it must be said separately: the father of the soviet poet mikhail kulchitsky, valentin mikhailovich kulchitsky, was born in odessa, he is a russian noble officer. he took part in the russian-japanese and first world wars, he took part in the brusilov breakthrough. in 1914 he was awarded the order of st. stanislaus , third degree, and in the sixteenth year, the order of st. stanislaus, second degree. he was twice personally presented to the sovereign for his unparalleled courage. the father of the soviet poet, a cavalry captain. army, author of a cult book that is still being republished today, the code of honor of the russian officer is a kind of bible of the russian military man. in 1933 , valentin mikhailovich kulchitsky, the poet’s father, was arrested for concealing his social origin. he really hid his nobility. he was in exile in karelia, but in 1936 he was released for lack of evidence of a crime. while his father was in exile in 1935, his son published his first poem in a magazine. pioneer.

first, young kulchitsky entered kharkov university, a year later he transferred to the second year of the literary institute named after gorky. at the same time, while studying at the institute , he taught classes at one of the moscow schools, rented a basement room on arbat with windows facing the sidewalk, and called it a display case for moving shoes. i don’t know where this basement is, although i would like to know. he was immediately recognized as a phenomenon by everyone who read his poems, by the teachers of the literary institute, and by his fellow students. henrieta milovidova recalled one of them. after the war, many of his friends could not believe his death. sometimes it seemed that he would emerge from the partisan forests of some fraternal countries or how odysseus will return after fantastic wanderings. he was very different in character: either he was a serious man, striking in his maturity of judgment, or he was capable of climbing somewhere into a dovecote on the outskirts of the city or walking along the stone barrier of the moscow river completely above the water. so it

was breathtaking to watch from the outside; in general, there is entire folklore about his pre-war adventures, jokes, and speeches. his comrades in soviet poetry remembered him all their lives, themselves already being venerable poets and decorated front-line soldiers they remembered how, years later, decades later , his charm worked. young misha kulchitsky claimed that he was the happiest person in the world. i live, he said, in the happiest time. thirties. second half of the thirties, it is better to be a poor student of the 20th century than a boyar of the 15th century, so he said. why did they ask him? he answered: the boyar of the 15th century did not ride the subway and did not read mayakovsky’s poems. he was joking, of course, by the way, he looked like mayakovsky in his youth, and lilya brik considered him an equal vladimir vladimirovich mayakovsky. he came to read poetry to mykovsky’s beloved before leaving for the front. he was absolutely devoted to the revolution. october, bolshevism, and

even what happened to his father, we mean the arrest and exile, had no impact on him. he wrote many poems at the junction of the russian and ukrainian languages, or rather interspersed with the ukrainian language. we raise our rifle voice so that our fatherland grows so much, like the grain from which the ear of high communism began, and then, in the language of the people, all understandable, like glory, all understandable ones will again fall into my... russian to the bones, my soviet to the roots, my ukrainian quiet word, and let them enter the family in a poster, words like zhitak, since a bale is sewn, like grass in the grass, like limen in the linden trees, secretly like black clouds, oh how i miss russian girls, speak to my loved ones lips to lips, gasping for breath, for me the poems around me are a sharp wind, never squeezed between the pages, who can pluck them? put aside, maybe if there were no

poems in the world, i would have been born to write them, 1941, or else i love my native city of kharkov, strong as a handshake, it lies in a ring of green parks, in the blue meanders of the river, i love when it is covered in clean snow and when it is surrounded by delicate greenery, the rustle of tires, like the rustle of leaves on its wide squares, from moscow is coming to him... trains are coming towards him, blue from the snow, he is connected with the whole country more tightly than a star is connected with a constellation, when the smoke of guns begins to fall into the distance from the border at night, we will give up our lives for him for our native country, if necessary. written in february 1939. this was not a pose seconds. on the first day of the war, june 22, kulchitsky shaved his head and came.

military registration and enlistment office to the front, please send me. what happened next? he, who already had fame as a poet, was taken by the military correspondent, but this seemed insufficient to him, he wanted not only to see the risk. write about it, he wanted to fight. in mid-december 1942, he graduated from the infantry and mortar school, received the rank of junior lieutenant and the position of commander of a mortar platoon. on january 19 , 1943, mikhail kulchitsky died in the village of bachev, novopskovsky district, lugansk region when repelling the breakthrough of manstein's tank corps to stalingrad. he was 23 years old, mikhail valentinovich kulchitsky was buried in a mass grave in the village of pavlenkova , novopskovsky district of lugansk. region, we regained his grave. mikhail kulchitsky's father, valentin kulchitsky , was arrested by the nazis in kharkov in 1942 and beaten to death by the gestapo, a ukrainian policeman named vasilenko. he is buried in the eighth cemetery in kharkov. we did not

return his grave to ourselves. why were they killed? he was not forgiven for his son, the famous soviet poet. he doesn't they forgave the invincible russian patriotism. for all this, the police scum killed the nobleman officer kulchitsky sr., the name of the poet junior lieutenant of the red army mikhail kulchitsky is engraved on a memorial plaque installed in memory of the institute students who died on the fronts of the great patriotic war in the building of the literary institute on tver boulevard number 25 in moscow. i don’t know whether kulchitsky will be praised on august 22 on the day of his anniversary, as they praised akudzhava everywhere, for example , recently, but if you have extra time muscovite and guest of the capital.

that they will rave about his poems, they will imitate his feat, you know, he didn’t guess, he became immortal for russian literature, and the first friend for our contemporaries, well , no, the idols are different now, and even if we take his generation, we are from that generation we choose other mentors for ourselves, even when it gets hard, life goes on, everyone has their own mission, ours is to help, where people need care, so that it is not so scary, so that hope and love live in the heart, so that life goes on, it is so important to whom -to help in in trouble, join the good deed on the website to help at bede.rf, in march fifty-third

, near vladimir, a corpse was found with a broken ear exactly 12 cm, and then in sixty-four, not 11 with kopecks, exactly 12, exactly. curiosity in a series based on real events, damn, mommies, they are killing us one by one, something is wrong with this hospital, but yours is sick, it hurts his peer, and if he expresses his dissenting opinion at the trial,

it’s capital punishment, yes i premiere from monday at 20:00 on ntv. it cannot be said that the writer participant in the patriotic war, viktor petrovich ostafiev, lived his post-war life as a writer unrecognized, on the contrary, in the soviet union, having studied, but after the war at the same literary institute, starting to publish in 1951, during his lifetime he received the status of a living classic, having gone through all the stages necessary for that . - the film taiyozhnaya tale, in the seventy-ninth year the collected works were published, in the eighty -first year the third film adaptation - stard, in the eighty-first year

he was awarded the order of friendship of peoples, in the eighty-third year the fourth film adaptation of the film twice born, in the eighty-third year the fifth film adaptation of the film beloved mine, in the eighty-sixth year, the sixth film adaptation . not a single book of his was banned. an example of his fate is the real vertical take-off of a former grandfather. of course, he achieved everything in life on his own, his rewards are commensurate with his enormous talent. after 1991, as a public figure, it was as if he had been replaced; from a faithful soviet

writer who had never refused a single award, he suddenly turned into the most severe critic of the now defunct soviet regime. others will say that during perestroika many could not cope with the abundance of information and believed in the most powerful liberal attacks on our past. but a slightly different context for this whole story is given , for example, by the story of the writer’s son andrei ostafiev. the son served in the gdr in 968 and took part in the suppression of the prague spring, the very the case of the anti-soviet revolution in czechoslovakia. my son says that when i entered the university, it turned out to be a bad thing for me, that is, participation in the suppression of the prague spring. everyone who missed the mark took penalties, saying that your hands are bleeding on your elbows, you don’t belong here, and so on. it was pointless to say that i only shot at air. they didn't believe it. moreover, my father remembered this to me until the end of my life, calling me an occupier. i tried to explain what was happening to me. for the 18 years that i carried out the order, everything was to no avail. viktor petrovich ostafiev

was born in may and he was glorified in the recent centenary of his birth as a russian people's righteous man, as a lover of truth, as a fighter. meanwhile, the last novel by viktor ostafiev, the damned murdered, written in the nineties, is not just a series of powerful pictures of the battles of the patriotic war and... the joyful life of a soldier, it is also monstrous, due to the remarkable talent of the author, and even convincing information for the authors accounts, which had fallen asleep at that time by the soviet government. the damned are killed and stubbornly presented by our media as a breath of truth. and i look at the book ratings, due to the powerful promotion it sells many times, tens of times more than the prose of all other front-line soldiers. yuri bondarev and evgeny nosov, and alexander bek, and konstantin vorobyov, all taken together. that skeptic who will now appear to condescendingly explain that people have not watched tv or listened to

the radio for a long time, but choose for themselves, this skeptic is, frankly speaking, a demagogue, because tens of millions of people watch tv, listen to the radio, still buy they are not only shampoos and dumplings, which are advertised there, but books too, which are also advertised there, so i’m saying what i think, ostafiev’s last novel is a goltela, it’s a black book, after which he wants... can’t answer, leave him, how do you like this logic, maybe he would not agree with stafiev, but they won’t give him the floor? however, we are not only talking about those who died in that war, you know, i am so old that i also studied with real decorated

front-line soldiers, including at the nizhny novgorod philological department, and was in the same alliance with them writers, and drank wine with them and celebrated may 9 with them, i firmly and meaningfully say, none of them, not one of the people i know , recognized roman ostafiev as true, let’s not say the arzamas poet alexander ivanovich plotnikov, not my teacher, a wonderful philologist , ivan kirillovich, a few others... i will say below, but these front-line soldiers are not those front-line soldiers who now have a patent for the truth, others now have patents. in the nineties, having started working on his book, viktor petrovich ostafyev cold-shouldered his colleagues in the craft, firmly declaring: “there were so many lies about that war that you could read three, well, five books at most,” he named three. kazakevich's star in the trench of stalingrad by nikrasov and vasily tyorkin tvordovsky. well, he also valued vasily bykov. sholokhov was not named, and astafiev did not like him, they fought for their homeland. of course, i didn’t name yuri bondarev either.

kondratiev and kurochkin, he didn’t even name his comrade evgeniy nosov, and he hasn’t named so many others that we won’t even begin to list them. there are marshal’s memoirs, and general’s memoirs, there is pyotr veshegora, magnificent, there are memoirs of pilots, memories of red army soldiers, red navy men, concentration camp prisoners, there is a novel by stepan zlobin, missing persons, there are hundreds of volumes of incredible power of front-line literature. shaft in the early days. in short, what is the truth? listen to what our viktor petrovich said, dear, big, i’m not being ironic, russian writer, this is what he says: the soviet military is the most rabid, the most cowardly,

that we are still embarrassed to announce them, we probably lost 47 million, the most truthful and a terrible figure, and how could it be otherwise? 47 million is scary to name the true number, he asked rhetorically, leave them, if you name them, then instead of a ceremonial cap you need to put on a schema, kneel on the day of victory in the middle of russia and ask your people for forgiveness for a mediocre won war in which the enemy was defeated. troupes drowned in russian blood. end of quote: a mediocre war won. i quote further: when the german pilots were asked how they, the heroes of the reich, managed to shoot down 400-600 planes, and the soviet hero pokryshkin had two, and he is also a hero. end of quote. on in fact, not a single german ace shot down 600

planes, not 400 planes. the record is 352 by erich hartmann, but this is also disputed. historians this record. pokryshkin, of course, shot down not two, but 53 aircraft officially, generally about 90. but the point here is that hartman made 1,404 sorties, and pokryshkin 650. their ratio of downed aircraft to battles is approximately the same. the question of why ostafiev praised the german aces and talked about two aircraft of the national hero of the fatherland is left open. or more about partisans. ostafev had a statement. 3 million. almost our entire army was captured. in 1941, 250 thousand hungry, homeless, military men spent the whole winter wandering around ukraine; the germans did not even take them prisoner, so as not to feed or protect them, they began to unite in gangs, then went into the forests, declaring themselves partisans , we don’t comment, or the surrender of leningrad, a million

lives for the city, for boxes, people preferred to destroy other people for a stone, and what torturer? death, end of quote, about stalin, he put everyone to death stalin, all 11 million privates, these are the entire villages of central russia, they supplied these villages with privates, that is, it was not the germans who supplied 11 million, but stalin, 11 million only privates, more about stalin, of course, stalin is not a commander at all, he is an insignificant person, if only the germans did not attack us, then in a year and a half we would have attacked them ourselves, by the way, we would also have gotten screwed. further, we quote: i was told how in the logoda villages, even 10 years after the war, all the women ran out to look at the child, when someone brought the child, there were no men at all, no who was born, end of quote: is there anyone here from the vologda villages of 1955, there really were no men or children there until the mid-fifties,

please explain, we quote further: we filled this german colossus with meat, covered it with blood, that. .. the germans killed ours, they forced us to work, but it was our own people who killed each other. in each barracks, they, in the sense of us, the communists, the bolsheviks, in each barracks there was their own special troika, like a special meeting in the lubyanka, they themselves passed sentences, for propaganda, for panic, for unpatriotic statements

they drowned in the well. let us clarify, here we are talking about what soviet people, including soviet communists, organized even in the camps. resistance, cells were created, and fascist informers and henchmen were destroyed. listen further. the varkuta uprising was fifty- second, says astafiev. a man told me, he was there at that time. the chaos was terrible, in the women's camps the guards were having fun, the women were wondering with their nuts whether the rider would miss it or not. in general, before stalin's death was an unimaginable atrocity, but they rebelled. all the soldiers with military experience disarmed the warriors and killed them all. those who managed to escape hid in the taiga and circled around the dwelling. some do. they lived in the forests until stalin’s death, they didn’t go near the trains on the roads then either, if they were caught, there would be no mercy, you know what they did to those who were caught, nothing the tatars-mongols ever dreamed of, they tied them to a horse and let them go, this... . sometimes it happened that they brought one of their own to the camp from a fugitive, but someone left, but the rest went to swamp others, to raise uprisings, i sometimes think, lord, if the whole gulag had risen then, but

more and more front-line soldiers and former prisoners of war were imprisoned, all people with experience, hardy, terrible evil, there would have been a revolution, the whole country would have life broke out and there would have been a different life later, but they were crushed by tanks, they didn’t even shoot, they drove through living people with tanks, that’s all, they’re always like this, these bitches crunch on living tanks, that’s how it is... the story, but the catch is , it’s true that there is no taiga in orkut. listen further, the fascists just don’t have enough cartridges for the enemy, but the country of the soviet always had enough cartridges for the persecution of their compatriots, if they don’t have enough, they will take away the last crumb from the children, they will exchange bullets and cartridges for bread. or something like this. i sometimes wonder if the russian people have really learned nothing from the difficult times and terrible misfortunes, and whether the communist thugs and bone-breakers, who want a new darkening of the russian mind, a new landfill and fratricide, will again eclipse. they will blacken our common sense, this letter, leave it to the vecherny newspaper krasnoyarsk dated may 5, 2000, that is, on the occasion of the next anniversary of the victory, he wrote this: 2000, i repeat, it’s already 10 years since

boris berezovsky, a certain gusinsky, a certain yavlinsky, have reigned in collective power, nemtsov has just reconciled to the post of president, in in addition, brzezinski was looking after us from overseas; yusom, as it now turns out from an interview with his former owner , was actually in charge of jacob rothschild. trillions were then taken out of the country, millions of homeless people, street children wandered around russia, thousands of factories were closed, american advisers stuck out on every floor of power, the war in chechnya was in its sixth year, abkhazia and ossetia had not yet recovered from the war, and the russian writer, soil scientist viktor petrovich ostafiev was still fighting with the communist thugs who were about to carry out the killings. who are these thugs? this is apparently anpilov, zhares alferov, nikolai gubenko and shandymin, here they are, who else? is this the most?

damned killed, here i repeat, now those who start screaming will fly like eagles, having left the front-line soldier and he was right, well, this is how i answer this: evgeniy ivanovich nosov

graduated from the eighth grade and went to the front in the artillery troops, becoming a gunner, fought in the army of marshal rakosovsky, participated in operation bagration in the battles on the rogachev bridgehead beyond the dnieper, fought in poland, was seriously wounded in the battles near kensberg on february 8, 1945, celebrated victory day. in the hospital, he asks whether he has the right to an opinion or not. next year is evgeniy ivanovich nosov’s centenary of birth. nosov wrote a great, incredible story about the war, usvyatsky helmet bearers, where, by the way, not a single shot was fired doesn’t sound, he didn’t leave any curses in the land of the soviets, i’ll see if his centenary will be celebrated so diligently, so actively, so noisily in january 2025? at first i was sent to dance, i was

a fairly large child, the main choreographer of the ballet company came up and said, my little one is very talented, we would even give her giselle to try, but could you stop feeding her, that’s what my granny said, my my beloved granddaughter will eat as much as she wants, she took me from there, mine. ntv apartment building at margulis today at 25, you are the eldest bailiff grachev, no, yes, my, why did he refuse to execute pokoltsev, because it seemed to me that there was something wrong with the will, let them check, maybe you suspect someone of everyone who was convicted. sergei godin, well, we can’t break the law, we can’t. maybe we can change the situation a little so that it is fair and just according to the law. alexander nikitin, check him thoroughly, so that there is something to hook him on, i didn’t extort any bribes, you know very well, anna popova.

do you think that if you hadn’t worked there and the fim wouldn’t slander me? andrey chado, call our special forces, they are blowing up this damn door, and anastasia zavorotnyuk in her last role, they won’t give you life, bailiffs: premiere from monday at 22:10 on ntv. we had one young guy who peed himself. who said that it would be better to surrender leningrad to the germans, so he was then beaten with bludgeons . or we had such a writer viktor erofiev, verbally by the whole country, and his act became a household name, even one tv channel was closed for raising a similar question about leningrad, but here viktor petrovich ostafiev

said the same thing, almost a word. and at the same time, he is the holy truth of war, which you don’t dare touch. i just don’t understand, aren’t you afraid that you will develop schizophrenia yourself? this is a natural split of consciousness. you either don’t touch this boy and the weak-minded viktor erofeev, or you don’t draw the composition of his icons. because if it’s both at the same time, then the mind can go beyond the mind. why is this happening to us? because our country, judging by everything, chooses fairly consistent anti-sovietism as its ideology. radical right values, and from now on we will consider the choice of 1991, although tragic, but correct. therefore, in the short-term historical perspective, solzhenitsa and nastafekujava will be right, but those who opposed them back then in the nineties will not be right, although i think, secretly, that solzhenitsa nastafija was wrong, their opponents in the person of bondurev and others will not. well, okay, i lived for 33 years in an anti-soviet state and

i'll live on. for three decades, russia was ruled by anti-soviet liberals, now anti-soviet right-wingers and neo-monarchists are on the first line, these at least love russia, even though it’s mostly pre-revolutionary, thank god for that, the de-sovietization of russia will continue, it’s sad, but you never know what makes us sad, but at least don’t forget the poets, front-line soldiers, and front-line writers , who had a different opinion about that war and that era. està new rain side fractional rain avalet.

took a walk, and took a walk, went for a walk, will fall asleep and cry. polina gagara at

the apartment show on ntv. oh, oh, oh, oh, conjure, tell me in my heart, leave the earth, oh, e, oh, e.