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you don’t know bender well, you don’t need a motive for murder based on cunning, what was it on strip, i don’t know, the dog, in my opinion , exciting series, we are putting together an orchestra , we will perform shestakovich’s seventh symphony, whoever does not take risks, luck does not smile on him, we will succeed, i will operate, i am scared, as if i were not me , unfortunately. neither the motive for the murder nor the connection between the murders is visible, but there is one, and we will find it, i remind you once again that this is my investigation, let's agree in advance, you are the coach, i am the player, a dizzying show and the best music, and you in general , you spend most of your life on your feet or on your head, even i don’t know, he also wants to read, please read, he also can’t read, turn on the music blogger, hope, my home on earth,

russia relies on songs, in general russia is a very melodious country. inimitable humor and entertainment for every taste. i poured a basin of hot water over myself. i’m leaving, i looked around, she had already packed my things. meetings with the stars. what is more difficult: becoming a good person or remaining? the question is, of course, interesting, both difficult and different. you are the most understanding program about animals. circle of friends when difficult times come into our lives trials, it is very important to unite, not to betray anyone , no matter what happens, the story of a mysterious disappearance is live on air, the whole studio is discussing the nature of the conflict, why mother and son and the bad luck have not communicated for 5 years, advanced documentaries, now the flag of the russian federation is rising above the norwegian sea, it was one of the most striking episodes of historical triumph, the liberation of the peoples of europe under... our

soviet people, current news, political investigations, impartial analysis, live program 60 minutes, the news is broadcast, hello, key events, what will this day be remembered for, when the whole world calls black white, we choose the truth, vladimir putin sits in this chair, he, as we remember, enters the hall through these doors, that’s it, without which you can’t imagine... russia only on the rtr planet channel. i know it's hard for you, but somehow we'll have to live together, you know? well, i can’t put my dog ​​on board without a certificate, well, these are the rules, you understand? jan sapnik. i have a business trip abroad. victor dobronravov. what was that on the strip? don't know.

the dog, in my opinion, pavel maikov, evgenia dmitrievna, no, well, this is some kind of park, vladimir ilyin, quietly, the seventeenth is landing, now he will run, here, and no one else is running to meet him, the owner is coming on this plane flew to prague, but didn’t take her with him, vladimir simonov, the whole world should recognize this dog, what’s her name, palm tree, palm tree, are you bored, palm tree? i miss you too, january 6th on rtr, today i will introduce you. who does not need

to be introduced, in stadiums, in halls, in open fields, people are ready to sing along to his hits. today i i will introduce you to a poet whose lines will be remembered through the years, with his words the homeland is glorified: valleys, rivers, people, cities, today i will introduce you to a father, a father who stood on the peedistal, but sees the world enthusiastically and subtly. already through the eyes of a third child, and you will remember the evening forever, don’t make any more plans, a legendary man on stage, an artist, a people’s, ours, oleg kazmanov.

i measure life by the number of friends, distances, worries and separations, leaving every sound in my heart. the birds of my music fly into the sky, the traces of friends, as if the notes are on sand, they are washed away by the time of the eternal surf, they

are intertwined along the way with my fate, disappear. dissolving far away, but why do the leaves fall, why do the birds fly away, why does everything end someday, and for a moment there is no return. so why are we rushing somewhere, we love the eyes of two alarming stars, they are calling me into dangerous depths, in the spring leash, split

the aldines, the flame will touch my soul. beauty, i am a captive of the music that calls after itself, crucified by the lines that carry me away to the heights, and it still seems to me that autumn will not come, and never will my flight will be interrupted, but why do the leaves fall, why do the birds fly away, why does everything

end someday, and for a moment there is no return, so why are we rushing somewhere? everything ends someday and in a moment there is no return, so why are we in a hurry to get somewhere? thank you, friends, today the whole evening is the

escotron group, lead guitar, vladimir egorov, andrey gurenko keys.

i measure life by the number of friends, thank you, it’s a great happiness to see you today, to be reflected in your eyes, to see a full hall. today i celebrate that i have been on stage for 55 years, my friends, 55 years old, thank you that we have been together all these years, you will probably remember this song.

do you remember how we walked in the steppe, you chose your own horses, your last horse, the devil and fire, was always ready for battle with you, remember how he loved you... he walked proudly under you, like he ate bread and salt from your hands in battle it's so hopeless laughter let's go!

how could you leave a friend, do you remember how cruel in the south and to his cruisers he warmed you, carried you forward and wounded and wheezed, the waves drank and drank behind the stern, your native shore quietly melted and the sea surf sank into the fire and drove you away we sing the wet eyes of the horse e saul e saul why did you abandon the horse to shoot your hand did not rise esaul esaul you left the country your horse under the saddle of a chelzhak. the hideous zaolty left the country, your horse is under the saddle of the chelzhak, and now he

stands tangled, the raised whip trembles above him, he can’t break the straps, he doesn’t have enough strength , he bit the iron pieces, if only he knew what was coming in the future, he knows where the horses are not... everything, the whips of time are urging us on, they gave the horse and me one last chance. e-saul, e-saul, why did you abandon your horse, shoot it, don’t a hand went up. e-saul, e-saul, you left the country, your horse is under the saddle of a chelzhak. e saul, e saul you. your horse has put the country under the saddle of a stranger,

we all sing loudly together, there is saul and saul, just stabbing, you see the harvest. i sat down to shoot my horse and my hand did not rise, esaul, esaul, you left the country, your horse under the saddle of a stranger, esau, esau, you left the country, your horse under saddle, a stranger, your horse under saddle, a stranger, excellent. well, when

we were done, let’s move on, yes, there’s more to life than life, friends, we’re together. there's a white trail behind in the desert, there's a blue one behind my house remains at the stern in the ocean of foamy distances,

i will dissolve it. al yours, there the sadness will melt in goodbye, i believe that i will return, hey, don’t be sad, our memory is stronger, separation, everything is ahead , we must continue to live, in the ocean of foamy shares, once, i create your sadness, there the sadness will melt in goodbyes, i believe that i will return, just wait for me, they keep me through the rains, the light of my eyes, the light of my dreams, a song about us, i know that

i will pass, the rains. just wait for me, a thread of memory will connect our hearts, hey, don’t be sad, the ships will return to the harbor, know, without separation, there are no meetings in the ocean. of ashen shares, i will dissolve your seal, sadness will melt there in farewells, i believe that i will return, just wait for me through the rains they keep the light of my eyes, the light

of my nails, the song about us. know that the rains will pass, just wait for me, remember, our hearts will unite! just wait for me, they keep me through the rains, the light of my eyes, the light of my dreams, songs about us, you know that they will pass, the rains, only me,

wait, a thread of memory, our hearts. thank you, when you raise your hand like that, you’re in the hall, that means 3.4, that’s called languor. i invite the stage of the virtuoso velancellist borislav strulev, one of the rarely performed

songs, it is called nadezhda, the last one dies. look how the wind drives a yellow leaf on the first ice, the last one is better than november, look, memories, a bad dream, and dry your tears, let your eyes. grief, the dawn will make the house flare up with red fire in your eyes are burning again, it’s not in vain that my hand has long been tired and

numb, but i kiss your head lightly, let my hand die, hope dies last, but i am her by blood. heir, hope dies, last, flying all the bridges behind it, hope dies last, but for good luck we rush to follow the trail, we break glasses together at the end, the people will save us once again, cry. and let the stream of sadness, with tears of sweet sadness, roll into the seas at a gallop, the deer of hope will run away and throw us

at night right into the sheets of january, on the day of clothing, bright hopes, may they save, as before, from adversity, for a day, for a day, my string. let him sing to love, and she alone will save you from trouble, and let your sadness die, hope dies last, but i am her by blood heir, hope dies last, flying all the bridges behind it, hope dies last. but for good luck we are eager to follow the trail, we break glasses together for the last time,

love will save us once again. hope dies last, but i am its heir, hope dies last, sweeping away all the bridges behind it, hope dies last, but we are eager to follow for good luck. we break glasses together for the last time, love will save us once again, winners of the

european championship in argentine tango, polina bokova, evgeniy bykovsky. in the silence of the shelf you sang songs and smiled at me i am the night clouds in your dreams. rocked in our arms, the river of time carried us into the distance. mom, i

always miss you, mom, i go and meet trains, mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, on the day of big birches, naive children’s tears. when i seriously scolded him as a joke, he got up and left, didn’t ask for forgiveness, what a pity that i was once like that, mom, i always miss you, mom. i’m walking along the road and meeting you,

mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, i ’m sometimes afraid that sadness will settle in my heart and i’ll refuse to return it. mom, in those childhood years, i know, i will give everything to be with you forever, forever, mom, i always miss you, mom, i walk around... i meet

mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, mom, mom, mom !

polislav strulev, stanislav strulev. although the girl was touched, remember the evening when your wife died? i already had a weak heart attack, for which it happened in the bedroom, i would like to look at your brother’s case in person, the nightmare has been going on for 11 years, i ’m used to it, why do you need this, and you don’t even want anything more about the fate of your brother find out the secret of lilith today on rtr.

you look 100 to one, what is our task , open the whole board, we can handle it, if you ask, then there’s a catch, the name of which character from pushkin’s works everyone knows, how much it will be 7.8, 7.8, 7.8, how many, who at work, talks a lot and loudly, if you answer, then with humor, i chop oak, don’t pluck, problems with water, light, uh, housing and communal services, i don’t know what else, geometry, algebra, physics, chemistry - this is a set for headache, god forbid, now beep, if you win, then hurray, 100 to one, tomorrow. on rtr, you were in

in a yellow dress, i once laughed at myself here, there were such rays, look. tell me to my face that you don’t have another woman, i don’t have another woman, oleg, who is for you? i don’t know how you could drag him into our house? yes you betrayed, mother, yes you betrayed us all, when the ice in the heart melts, i’m there, when the time comes? start all over again, you lost your husband, and now you decided to take mine, it’s all not so, but it’s all so, i want to come back, i even love you, half an hour before spring, january 6, nart

today. learn how to learn to love, start with yourself, ready to become your forever love, you need to create

a new one from the fragments of a broken dream, you decided, you need to go for gold, sometimes the best way to forget someone is to see them again, what? i had a difficult period, i almost broke up with my beloved, that’s why the words turned out so tragic, our children won’t be born, they won’t give us flowers, so we

never broke up, fortunately, the children were born, flowers, in general, everything is fine, the words remain, these, and me, my family, my children, my wife tell me: i need to change words, but changing the words in a song that everyone already knows, you know, is very difficult, but since i write all the words myself, i do it for the sake of my only one, my beloved, here she sits there, dear, with whom we have been for about 30 years , my marusya, the culprit, the culprit that i, yes, love you, the culprit that i... changed these words, so listen to this song with new lyrics, even in a broken mirror, bending over the fragments, in

forgotten reflections , you will see me again, and love will break your window like a crazy bird, we will dream of each other, we will dream, that’s all equals. my only one, betrothed to the wind, illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need

a king now, the stars fall into the seas, if you are not nearby. may my soul fly, we did not lose hope in the hour when trouble came. and now , as before, we will be together forever, and our children will be born, they will give us flowers, the cold wind will disappear, dreams will come true, my only one, betrothed to the wind. illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i

need the dawn now, the stars give the seas, if you are not nearby, my soul flies away. again the heart is breaking into the sky, we are not afraid of heights i won't attack. this bitterness feeds from the sudden

emptiness, in our broken mirror, you will see, bending down, leading those who have lived through life, returning ringing, my only one, betrothed to the wind. stars fall in the seas, if you are not near, my soul flies away.

women, support my crazy guitarists who are tearing the strings on their knees for you today.

you all know him, even though he is very young, a shaman, i’ll leave you, so where is the noise, here it is, come on, escotron. too many bars are no obstacle to him, i can’t hold him back, i’m light horses, let them fly, let them fly, but mine my thoughts are horses , there is no need to spur you, you rush at a fast pace and don’t recognize the ultrasound, my thoughts, my s... like sparks, the night

drives away the intoxicated bezuna jets, i’m from the coron of my crazy thoughts and no one can hold me back and my thoughts will rush me into the distance , maybe i won’t come back, what a pity, what a pity, my sweet thoughts, you somehow rush away, from the sunrises the sunset, from the sunset through the night you rush about. and my thoughts, my relishes, like the sparks of the night, are overtaken by the madness, the intoxicating winds, the crazy fire of my thoughts.

my thoughts, my glasses, like sparks in the night, overtake the bezuns, the sickly children, i am in the midst of my crazy thoughts.

i want to give you this checker, it’s real, young, passionate, talented, well, maybe i can already retire, but when i wrote yasovul, people gave me hats like these checkers, i have a lot of them at home, so you come on, sing, after every hit i can give you, my dear, happiness to you , good luck, thank you for visiting us, thank you for... glad, thank you, thank you, thank you, friends, new song, distant home, compatriots,

like sometimes. we are far away, all the paths have been traveled in all centuries, many roads have fallen, but god has always been in the heart, our homeland has always been in the soul, where are you now, saul? what lies ahead for you? greece, cyprus, and istanbul, the homeland looks in the back, where it left its friends. the walls

of native churches, a cross on a child’s chest. all this is behind you, your distant, distant home, you dream of everything endlessly, the children of the past in it, the eyes of your relatives, the words of your father, your distant, distant home. through the years it calls and calls, and it seems here with a gnomon, church bells, sings, sings, in the haze of a hot day,

a trosh of minoret pillars, dreams of fields of snow , in the southern breath of the winds he can return home, soar like a crane into the sky, somewhere a boy is flying, galloping in russian forests, your distant, distant home, that’s all. your dream endlessly, and the shadows of the past in it, the eyes of your relatives, the words of your father.

how many birds like you are seen off with longing, in distant countries crosses will keep their obedience.

calling and calling, and it seems that here outside the window, the church bell is singing, singing!

thank you, friends, these are exactly the ones for me applause, the most important, your applause allows me to continue to write words, poems and go on stage to be reflected in your eyes, thank you, there is only one natural blond in the whole country,

nikolai basky january 4 on rtr, i have no children. but there are two nieces, olya and nika , we have a wonderful family, it seems to me that my girls have problems, anna banshchikova, why is everything like this, they don’t like me, how much can you humiliate yourself, olya, sergey gorobchenko, i won’t be able to pay for your apartment anymore , sorry, suit, dignity should be internal. i need inspector, oh, instructor, i’m coming to your servants, he’s also going to get a divorce. andrey urbant,

they themselves must learn from their mistakes. natalya varley, get up, go change your life, you can do anything, i said, aunt lucy. your aunt lucy. january 7 on rtr. i thought things were more serious here. go and think, it’s not about thinking here, it’s all here, to play or not to play, yes, yes, that’s it, there can’t be two opinions, because we have five of them, this is a dangerous fairy-tale animal, but when it comes to fleas , i am beyond competition, here are some questions, how is everything neglected, wow, i really want to check, seriously, this is flirting, obviously, just to see, let's go, you must be... it was edible, i had in mind, of course, a bear, when such a stinking little one spoke, a hint right away in general, the most gambling

team, if 100,000 is not available, zhenya will add his own, then what do many people use? the strongest love for the game, this is a five- on-one, five-on-one program, tomorrow on rtr, hang in there, it takes time, you won’t be able to operate anymore, what will be restored when a...

svetlana is going to become teacher of the year with a wire for a light bulb , if someone's light goes out, i'll fix it, and by the way , i'm a good conductor, i can handle even complex tasks if there's a talented teacher nearby, 323, i know what it is, i'm a double student, i don't need to ask, the country should know name of the best, i wish success to this magnificent seven

teachers, bravo! cool theme, premiere on january 5 on rtr. i wrote this song when i first saw white nights in st. petersburg. this was a very long time ago, at the beginning of perestroika, which is why the song is so difficult. i tried to do a composition that consists of music and poetry. i really hope you enjoy it.

lanterns, lanterns, lanterns, lanterns, like pale faces circling in the fog, from dawn to dusk, i say goodbye to you, petersburg, petrograd, leningrad, in the darkness, in a black mirror, here is the city as time goes by. floats, floats off into the sunset, or maybe into the sunrise, no matter what, it floats, floats , this city is like an old, broken ship, rusty, there is a hole in the bottom, there are steel anchors on the broken fingers, i read the story of your life, there on the decks of the proud

i drank from your squares into... the intoxicating air of the eternal white nights, there i kissed the mast-stringal columns, so where did you spin the crazy steering wheel, and the free, white butterfly night, the sharp bayonet of peter pavlovka sewed to the sky, and peter's ship was exhausted , a whirlwind spun her, whirled, whirled and... i whirled with him, screamed, and flew, suddenly , through the yeast in the middle of the night, i saw clearly, to the salty pillow, with an unshaven cheek , clinging tiredly, i found peace, i understood the luxury of the facades of the backs of poverty, i understood the city chose everything, the wrong road,

flying away to the constellations. a pit of other people's lanterns, i leave the ship, now it is nothing. st. petersburg, petrograd, to leningrad, to nowhere , isaac and yakupol are flying above me , my ark is sailing away, goodbye, friends, i’m not sorry anymore, i can’t stay... i can’t build bridges there, i’m afraid i won’t make it like a white butterfly into a white night fly away, doubts may overcome me again and not allow me to dare, fly away,

fly away to st. petersburg, to petrograd, to leningrad, to nowhere, my prophetic sons, will suddenly pull back, the feathers of my restless days, nostalgia of the nights, stronger and stronger! and again lanterns, lanterns, lanterns, like pale faces in the fog of dawn, i say goodbye to you, petersburg, petrograd, my broken beauty, the ship leningrad.

thank you, now there will be several songs that are dedicated to our warriors, our heroes who are now there on the front line, we all must do something for them, because now they are doing everything there so that we can relax here peacefully and listen to music. the first song, one of my favorites, i wrote it when i first went out as part of the immortal regiment and carried photographs of my parents, father and mothers who went through the entire great patriotic war, immortal regiments.

the river of the immortal regiment flows. along the streets and avenues across the country, descendants of the victors in the war, forever young in old photos, walking in a row with portraits in their hands, having left their watch in the sky, our ancestors walk with us as if alive, the river flows. of the immortal regiment, the river flows of the immortal regiment, the river flows and

there is no end to the columns, walking in a row, and the marshal of the soldiers, from the photographs of the face like an icon, without closing his eyes, they look at us, i walk. with us , death tramples death, as in the forty-first world covering ourselves, our life will not end yet. the river of the immortal regiment flows , the river of the immortal spider flows, so that the saved world does not bleach, the hero goes into slaughter, slaughter, silence, eternity passes, the immortal regiment in formation, will come again to fight for...

the souls of the dead first merged, in a wave they float right in the clouds, in its descendants, reborn again, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows. a river flows without a mortal regiment, a river flows, thank you, especially for airborne troops, the song is called nobody. except for us

, i don’t understand, berets the color of the sky and aks in our hands, and the wind from the turbines will press the grass, the airborne troops are forever in our hearts, we hook, we see the blue, in lines as tight as strings, the winds will disappear for us. how beautiful the homeland is from above, let them know that the state will never be let down, airborne troops, no one except us, will withstand this, airborne assault, the very edge, no one but us! we fall into the sky,

carry the domes, to victory in battle, to sharp attacks, when to fire, everything burns and collapses around, the bmd will help us, the landing force will be a faithful horse , will cover from the back, a reliable friend, marching in flight, in the mountains and skies, burning, freezing, crawling in the swamps, dreaming to survive, and so that women's eyes shoot the heart instead of a machine gun, no one , except us, no one can withstand this, an airborne assault, on the very edge... except

us, we fall into the sky, carry the bathe, to victory in battle. someday you will dream of fogs under the wing and a dome rustling on the grass, you will want to gather yourself , remembering the past, raise a glass to the glory of the great patriotic war, no one except us can stand it, airy landing at the very edge. no one but us, we fall

into the sky, carry the domes, to victory in battle, no one but us. those facts of the past war are not disturbing, boots are knocking on concrete, again a false truth, a true lie, sending soldiers to war, we cannot calmly stand on the sidelines, we will figure out where

the finish is, where the start is, will not force russia to obediently follow the lines indicated by someone places, not for... will force russia to obediently go to the places indicated by someone. we shouldn’t make boundaries and don’t need to be taught how we should live in our country. we want to make our way in this world for us it's no use pushing. let our enemies tell us that it is ours. the path is predetermined so that no one throws glue, will not force russia to obediently go to the places indicated by someone, will not force russia to obediently go to the places indicated by someone,

moscow. this has happened many times in history , trouble came to us with the war, but we got up again, we will get up now , it will never be different, someone can betray, someone can leave, someone hides animals on the rocks, will not force russia obediently walk along...

group squadron, i invite the domislka children's ensemble to the stage.

restore your temple, return your light, be holy with this light. warmed by this light, return your blood, the home where your

blood sleeps, return your life. faith, truth, love, my temple, the wind of hope, my temple, where before, to my temple, i return, hands. to all of you, unite, in every heart there is a temple. the name of the temple, love, we will enter

this temple, the temple will enter our blood, return the temple to yourself. return the light to yourself, be holy with this light, warm with this light, my temple, the wind of hope, my temple, where it was before, in my temple, i am returning, hands

joined to all of you, our house is ashes, from rotten truths, and pain nests, and is dictated. it is necessary to knock out the dust, destroy the lies, and scatter the ashes from the snake skins, raise the light and palm in the palm, forgetting the pain, build a new house, now speak the wrong truth, and life will return to normal, where in hopes, my temple, there where before, to my city i

return, hands to all of you, pledge my temple, the peter of hope.

thank you, although the girl was touched, remember the evenings when your wife died, i already have my heart was weak.

“kesha wants to read, please read, kesha can’t read, but a man has to earn money , yesterday i earned such money from my wife, so that the morning mail is on the air and i am its host nikolai baskov, the most positive thing, the morning mail with nikolai baskov, tomorrow on rtr , you were in a yellow dress once with'. i ate myself here, there were such rays, look into

my eyes, tell me that you don’t have another woman. i don’t have another woman. oleg, who is for you? no i know. how could you drag her into our house? yes, you betrayed your mother? yes, you betrayed us all betrayed? when the ice in your heart melts, i'm there. when the time comes, start all over again. you lost your husband and now you decide to take mine? this is all wrong. yes, everything is so, i don’t want to go back, i even love you, half an hour before spring, january 6 on rtr, you are my

melody, for friends, your tenderness, i will love, nikolai dobronravov’s evening january 7 on rtr, love is when you look at one direction,

look, look, look, if you want to look, look, look, well, look at the screen, look at me, carefully, look, look, sign the agreement, we sign at the same time for two, three, we sign , we look, we look, maybe we’ll go to my place, just watch a movie, but it seems to me that lately the weather has not been very good in moscow, yes, because i’m on tour all the time was, well, i'm back, i think clear days will appear, yes, when we are together, clear days are always with us, especially when we sing, well, we light up, how does it happen, everything ends so quickly, and not so much in the evening our name is lanterns, life

is a stubborn friend, but keep your back straight. no matter what happens, from dawn to dusk, and i sing clear days, i keep them for myself , and i return the gloomy blows to fate, and i keep the clear days for myself, and i gloomy before her, i return to fate, my sails are white, like my friends could. they do not catch the wind of my soul , the vanity of my days, and i will kill you, dear, i have closed my sadness, if you get in my way, like a fly in wine, and i leave clear days for myself, and

i return gloomy melons to fate, and i clear days, i leave. for myself, and i’m a gloomy youngster, i’m returning to fate, more fun, guys, more life, so flash mobs, they didn’t move the pen, everyone, everything, everything, everyone, alton, you can hear me. heavenly bright ones and cherished friends , friends, you will not leave me, no, never, never, how does it happen, but my song

ends, and my life continues, seething like water. i leave for myself, and i return the gloomy days to fate, ay-ay, clear days, i leave for myself, and like gloomy days, i return to fate, and i leave the clear days for myself, and i leave for the same, i return to fate.

but i don’t return the gloomy days to fate, but i leave the clear days now, and where am i going? i return to fate! radion gazmanov, thank you for the poems, radion,

lucy, we will sing in a new arrangement , let's go, rock and roll, guys, your hands are bigger than life. the dog that lived in our yard disappeared, she responded to the name lucy for the kids, everyone was ready to give her their tomorrow, and i brought her cutlets, lucy.

the parents are crying, the children have lost their appetite, there are notices hanging, find the dog, quickly, perhaps they are in a hurry. a whole month has passed, but he is looking for her, all the same,

suddenly something happened, everyone looked out the window, lucita shogala and eight puppies, happy children carried, lucy,

thank you, thank you dad for the good song, thank you, thank you. we are heads, my life rolled along the road, years, people, cities flashed by, where i lost my happiness, perhaps where

the trains rush. as soon as her eyes, black as night, flashed on the platform , she then executed herself in the carriage for not jumping off and not holding on, oh, your share, my share, the long road, oh, your share, my share, in the black eyes, oh, you are my share . my destiny is near at the threshold, but it can no longer be met, it can’t be brought back, my friends keep telling me with narrowed eyes, it’s a stranger, that’s all it’s time to forget, a smart person won’t go uphill, i know , but who can tell me where my mountain is, but i dream

of meeting ronet, her eyes black as night, and she won’t be able to keep me in the carriage if i come across that station, ah you are my share, my share , long road, oh you are my share, my share, black eyes, oh you are my share, my share, next to the threshold, but... you can’t meet her, you can’t bring her back, how many years has she rushed along the roads on

the stages in a groan. from the train, but through the windows of the dusty carriage, i want to get burned by her eyes, happiness flashed and disappeared, and the station rushed into the past, that moment into the soul it sunk in so much that i didn’t become happier ah... oh, your share, my share, long road, oh, your share, my share, black eyes, oh, your share, my share, next to the threshold, but you can’t meet her anymore, can’t be brought back, oh, your share, my share, long road, oh, your share, my, share, black eyes, my share. troll is nearby at the doorstep

, but you can’t meet her, you can’t bring her back

. somewhere in the city it’s snowing, turning into rain on your cheeks, and you can’t stop running, figure out where the truth is, where the lies are, i haven’t been free for 100 years. i forgot how the breeze rustles, bird white flies up, the reflection slides down. nazarev, i will go out into the tupan. nazaré, i will leave the shelter. i sit up and cry to the flowers. and to hell,

i’ll suck in the earth. nazaré, tired of love. i’ll call on you for the hundredth time, i’m not afraid it will happen again. i wake up, tear the wet sheets into captivity , hear laughter in my room , the candles on the wall are trembling, a glare, a simple laughter not a stranger, a sin, goes into the throat, laughter into a scream, reflected in the pupils, but... memory puts everything in prog, growing up without me, daughter, and insomnia, my neck is on time, at dawn i will go out into the fog, at dawn

i’ll leave the shelter, sweating, sobbing to the flowers, in tears. in the shade at dawn, tired of love, i will call on you for the hundredth time, i am not afraid that i will wake up again, i will break the captivity of wet forgiveness. nazareth, i will go out into the fog, at dawn, i will leave the shelter, i will fall down, sobbing towards the flowers,

i will suck in the earth at dawn, tired of love. i’ll call on you for the hundredth time, i’m not afraid that i’ll wake up again , i’ll break the captivity of the wet sheets , at dawn, at dawn i’ll go out into the fog, at dawn, at dawn i’ll leave the shelter, i’ll fall, i’ll fall, sobbing to the flowers , i’ll draw in the earth. oh, at dawn, tired of love, i’ll call you for the hundredth time, i’m not afraid that i’ll wake up again, wet sheets,

i’ll break the captivity, it’s snowing in this city, turning into rain on my cheeks. and you can’t stop running, figure out where the truth is, where the lol is, today, it’s merged.

“hold on, it takes time, you won’t be able to operate anymore, what do you become when you become a brad, as i understand it, no, you think carefully and go back to work, we ’ll see, you’re running away from problems, they can’t live without you, yes and you can’t do it without them, where’s our finger, really, this is not a joke, i mean, you do you really want to cooperate with us as an ordinary police officer?" "doctor , come in, undress completely, well , you are undressing something, you don’t even know what hurts me, but i’ll find it now, the cat has pain, the dog has pain, my...

i know it’s hard for you, but somehow we’ll have to live together, you know? and i’m not running to meet anyone else, her owner

flew to prague on that plane, but didn’t take her with him, vladimir simonov, the whole world should recognize this dog, what’s her name, palm tree, palm tree, you miss him, palm tree, i miss you too , 6 january on rtr, natural blond, all over the country. he is not santa claus, but with gifts. i wish you such friends, nikolai basky’s big anniversary concert on january 4 at prt.

this song is about the country in which i, most of us, were born, the country that defeated fascism, the country that was the first to launch man into space, the country where there are great scientific athletes, where the most beautiful women in the world, made in the ussr, above the hand. ukraine and crimea, belarus and moldova, this is

my country. sakhalin and kamchatka, the ural mountains, this is my country. krasnodar region, sibir and pagozh'e, kazakhstan and... this is my country, pushkin, yesenin, vysotsky

gagarin, this is my country. ruined churches and new temples, red square and construction on pamley i was born in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i am waiting for you in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr. olympic gold, victory starts, this is my country, zhukov, suvorov, combines, torpedoes, this is my country, oligarchs and beggars, power

and devastation, kgb, ministry of internal affairs. small science, the core of the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i led the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, glinka tolstoy, dostoevsky, chenkovsky, in ruby, shalabi, chagaly, in azov, oil, diamonds, gold, gas, here. tbs and special forces , vodka, games, hermetage and rockets, the most beautiful women on the planet, chess, opera, the best ballet, tell me where there is something that we don’t have, even europe united the union, together our ancestors fought in battle, together we won the second world war, together we are the largest country, there are borders here, you can’t do it without a visa, how

do you respond without us, friends, i was born, oh, i’m waiting for you in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i will be born in the soviet union, i was made v the ussr. thank you.

thank you, friends, i dedicate this song to our soldiers, i wrote it in 1991, it is still very relevant, officers. gentlemen, officers, with taut nerves, i sing this song with cords of faith, to those who ask for

a career, a belly, without sparing, give their breasts for russia, to those who survived in afghanistan, without spoiling their honor, who i didn’t have a career from soldier’s blood, i sing as an officer, mothers who took pity, return them.

making unison sound in the hearts, gentlemen , officers, how to save? your faith is on the dug up graves, your souls are wheezing, why are you brothers? done, couldn’t save them, and now they are always looking into our eyes , the guys are leaving again, here in the sunset, russia called them, as has happened more than once, again you are leaving, maybe

straight to the sky, and from somewhere above, forgive us , so where do you go? maybe straight to the sky, and from somewhere above, farewell to us, officers, officers, your heart is at gunpoint for russia and freedom to the end, officers. radiance, let freedom shine on you, forcing you to

sound down into your hearts. aflitsers, afitsers, your heart is at gunpoint for russia and freedom to the end, officer. faith russians, let freedom shine through you, making

unisan ring in your hearts. thank you, this has been the case in russia since ancient times, the higher the pressure, the stronger the concrete, go to russia!

this has been the case in russia since ancient times: the higher the pressure, the stronger the concrete, and if there is danger. java is threatened, the homeland becomes like a monolith, in the root of victory, today like a weld, it is again hardened, smooth steel, russia, russia, in this word there is fire and strength, in this word, the flame of victory, we raise russia. banner russia, russia, in this word, adon power in this word,

victory flame, we raise russia's banner, let time carry us like a stormy stream, russia is behind us, the people are behind us, traditions are holy and thousands of years old. the chronicle of our victories will continue, and if a raven swoops down on brakov, my fatherland will meet me again. russia, russia , in this word, fire and strength, in this word, victory, we raise russia, saying, russia, russia, in this word, fire, strength in

this word, fight the flames, alone. may russia banner, forward, russia, forward, russia , forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, in this word, the source of strength, we repeat forward, russia, russia. russia in this word and strength, in this word on these flames, we understand russia glorifying, russia, russia, in this word, epaulettes and strength, in this word, flames of victory, we raise the russian banner.

with the notes of my memories i will pave the way for this life, so that they accompany me, from

birth to the funeral service. i will remember how i believed in myself, how i dreamed of finding my way, tore myself and lived for this purpose, forgetting doubts and worries, this is all for you. this is all for you, the sounds of words are like the last time, show, every hour, the gas was resurrected. this is all for

you, this is all for you, when i get tired on the road, my voice is friend. no, it’s mine or it will fall apart, somewhere like today people will stand up, my song will resonate in someone, then the almighty will show a miracle from ordinary sound

vibrations. it’s like i’m out of nowhere, i’ll come back from every song, this is all for you, this is all for you, the sounds of the words, like the last time... the show is resurrected every hour. this is all for you, this is all for you, thank you, but this is not all,

remember this simple melody, i wrote it especially for you so that you can immediately learned! someday, when i'm not with you, maybe a couple of feet will fly into your heart from this song, help someone, make someone smile, together.

this girl was touched, remember the evenings when your wife died, i already had

a weak heart, an attack, just what happened in your bedroom, i would like to see this brother’s clothes in person, this nightmare has been going on for 11 years, i’m used to it, why do you need this , and you don’t even want to know anything more about the fate of your brother, the secret of lilith. today on rtr, you have never had such a talented class it wasn’t, the stars will feel like schoolchildren again, can i choose the brightest teacher of the year, svetlana will have to become a wire for a light bulb, and whoever’s light goes out, i’ll tighten it up, and by the way, i’m a good guide, even complex tasks can be done if there is a talented teacher nearby. 323 i know what it is, i am a two-student, i don’t need to be scared, the country should know the name of the best, i wish success to this magnificent seven teachers, cool topic, premiere on january 5 on

rtr, the gardener’s granddaughter, the snake, whether you love it or not, you are ready to become my... and i am ready to become yours forever, love must be learned, how to learn to love, start with yourself, from the fragments of a broken dream you can create a new one, you have decided to go somewhere, gold, sometimes the best way to forget someone - is to see him again. why is everything so crooked in life? tell me about your life. a fairy tale based on real events. golden. january 6 on rtr.

and friends, it remains, tenderly, your tenderness, i will love you. nikolai dobronravov

on january 7 on rtr, watch to know everything about russia, the best historical series, watch, look, in the application or on the website. you are watching the news on the russia channel, hello, in the andrey shevtsov studio. they took trenches and entrenched themselves there, storming the positions of the militants in the serebryansky forestry. the leopard is also undermined and does not hold projectiles. western equipment is being undermined with the help of carnet anti-tank systems. a new round of tension in the middle east after the murder of the deputy leader of the hama group.