they promise a miracle, please meet me, this is my mother, yulia borisovna, anna mikhalkova, a completely unfamiliar man appears in my house in the middle of the night, carrying some kind of chariot about space, nina usatova, again he shook you and kicked you out, pavel priluchenny, so that is, marincastina kicked out and did the right thing, maxim lagashkin, i didn’t sleep all night, i thought to you, anna chipovskaya, kiss me. anton shagin, that’s what it is, comet goleim can only be seen once in a lifetime, what a fatal comet, thanks to it i met you. halley's comet. 31th of december. on rtr. we watch movies and tv series. let's look from.

we watch ballet, we watch theater, we watch concerts and festivals, we watch competitions and master classes , we watch films about history and art, we watch educational lectures, we watch science programs, we watch interviews and talk shows, we watch news, we watch documentaries, russia. this girl works miracles, it’s not me, it’s all spirits, they come to me, the secret of lilith, from january 2 on rtr, i get high from love, catch catch. over this year we have become one

big family, so i propose to spend 2023 to celebrate 2024 together, yura shatunova’s wife svetlana, his son denis and daughter stela, again the holy night i only trust her.

vyazimsky’s creation was a dedication to zhukovsky, they were connected by close friendship, but here there could be an image of the dear owner, batyushkov, griboyedov, tears flow into my cup of wine, but the stream is sweet and pure, black roses are woven into my table wreath, my cup of congratulations few, few, but true friends, friends, unwaveringly strict, temptations. changing days, it's holy here honored the memory. on his last visit to ostafyevo, pyotr vyazimsky placed a bouquet of flowers at his sister’s bust. she died young, and this bouquet was kept under a glass cover for several decades. before the revolution

, the estate's library numbered 32,000 volumes; several generations of the vyazimskys filled the house with paintings, furniture in the marquetry style, and egyptian antique objects, but in 1929 it was necessary to accommodate several thousand pioneers who came to moscow for a rally. books in bags on carts were taken to the lenin library, some of the items were taken away museums, and the rest - unnecessary things - were piled here in the open gallery, the canvases were torn, the furniture was broken, the plaster was split.

in the middle of the 20th century, when there was a sanatorium of the council of ministers in the park, it was demolished. a bridge, greenhouses, a pier, the interiors of the house were redone, the open galleries were glazed , lenin was installed in front of the façade instead of a fountain. reconstruction continued for 20 years, in 2016 the estate was returned, well, relatively, to its previous appearance, our life in old age, a worn-out robe, and it’s a shame to wear it, and it’s a pity to leave it, we got along with it a long time ago, a long time ago, like... with a brother brother, you can’t fix us again, just as we’ve grown old, he too has grown old , our life is in rags, and he’s in rags too, he’s covered in ink all over, stained, but these spots of patterns are dearer to us than all of them, as you

understand, all the interiors are new, during the reconstruction, they decided to sew not an old robe, but a ceremonial court dress, but here you can remember the past. if you look at the photographs (avyazimsky lived to see the appearance of photographs), you can see that the rooms did not look like that, the walls were completely covered in paintings, a lot of them. books, various furniture, every corner has its own, on tables, shelves , trinkets, now the museum’s halls are empty, but as soon as costumes appear on mannequins, you can imagine that guests have gathered in ostafyevo again.

i’m in a large oval hall for about a hundred guests, bowls used to be placed on the cornice for lighting, the dome was painted, a hungarian orchestra was playing behind the painted parapet, a gypsy choir was singing and ladies were walking, witnesses said they were pleasant to the owner, the painting was not restored, where can i find those portraits, where is the echo, whose singing sounded, disturbing a slumbering backwater, whose beauty is like a dream, but where are the snows of bygone times? in the winter of 1830 , due to cholera, vyazemsk decided to stay in ostafyevo, pushkin came to him and his friends read to each other what he had recently written.

vyazimsky’s biography of von vizin, pushkin , finished with the eighth-ninth chapter of evgeniy anegin, small tragedies, says that in this hall, somehow on purpose, sliding along the parquet floor, he... vyazimsky, 7 years older than pushkin, they

met when the prince visited the lyceum with karamzin izhukovsky, he immediately appreciated pushkin's talent, he wrote in a manner characteristic of him. what a beast, we need to put him in the yellow house, otherwise this mad brat will kill us all, us and our fathers, they met several times, then there was a seven-year separation, they corresponded, met after mikhailovsky exile, after that they met almost every day, if they lived in one city. vyazimsky suggested that pushkin get married in the ostafevskaya church and celebrate the wedding here, but... pushkin preferred moscow. during the wedding, vyazimsky held the crown over friend's head.

now we will digress from the biography of peter vyazimsky. in 1934, next to '. in the era of the nobility , collections were housed in such outbuildings, and here they opened the münz cabinet, the medal cabinet, and vyazimsky could have done the same. with you in the underground storage, during the reconstruction of the estate, the residential building was rebuilt,

the basement was enlarged, commemorative medals are stored in such cabinets, in countless drawers. military athletes are eager to receive award medals, commemorative medals are created to decorate interiors, for specialists, to preserve the memory of people and events. this is the only one in russia. and an open museum of medals, an open museum cabinet, of course, viewers will only see this small plastic, but experts can open the box to evaluate the quality and severity of the work, mass medals are minted, and author’s copies are most often poured, this medal is dedicated to the learned korolev.

many nobles lived in estates in the summer and moved to the city in the winter, but the vyazimskys used the ostafevsky palace year-round, until the prince received an appointment to st. petersburg, with a salary of 3,000 rubles. despite the fact that a decent apartment cost 7,000 a year, and renting a carriage was 400 rubles a month. the service in the ministry of finance did not meet his aspirations when he was appointed manager of the bank, made witty comments , but promised a successful career. after 25 years of service, prince, senator, privy councilor, fellow minister of education, he manages the main censorship department. every evening in the winter palace he plays cards with the empress.

pyotr vyazimsky lived a long, leisurely life. your first last poetic collection. this famous poet published at the age of 70, selling 500 books. in 1862 he was already almost uninteresting. he is a poet before the pushkin era. karamzin's pupil, who considered him a model of literature, lived to see dostoevsky's novels. the prince, a participant in the battle of borodino, argued with tolstoy. he did not like the historical concept of war and peace. the prince outlived everyone. his friends, seven of his children, all except his son paul, died before

his father’s eyes. peter vyazimsky is always remembered next to pushkin, they know several of his poems, but memories and prose are read only by specialists, but there is ostafyev’s estate, his beloved shelter, the place where his youth passed, may our memory, like a bright shadow, flickering in the sky of the living, not be alien to the generation of future travelers of the earth, see you in a week, but ...already in a different moscow. on foot.

we are artists and bards and poets, we faithfully serve songs and poems. theaters, poeton convertibles, at the front entrance they were not served to us, at the front entrance they were not served to us, but we have guitars, kleit quarnets, but we have smiles and songs in half, for everything your questions are already answered, if the autovi i didn’t answer myself, if the auto didn’t answer myself, the golden straw hat, flying off the head of your windmill, could captivate you more than once, but with some kind of officer’s horse, with some kind of savage makeup, with

some kind of savage grimace. she was suddenly eaten, just think, a straw hat, some kind of rag was lying around, no dress, no coat or jacket, but without her around the lovely lady, such battles and dramas went on, such battles and dramas went on. that she created her own plot, everyone is old, and especially the young, keep your golden hats, keep them until the end, in this salt, when thunder roars overhead, even a handful

of straw is capable, even a handful of straw is capable. play a decisive role in fate.

i’ll get married, i’ll get married, what kind of toys there can be, and i’ll be happy, i’m completely, but you, but you, my yesterday’s girlfriends, my yesterday’s girlfriends

, you’re crying for me in vain, don’t cry, it’s hurting your heart, wipe away the tears from your eyes, i’m telling you , goodbye, i tell you, goodbye, but farewell is not for us, yvette, lisette, musette, janeta, georgette, my whole life is with you, as with warmed by the july sun, until my song is with me, sfeta yvette, lisette, musette, zhanette, jarget, my whole life is with you, as with the sun in july. warmed, as long as you wedge yourself with me, my song is not sung, i’ll get

married, oh, i’ll get married, and the whip feathers will subside, disappear without a trace, but you... but you, my yesterday’s girlfriends, my yesterday’s girlfriends, will always remain with me, don’t cry, heart, hurt, wipe the tears from your eyes, i’m telling you goodbye, i’m telling you goodbye, parting is not for us. iveta, lizeta, musette, jarget, my whole life is you, like warmed by the july sun, as long as i

swear with you, my song is unsung, yuta, luzetta , musetta, ah, zharzheta, my whole life is warmed by you, as if with the july sun. while i 'm talking to you, my song is not sung? yvette, lisette, musette, janeta, georgette, coleta, poleta, cloretto, floretto, mrietto, go ahead!

ranko rent per day - that means 8,660 e per year, i’m not mistaken, per year, you’re not mistaken, that’s 8,660 per year with the ability to conduct business in

the city, this is not passing, dad, your daughter has a different opinion, absolutely right, absolutely that's right, for some reason you tell her i like you, i just can’t understand why, but something is surprising, dad, many people liked me, i’ll go ahead, see what’s going on in my nest, we’ll catch up with you... we ’ll catch up, sir, we’ll catch up!