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which now we are fighting with the ukrainian armed forces, with those same the armed forces of ukraine, who wear nazi runes on chevrons on their torsos, and today we are fighting against neo-nazis shoulder to shoulder in the same trench with all our native peoples, with a feeling of family, united in the heart, if one of our multinational relatives is such a necessary feeling for everyone lost, this does not mean that now we need to throw away this feeling, we will throw it away, we will forget something most important that russia has done. so huge, so beautiful, so invincible, so rich, we will be thrown away and become not us, we will lose our name, our honor, our past you don't have to do that.

on the weeping earth, not smelling our boots, our bloodless detachment leaves from the enemies, feeding on the move, the leaves of the buer, and spending the night on the buer. under the viburnum bush, we can’t rest, run, run, run, our supposed friends are holed up behind a hill and are watching how they beat us, without taking their eyes off, only the long roads are completely for us, and you have three tears, rest a little, i am the russian road, move away , and i

’ll cover you with mud and water, today at the apartment building igor will lose his head, but his ears will be covered in mud and water right up to his eyes, after some time the enemies have caught up with us again, they are hitting us even harder, they are about to decide, but the severe frosts are rushing to our rescue, retreat.

it’s just that the russian road was bequeathed to us by god.

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will be just 14 during this time you have released several records already, in my opinion three, now an album has been released called the cycle, and even earlier a play came out and... which is called what kind of farce, we play it in moscow once a year, 2 day in september, until next year, i can talk about the book if want to tell you, i forgot, i promised evgeny shulimovich a book, i think, at the last apartment building, yes, yes, 5 years ago, but it doesn’t matter, yes, well, i forgot, honestly, when i reminded him, he said, it’s probably over , well, he says, next time, they ran out, but i put it off then, well, well, naturally i’ll have the book, igor lost it. but, as i understand, you came here to your apartment

with the presentation of a new album, new songs, yes, including, they made such a selection from everything so that the old one, because they said that the old couple there definitely needs to be performed, no, well, it will have to be, yes, now we’ll perform them, and then we’ll start our musical exercises, the guys drove up from st. petersburg, some from moscow, of course, i ’m playing with them, well let's go further then, i would like to dedicate to all the survivors of the siege living now , there are very few of them left, my grandmother is 92 years old, and to those who are still alive, here is the memory of everyone who is no longer here, and for the glory of the holy people, this is dedicated to the drivers of the health of life, to their beloved native city.

i stand and look, the frozen winter darkness illuminates night, the ladoga lighthouse, although not in the soul, is a reason for melancholy. sometimes it seems out of the blue in the night, your thoughts stir, as if in a premonition, a caravan of cars on the spring ice, among them there is you, exhausted, going out again into your blockade! heading towards leningrad, through

thin ice, and you can’t go back, you can only go forward, you can only leave, barefoot to god, if there’s glass along the way, explosions here and there, the ice stands on end, the caravan of cars picks up speed. you break the enemy ring with you, death grins at the window, a skinny face, lingers in your chest, a metronome astuk, the city is waiting for torment, stupefied by torment, maybe at that moment, somewhere at the machine, a key dropped, a child’s hand, a flash behind the glass, a mester beats from the sky, here is the front one... the approach has risen, bowlers excuse me, hundreds of bells,

on the right there is dust, right up to the green people, how many of you are there, those who left will never know who won, the whirlwind is in doubt, he just stepped on the gas, it’s you who saved me, saved me, i can’t break through the snow delirium. seven decades separate us, i just want you to know in your paradise that i am here now because of you i'm standing up.

returning to the cultural code, naturally, i saw you for the first time on the internet, for some reason i thought that you were just such a village musician, then it turned out, no, this igor rasteryaev, a leningrad intellectual, it so happened, yes, you were born in leningrad in a family of artists, a communal apartment, of course, on ruleev street, where?

what’s the weather like, you know, well, in general , our radio was great, this culture flowed straight from it, you know, here i was sitting, it apparently influenced me, somehow, you know, what and what they listened to in the communal apartment, because when i was listening to records, fairy tale after fairy tale, my favorite record was peter pan and wendy, that’s where peter pan was drawn, he had leaves like these, how could he fly, here i am in the tauride garden with daddy, that means... he picked up these leaves, forced his mother to sew them on his t-shirt, then he climbed onto the windowsill and, like peter pan , he jumped there, that means onto the parquet, well, he tried to fly up, so the neighbors came and said what kind of elephants you have there jumping, what a roar, such was life, and what did i read, well, baby carlson read, well, with his grandmother, with his grandmother, of course, about volodya ulyanov, and later, of course,

he began to read harsh prose, shukshina, and lyonka okhnar. we read everything so little by little, is this the end of the t-shirt sheet? yes, there were already other jokes there, riding on the sausage of trams, on freight trains, listen to this, in leningrad it was also called sausage, right? yes, we rode on the sausage, well, you ’re 100 years younger than me, i also rode on the sausage, no, why did we practice all this, now it’s no longer there, now there’s no sausage, i i look at these trams, you understand, firstly, there is no sausage as such, secondly, there is no bumper, as it used to be, yes, let’s say, well, we actually rode in... together, we also had zhorik shubin, we he was very much appreciated, because he had a generally skinny ass, he sat on the bumper like this and rode on the tram, he didn’t care there, but we get it, so sanyok kornilov sat in the center, and i sat on the handle on this side , like this i grabbed the bumper, like this, my legs were dangling, the sled had its legs on the pipe, and so that i could

more fun, he hugged me like that just in case, that’s how we went, so if the tram stopped, he was never mistaken, one day he said let’s run and we just jumped off the mount from the corner bam that’s where we were sitting well like that the times were unique, of course, and igor rasteryaev has a very similar story.

those who at the age of 10 ate mainly carpenter's glue, time multiplies everything by zero, changes generation by generation, the pain cured by war comes only with a spring aggravation, many circle over this pain like crows, like

seagulls, and so happy, as if they want to snatch their piece of the concrete-heroic blockade, “i ’m riding on a train, looking at everything, out the window, at a girl with beautiful eyes, and outside the window there are soldiers lying and sprouting new forests.” i pass ominous places, where people are, the main wealth of the subsoil, where? since the war , the soldiers have been lying down, cut into one square meter, there are steps everywhere, there are voices, wonderful lights,

in the shadows of the swamps, at night they sing to you, as if they are asking and wanting something, dig me up, brother, i am verkhinin sanya, the fifth mortar and regiment, i’m from ryazan, you’ve seen a lot of versions of soldiers in the movies, now listen to mine. eh, it will be more interesting, they will start speaking in language, with tones of omissions, you want to run away, but in front they are flashing between the trees again, dig me up quickly, i beg you again, i am sergey marzhannikov, originally from potskov, pass my address to your native place, the eighteenth square , black funnel!

and in the morning everything will explode, fly somewhere, trample on a machine gun with a bayonet gun, and the trees in the north will grow up to their roots in this glorious combat crime scene, once a wonderful corner and forests, a fairy tale. i stepped on a hillock, lo and behold, it’s a helmet, i dug a little, here ’s a bowler hat and a spoon, above all this, an ice cream berry, above the earth the month of may, young and beautiful, the train is approaching, the stations are cleared, there’s a caravan of geese in the sky, summer will soon be, the girl in her... tas adjusts her ribbon.

thank you guys, i read that your first such big concert activity began when you went to the village to visit your father, to a farm, to a farm, yes, and by that time you had learned to play the guitar and they sat you around store and you sang songs for several hours, it all depended on what day, if it was friday, saturday, sunday, after the cows everyone went to the club to dance, this lasted until 12, that is, on that day, that means two hours , let’s say you played for half, but if

it was a weekday, then right after the cows, for 4-5 hours, but until the last combine operator crawls away from the store, tell me, what did you play? that's it, soy, visotsky has a lot, the song is all going according to plan, which means it smoothly transitioned into a block of obscene cleansers. an hour, i’m not kidding, an hour, an hour and a half , people came up from somewhere out of the darkness, offering their options, which means, that is, that’s where the folk stuff for this guitar was, while all these aesthetic excesses like tuning were not encouraged guitars, yes, that is , come to the store and sit with such a smart face, how my guitar sounds, all this is not necessary, go out, play, that’s it, one string is broken, it doesn’t matter, you have five more, here are two. three doesn’t matter, in general, everything is going according to plan, you can play it completely, but did you roll out your songs? no, no, no, i was the first to write, in my opinion, about 27 years old, this is 2007, from 12 to 22, probably

, judging by the photos, 10 years, just like that , i served there in the square near the store, and then the population began to melt everywhere in the hutars, in the villages, in the villages, now you enter rakovka, well... two people are sitting, yes, poking, the battery is dead, they went home, as it were, well, it’s like that everywhere, you know, it’s not enough just people, everyone is mostly in their homes, there are no these parks, again everyone has money, they take this beer, but what beer, this is individualism, opened it and just sit and suck it along with an iphone, but before, excuse me, they chipped in a ruble per bottle, right, that is, that’s what it is, it’s already a company, right? you need to get a tomato somewhere and have a snack, you need to get some water over there to wash it down, and again the role of the cupbearer, right, but you would n’t trust anyone, so this is all a whole

tradition, that’s all. unites, so we united, yes, listen, tell me, you were the hero of this general store, people came to you, right now igoryan is playing, well, what the hell, the king, let’s go, honestly, for the absence competitors, yes, we will lose them, the next one , by the way, is a song from the new album, it’s called snow, i’d like to invite you,

zaev, hey, who’s there on the shore, my guy is standing, there’s a thread of lightning in the sky, flashing at all speeds , that you came out to repair the heavenly electrical networks, and let you hurry up life, from past happy years, i see you in the steppe near the broken wires, i see you climbing stubbornly onto a pole in a snowstorm, go... the darkness is afraid of your claws , fear your hands, born happiness to us, smashing all the darkness around, with the light of electric lamps, you only gave me, and not rowed under you, and then i picked lilies of the valley to put in those hands, so that the secret of your whole life would be in the chandelier above your head, in going to the next world, leaving

yours here. i dedicate this verse to valery georgievich rastiryaev, thank you, uncle. night, cold melancholy, only one dream, does not allow me to close my eyes, it suddenly became light, i

opened the window. looking from above , white snow covers the ground. snow, you will come to circle, you will conquer all the dirt, you will console the world with a blanket, white-white, you will lie down sleep in the fields, rewarding me with the highest right to leave the first mark on you.

snow as if from centuries. you will show me along strange paths, there are no markings to follow, i’m replacing everything with a wild horse, with the delight of flying across endless virgin lands.

all the floods of the rivers you will speed up the heat in that april, which awaits the dragged man, he will run into the ground, you will expose the earth, fatness. there has never been anything better like this in the world.

thank you guys, nothing will help this patient, the doctor said to the morgue, so let’s go to the morgue, we have pipes in therapy, let’s go and look at the corpse, but work is here. calm and generally there this is happening, words can’t describe it, the patients are quiet, what was it, in my opinion, your body ran away, really, the orderlies are violent, you sing songs to the murams on request,

but you are responsive, what is this, this is vital, oh my god, and also adults, an emergency exit, well, little lad, i wanted to ask you about your serious work in a team called the white theater, when you were a theater theater, there was something like that, and i really liked it, these were children's matinees, and igor played crocodile, but smeared with green paint, was supplied to children so that they understood that it came out and said, i’m a crocodile, it was clear, and steam was coming out of my mouth, because the ukhtomsky palace of culture in lyubertsy was usually defrosted, well, other establishments of the same kind, and i liked that - in some quick scenes

the actors were only running just to keep warm, and so that the laser pointer wouldn’t hit the children in the eye, we divided them into the good ones, the bad ones, the good ones - those who played tetris in mittens, they just didn’t bother us, the bad ones - those who were interested in art. you know, that is, i tried to hit a crocodile with a laser pointer there or the princess somewhere in the eye , basically, so we quickly turned there at these matinees, yes, you played with this company in some unexpected places, of course, we played knee-deep in water, let’s say, here we came to dk, this is in the red village, which means the door is closed, the lock is hanging, but we calmly walked through the broken shop window, there is such a phantasmogorical picture, a covered... piano, a newspaper, a really cut herring, a bottle of akdam, which means two guys and one aunt, this is the administration, we come in, they they say, oh, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time, it turns out that the recreation center was closed back in the nineties, but

there was still some staff there, that is, it was de-energized, so they decided to make some extra money, well, apparently the woman is switched on somewhere, bye lenergo didn’t waste the whole thing there, the children will come and watch the performance. it turns out that this woman, she is a cleaning lady, she is also the director, that means another man, he is a plumber, an electrician, a deputy director and another one is also in office, that means in this establishment, we open the door, that means i i say this and that, the plaster lay so softly on the floor, we turn on the lights, which means i understand that there were discos there in the nineties, but they were held, well, spectacularly, because it means that at first... the tap was cut like this, then it was cut like this, then someone was not too lazy to climb onto this twine with a razor like this, crawling on one hand like this, cutting, cutting, cutting, first it means they sealed it with blue tape, then it means

the blue ended with red steel, then they got tired of it, they started gluing it across like this tape, we go behind this screen, there is knee-deep water, they say: nothing, nothing, we put stools for you, there are stools there... come on, and we, that means, change clothes there on these stools, natasha, that means ermalaeva , she played a roaring cow, she sits and says, i refuse to work in such conditions, i have a higher education diploma. we put our hats on and tie them up so that they don’t freeze from the cold, which means that here, it means len

energo, something clicked for them, that there is an energy leak and the lights are going out everywhere, teachers they come running, so, there is no light, nonsense, we open the doors, they open, that means all these fire exits, some kind of twilight there in this cinema hall, our people say, we can’t work, we have a musical theater, they teachers say, come on sing something, children, that's it, they 'll like everything, here the garbage dumps and the garbage dogs start running in, that means at this very moment, from the draft through the broken shop window and through the open doors, the wind begins to blow, these polaron apples fall, that means that's it, their dogs are starting to eat, thank kolchin already dressed as a king, he runs out of there, starts snatching from the dogs, the children think that the play has started, so they start clapping, well, in general, there was such fun there, yes, listen, well, this is a film script, just a script. how long have you been on tour? year, many

left the race earlier, i was the most resilient, and i lasted a year there, which, by the way, i am very grateful to, because after that i, you know, any life, when i got to the boof theater, after that, i didn’t i could understand that there were some notes of dissatisfaction my peers, they don’t respect us here, i say, you have a work book in the state theater, you have a portrait, well , that is, i liked everything after that , that’s why it was such a cool experience there , yes there is something to remember, of course, spending the night in the wings in defrosted cultural center in tikhvin in cocoons of the kind you know, you lie and a couple rises above you, and andrei gavryushkin is sitting, so he also says this, of course it’s not the case, i have a red diploma from the magnitogorsk theater college and i’m lying in a kokan, only my nose is sticking out, andryusha, a red diploma v

white theater, the same as a white ticket in the red arbia theater, the next song, it’s certainly sad, but i can’t help but sing it, because it’s dedicated to my friend, who died untimely, thanks to whom my first concert with these the most combine operators in moscow, memory. the following song is dedicated to artyom anchukov: outside the intensive care window, the sky is in sunny fire, there was not enough air on the ground in the concessionary cola, the light on... the masks were dropped, the chief doctor went

home, remember, my dear, how alive i was yesterday, we flew instantly here and there communication to different places, to st. petersburg, volgograd and naryanmar. fologda moscow and dagestan, and let's call, call, all day long at me from all sides, i wanted to joke as usual, yes, as if the microphone had been cut off, in this heavenly goodness, everyone has a time limit, some to a ripe old age, and some to forty? there is no need to toil at the crosses, among the tear-stained

names, i am already my beauty, the resurrected one is inspired, put a ruddy loaf on the table, salt some vigorous jokes on it, you remember me truthfully, the bread on the glass is not my face, at dawn on the fortieth day, stop crying and being sad, you just have to let me go, i have to let you all go, and there’s no need to look for reasons... there’s no need, life has sunk into hell, i left, so that the wheel of a new life can spin, what’s so strange about that , get ready for a long journey, so that your heart beats again and

breathes deeply.

thank you, tell me about the apartment. did you play something like that, but no, of course, i didn’t even think about doing all this, that is, it didn’t even occur to me and it didn’t even occur to anyone, it was strong enough in principle, well, it wasn’t there was no repertoire, that is , the composer’s song was already how old, well, three years, 2 years after that i didn’t compose anything, because somehow there was nothing special, then suddenly they come to you and say that you are a musician, let's do a concert, well, of course, it was funny for everyone, especially me, that's why everyone came there for that first moscow concert, because it was obvious to everyone that this was the first and last, they came essentially for fun, and then somehow the second, the club vermeil, we had to write a russian road there, the first year, of course, it was the most difficult, because this very repertoire was being recruited, very clearly, you had to figure out where you were going, you had to think quickly, listen, how, in what

direction did you get attacked, because i don’t know, they called you in the eleventh year was it, was it the main scene or was it, was it? i remember, yes, lyokha lyakhov and i arrived there, the kukroniksy group performed in front of us, they were real rockers in our eyes, how they began to hammer this very thing in front of us, lyokha says, garik, they set us up, where are you with your button accordion now, and i’m thinking, well, let’s go already nowhere, as if yes, and we look out like that, lyokha says, oh, look how many fishing rods, and there are these same, well, flags, and he is flags... these don’t matter to him , he saw telescopic fishing rods, forgot about the rockers, about everyone, about the fact that he was at the festival with that telescope, i saw this one in a store in mikhalovka at a discount, this is it, well, these behind-the-scenes conversations happened there then, well, and then there were five songs, in my opinion there were a total of five , well

, it’s okay that i liked it, it’s surprising , of course, that it’s so, well, it’s cool, and also did you play at some of these rock and roll festivals? we went in july, there was snow there, there was a polar day, in my opinion it was also a festival, no idea, but i remember it, and these hills and these people who, at plus5, they undressed like this to the waist with such bellies, they jumped and poured beer on themselves like that, and we are already there, well...

centuries, european, restores how it sounds, today, while we were driving in sapsan, i listened, in my opinion, to all the lutes of ancient belgium or there, yes, surprisingly, the song snowman with vladimir molodtsov. standing with his head in panic in the middle of the march commotion, a scruffy snowman, the last

soldier of winter, the sun above him like an executioner, his ear bent long ago, cremating hotly, he was killed before our eyes, now he turns into steam, now the steam has shot up and... where the clouds live, hanging over a carrot field , he will fly over the field, look, ask the question, well, where is the carrot, which is the future nose, because with it there are only forests, winter will dress up in fringe, the snowman will be resurrected, again he will have to, forgetting that he is just snow, and she rootplot on the scales, they will turn into laughter, happiness in children's eyes, it will be funny

snowman, amusing the children of the thief all day, although he left for a moment, he returned to the game again, from the circle of gates of water, and modest earthly vegetables, as a symbol of simple kindness and other... everyday things.

vladimir, well done, one more. song or later or what? well, i would still ask you one question, even more than one question, thank you for that apartment building that we rented for victory day, we filmed on a patch of land on the neva, and nothing stopped us, the weather was not bad, rain, snow, the filth was terrible, by the way, i really didn’t like this program to my grandmother, because i was dressed very ugly there, but there wasn’t, but no, iowa was there, she was. very nicely dressed, i remember she was in white, so, but i really liked it, because, in my opinion, i was the only one there and i was dry and not frozen,

because fishing boots with liners, cotton pants, a leather earflap, i i really helped there, you know, thank you, because your performance was great, again, i’m coming back, thank you for having such an opportunity, igor, after all, the most popular artist, oh, the most folk, which is enough, well, it’s a pity that we don’t have a cartoon, but we have vladimir molotsov with an ancient folk instrument called zhaleika, here’s a song about the exploits of our ancestors, about the battle on the ice, an alternative view of history.

once on the lake of the chude tribe, on a fragile tap hole, in the chudes breeze, russian people were fishing for perch, prince alexander in the same light, and somewhere opposite the tivtonians were riding, they were frightening europe with fire and sword, and so on. came to the prince on the ice and the main tiftonian threw back his visor and asked, grinning, so what?

does the sleigh bite? immediately the pecking began to somehow become less frequent, prince alexander, sniffing the caviar, answered through clenched teeth saying, “yakuponezhe, nothing more hesitant, go home, go, they’re timid, don’t disturb the zherlichka, don’t stand over your soul with wormwood, and these teftonians have arranged a bull, arranged bull, even if they were a pig. and then alexander stood up from his suitcase, and taking the main man by the half-cloak, he shocked the strong paws of the cardan and gave a fisherman

's big bream, the signal was received at the speed of light. and the russian, taking the forks into his hands, taught them all a lesson in etiquette, according to russian habit will answer, then they prayed for them orthodoxy, the jelly was slightly worn out in the red, and the armor shone dimly under the ice, the tivtonians who came to the pikes at the bottom, their armor shone like a spacesuit, and the prince said, yes, but firewood. but then the chronicler said, alexander, i’ll sort everything out now, for a box of photographs, you’ll be elevated straight into sainthood, coloring the details, leave it to me, he just said golden words about the dream and there’s nothing

to do here at all. pigs, thank you, vladimir molotsov, 2006, all-union competition. of the pop artists, you you get, in my opinion, first place as an artist of an original genre for skill in producing any sounds, in fairness, i can say that i didn’t win it, we won it together with my godfather, sanya stekolnikov, many know him as valentina buddeyka from the tv series univerny dorm, my, in short, partner, he and i were playing on spoons all

the way, he was tap dancing, that’s it. even we had career growth, we got into a program with evgeniy vaganovich petrosyan, with this number , or did you play something first with this and with another, in a distorting mirror, in a panorama of laughter, we, in all corporate companies, so we were just scratching our heads, here we had new year, when it was, we managed to go around with him, probably, well, 7-8 points, we took a taxi, on new year's eve and drove from point to point, of course different things happened, somehow... how did you leave such a profitable place? well, why did they abandon it, we did all this at the buf base, when we were younger, we still jumped there, but in the old buf the variety stage was, roughly speaking

, a hodgepodge, that is, someone knows how. someone is doing tricks shows that someone is out there cracking on spoons, so it happened that i could perform, say, on the main stage, then immediately run during the break between performances, perform on the pop stage, once i also didn’t have time, there was a case, i played a janitor, well, that was my normal role, there’s this short red nose, well, a drunk, that’s a mop of hair, i think there’s a couple of teeth missing, it’s all dirty. well, it’s like he’s still a stoker, and at the same time, that means i ’ve played, i have a half hour break, here they come running from this pop stage, they say, they ran there under the junk on spoons, the sleigh is waiting for you, i say, but i won’t have time to wash myself, and you, come on, nonsense, with a red nose, come on now, quickly put on your shirt, this russian one , pull on your boots, here are your spoons, everyone is running, misha maisel is already announcing you, so i’m running out, that means we’re all

there on the spoons performing this number with him, that’s it, the next day it goes further literally: i’m sitting, that means i’m eating, suddenly he comes out with a red nose and starts cracking on spoons in my spirit, take action, says: well, what do you say, i say, what do you say, a man came to eat at the theater, he says, yes, yes, i understand, well, my dear, somehow, somehow, i say, well, how - then, uh-huh, somehow, somehow, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, it was fun there too, that’s why i remember boof with such nostalgia, cool, yes,

i once ran around at the christmas trees there, 53 performances , when the new year's eve was in progress, our harvester, so to speak, worked in the theater without ceasing, so since then i have had these new year's holidays, they tell me, you have there is a new year's mood. they'll screw you too.

the warm wind walked in the field, flew, looked, and then this wind flew through the window to me. he said in a whisper, there are a lot of dark-skinned guys, already this evening, they will come to us to chop everyone down, shouting in the turkic dialect, and at

the age of 15 i sniffed the gunpowder of death, i take off their heads easily, as if i were wearing a hat from a sunflower. don’t take risks with such children with sabers in the field , you compete, there was one out there, ratios to twelve, you can already see them in the distance, black leader, trust us to take advantage, what are you i forgot on the river, which is called a sick bear, you should cover yourself. i sing, in my childish understanding, i sing to you in russian, but if you want, i can go on tour

with you, come on guys, come on, i’m ready to go. be able to have the source there, the peak is my loaf, whoever opens the roses will calm down, hura hura khuura, i hear sharp turkish hair, that beautiful one, i’ll give the head of sharpened iron,

i remember you told me that you conceived this song as just a melody for performance? well, yes, yes, then, when i had to write it, i was afraid that i wouldn’t write the words i can think of it. that there was little time left before the first concert in moscow, that ’s when i decided to write it in the kolmyt language, why, that is, in my understanding , the melody is so normal, now i’ll write it in some kind of kolmyk, so they give me a couple of sentences, and i’m bududyn, i’m singing all this, so i thought that it would be popular, but the thing is that the kolyk people announced a boycott of me on the social network, i

somehow alarmed them a little, though i had one - then an avatar with a naked torso, with a forelock made from a saber, well in short, all three kolmyks to whom i wrote, it means that they somehow ignored it, that is, they thought that this was some kind of trolling of yours, yes, probably yes, then i went to a translation agency in turkish, they translated it for me, i i looked, i realized that this is not in 3 days for the concert, not in 33, i will never learn it. we came up with a number with dmitry kuzenyatkin , which also means the star, together with the glassmaker of our buffet genre, juggled with his mouth he had these ping-pong balls and he typed like this with his mouth like this juggled yes. by the way, he also

played on the saws, it was on the saws that we came up with a number with him, so it was called gastrobaiters, the number is that we come on the saws, something there, it means to repair the apartment of a famous musician, we find safe, we are trying to open it, saw it, and there are two bows, there is an alarm system, it means the police are coming, so we mean, so that they seem to think that this is a professor rehearsing, we take the bows, start playing on the saws, well, so... simple plot, but during the act we needed communication guest workers, i wrote a dialogue like this, went out to the people on the street, straight to the uzbek, so that they would transfer me, it’s morning, it ’s a day off, there’s no one, and such an ideal picture, there ’s only one success in the middle of the avenue, the method means asphalt, like that in the rays sun, and i think, well, i need you, chalk, and i’m heading towards him, so that’s how i’m heading, i say, buddy, and here a miracle happened,

because i swear, i approached him and said the word “buddy” ", we were together, the next thing, when i thought of the word, i was already standing in the ring of his fellow tribesmen, from where they started, i don’t know, they’re standing like that, which means they’re looking at me like a bossy commissar, you know what you need to tell you guy, and i’m confused, i start saying words that they obviously don’t know, there’s a bouffe theater, reincarnation, i would like a pop number right here, but... they keep frowning, frowning, and so i’m so crowded, then i snatch this piece of paper, i say, guys, i should translate it, you know, from russian to nauzbek, this is the most important thing , which everyone looked up to, that’s all his facial expressions, which means his eyes are like that warmed up a little, so he smiled, and what is this golden glow, it means it immediately came from the teeth, everyone started smiling so immediately, he nodded immediately, said, yes, of course, dear, it’s high time to translate all russian into uzbek, come on, give yours here . this very leaf, he

will translate for you, shows the most inconspicuous boy, and as i guessed the most educated among them, we went with them to this change house, he sat down and then he went like this, uh-huh, well, look, here are the numerals in the uzbek language, of course they have analogues original, but in gastrobaitor works we still use russians, let me leave you with this, look, here you have a participle phrase, do you understand? gastrobaitors are simple people, you understand, let’s break it down into two simple sentences, and he just gave me the point of syntax, vocabulary, spelling, all this is the layout, that is, some i don’t know academician, this uzbek sat down there, a smart one, and he told me painted it in russian letters, then we went with kuzenyatkin, all this was taught, taught, taught, in the end now we can’t forget, you know, all this, but show me, listen, well, i showed it later...

it applies to both uzbek guys and russians, i want to dedicate this song to all shift workers, it’s called the shift worker’s song.

i packed my bag in the morning, hugged my wife and mother, the bus station again, not to be late again, shot by a sparrow, the pizza is not dead yet, so i can bring it later, the crumbs to my nest, i eat, i sit, i’m silent, again everything is as always, a bum worker. i’m wandering off to distant cities, looking out the window gloomily, how are my son and daughter doing, the headlights of the moving trucks are heating up night, in the distance, houses on the river,

seonyago. neka, the city called people and they came out like noses, murina from the fields, kudrova from the forests, hundreds of lights in moscow give great success, they shine into my household right on the table with noodles, i would believe them, but what’s the point, the city extended its hands beyond the horizon, everything that arose in it simply disappeared there, every high-rise building,

here the son drew for dad, tomik the river meadow, the boy grazes thickly, my dear friend, this will not save us, the houses will be empty, as soon as the years come, you will also leave and you're in the big ones city, and the wind will roar through the courtyards again, and he will go on a shift to walk through the icy russia.

thank you, igor risteryaev to apartment tv, good. what a fabulous anchovy, hey, what are you doing, and the senior oper is authorized by the ship, the senior oper, so i ’ll be older than the fellow, come on, tia, come on, tia,

it’s your fault, nikita ponfilov without a dog, well, let’s go, and sergei zharkov with dolphin , yours was mother. and vasilisa's name is dolphin from monday at 20:00 on ntv. tell me, do you still have this wonderful hobby of yours, building houses using ancient technologies? you are engaged in construction, but this year they covered the roof, coated the walls with clay, mud huts, yes, we call it a house with a fence. how many houses have you built already? yes, i’m building the first one, no, well, wait, you have a hobby, you know that, well, yes, it’s such, you know, a very labor-intensive hobby, in order to build something there, it takes 2 years, only ... to harvest, they harvest it in the fall, these are four tractor carts of this chakan,

all this is cut by hand, one reed at a time, with a sickle, well, wait, you have wonderful, you found a language with a translator company, you could invite them, they would cut it up for you, you know the words, well, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, i somehow used it, by the way, they lived with us two uzbeks in glinishche, so i asked them to mow something there, and they kandyndyr, mandyndyr, i came up, something like this, well, he said, right away, well, they understood, they understood, then they looked at me so warily they looked askance, so they think that i understand them, tell me, are you building alone, that is, alone or all, no, this is still dad, my brother always helps with a tractor, if we drag logs there, people were oiling there, too , half a farm came there, the horse gave a taman of priests, although the horse ran away from us in the end, well, such things, build a house, but we basically completed it, all that’s left is insert windows and doors, but it’s a summer house,

now you can come up with something further, it’s not a cool hobby, igor is more confused. i wish i had a horse and a saber, i wish i had a book to study with, where only the sky is open, like open pages, a free kite circling with my daughter.

by us, where the road is steep, give russian book on how to live!

from sunset to dawn, let it break my soul, then the book will give me an answer, but you won’t get it, they will look for it themselves, walk and souls, eternal russian homes, how to live? igor will be confused, thanks guys, pavel dadonov, vasily yakovlev.

by the way, let’s sing some more, yes, we have one song, it’s called silence, i think it can just sum up our meeting today.

i ever. i will certainly compose a song that in life i thought it was modern, this song does not need beautiful notes, i will not be in she will sing about an iphone with gold plated, there will be neither me, nor the majors on the beha, nor the girls who squeal about free success, boiling consumption will not fit into it, with its house of cards of well-being, about the main thing, what to think in moments of despair, that’s enough the songs are full of silence and silence, let there be only silence and silence, let... there will only be silence, and along the neva the parge floats, the waves roll, the one who does not cross the bridge will then be caught, thoughts knock on the head, either by busting or by tits they fly, then like crows, there is a yard outside the window,

powdered, where the bad is, you won’t understand where the good is, sugar pours into a glass, melts like ice cubes, i’ll stir it, be silent over the tea leaves, and if only the film was shown in the cinema hall, about the war in memory of those about whom they weren’t filmed, i won’t need inspiration and muse, in my film there will be no cowardly heroes, there will be no plot, hysterical. suffering, director, actors, spectacular fatalities, no one will make love with a nurse, there will be nothing on the screen at all, just let their names float in silence, like fighters after a battle, endless credits, their names float, endless credits, will float, above the nevsky , the sky in the prosten, roamed

the earth, the colors of autumn, has the foot dissolved, linden trees with glens, like thinking in the fathers, sad, thoughts are knocking in the head, turtle doves are beating, i’ll run like a flight attendant to calm down, i’ll admire the palaces, the towns, be silent with the fences, then, in order to fully reveal the topic, i’ll draw a picture about god and faith, i won’t need any easels or brushes, just white paper, a fluttering leaf, i won’t use charcoal from a liberal point of view, draw churches have limousines and dachas, as well as domes with

touching whim, let them remain in a jar of yellow gouache, i will reduce my talents in that picture. i ’ll hang a simple white sheet in the gallery so that on the new wall this composition will become pure water, the embodiment of light! thank you very much guys!

thank you very much, brothers, it was very good, igor will be confused, from dusk to dawn, let him break my soul, give me a book of the answer, if you don’t have it in you, they will look for it themselves, walk, yes. eternal krusky houses how to live,

this is daddy gnome, this is mommy gnome, their son and his bride. and i'm victoria panina, not snow white, you look at the dacha answer, our heroes do not live in this workshop, and not in this house, and not in this wooden house, in this big stone house, which our heroes built, built, but never completed, we will help, in in the large hall we will plant a fabulous english forest, we will install a french one.

our life together, when vanya lived at work, and i practically lived with him at work, well, tell me, i can’t, now i’ll burst into tears, when vanya started publishing a magazine,

we were invited to work on the radio, and for 2 and 2 years, we hosted your show, it was very interesting, live broadcast, it’s always cool, it ’s always guests, musicians, all the music labels provided their new products, the spouses have more than 100 live broadcasts, more than 2 years of publishing and hundreds of pop hits, but today the main project of the bachkovs is building a house. immediately after the wedding, they bought a plot of land that was then crossed by a hard-packed road. actually , there used to be a field here, there was nothing here. we went to the forest and brought trees like this. yes. this christmas tree was, how would you like don't lie, here it is. literally like this. found in the caucasus mountains, krasnodar region, yes, over 30 years the forest grew so much that it became dark, and some trees had to be removed, it grew.