of the pig, i will not be an obstacle between you. i can quietly step aside, as i once lived, i will continue to live, well, be happy, no, i am not a liku,

i curse in my words. there is not a drop of falsehood here, but there inside under the dry thief, the fiery thoughts of reasonable and wildly, the desire grows and the melancholy and the cry. the desire grows to the melancholy to the grykha, the desire grows to the melancholy, to the cry, with me, be

happy, not with him. well, if you are sad about another, like me, about you, may a miracle happen. happiness you to the blue

wing barrier between you i will not be. vasim magamayev flawlessly performed popular songs in italian, english, french and german. foreign compositions performed by him were heard at concerts, on the radio, and, of course, in television programs. poslemu liked song performed by tom jones, delilah, and he took her to himself. in the repertoire, delilah is performed by people's artist of the russian federation, zaur tutov, the blue sea shimmered in delilah's eyes, i hugged

you tenderly, without hiding my love. i was happy and fucked me again, heaven granted our great love. suddenly i found out, you were secretly dating another, you tormented

my heart with betrayal, ruining it like a war, what should i do, i can't forget you, oh my! tylai, oh my, tylai, let love come to me like trouble, but i will live, remembering yours image always. so it hurts, what should i do i can't forget

you, oh my delayla, how is it? so delayla, let love come to me as trouble, but i will live, remembering your image always, let love come to me as trouble, but i will live, remembering your image always. but i will live, remembering your image always, always,

always, great happiness that our dear muslim, was, is. and will always be. the best composers and poets of the country wrote songs for muslim with pleasure. his performance was inimitable. huge sky. on our stage, honored artist of the russian federation, olga kormukhina.

it is impossible not to remember this comrade, friends served in the same squadron, and service was in their hearts, a huge sky, a huge sky, a huge sky, one for two, a huge left, a huge left, a huge left, one for two, they flew, were friends in the heavenly share, they could reach the stars with their hands, trouble came tears to the eyes, once in flight, once in flight, once in flight, the engine failed, it would be necessary to jump, the flight did not work out, but an empty plane will crash into the city, it will pass, leaving no one alive

son, and thousands of lives, and thousands of lives, and thousands of lives will be cut short, then velka... you can't jump blocks here, we'll make it to the forest, the friends decided, we'll take death further from the city, let us die, let us die, let us die, but we'll save the ship, the arrow of the plane, tore from the sky, the birch forest was destroyed by the explosion.

not soon. the salt pans will be overgrown with grass, and the city thought, and the city thought, and the city thought, they're going to... or they're lying in the middle of the silence, great guys, of a great country, it's bright and solemn looking at them, the huge sky, the huge sky,

huge sky, one on yours... muslim had a close friendship with robert rozhdestvensky for many years. muslim loved robert rozhdestvensky's poems very much, because they were easy to remember, he said. he appreciated the huge.

floor to us, i feel sorry for the people who have become, tumbleweed, a field, there are mountains to the sky, there are boundless, happiness, and grief to the brim, and happiness over the edge, let the land where we are with him is huge.

this is one mother and homeland, maybe on the steeper side, maybe beyond that river, even the water is better, even the wine is stronger, maybe blacker and drinkable.

one, one taught the centuries mother, herod, one, one, one, one taught the child mother, and one homeland, on the savior to... the milestones tremble dully over the native home, the stars burn silently, soon the cold will come, again i look with pain, as on the earth friends, mow the field, empty

land, one,

one, one for a person, mother, and one homeland. in 1972, the decade of russian art and literature was held in azerbaijan. muslim meets tamara senyavskaya. and this court-fearing meeting intertwined the solo parts of two bright singers into one melody of love. you are mine. melody i am your devoted arfey on the stage