in the history of our country, and the whole world. the nazi directive on the future of the city of st. petersburg directly stated that it was to be blocked further, quote: wiped off the face of the earth, possible proposals for surrender, as it was written in this directive, should be rejected. but the smug enemy waited in vain for surrender. the city fought, leningraders, red army soldiers stood as a wall in the way of the invaders. the nazis acted fiercely, cynically, in strict accordance with merciless orders, almost continuously shelled the city, bombed from the air and deliberately, as they say , in a planned manner, they doomed almost 2 million inhabitants.

to death by starvation , to extreme, unimaginable hardships, for 872 days leningrad was in the siege ring, the pulse of the city became the metronome, and its heart was the people who, despite all the trials, continued to work, to fight for the sake of saving the city, their native country, for the sake of victory. for 872 days in the vicinity of leningrad, the nazis and their accomplices created hell on earth, executed and tortured defenseless citizens, killed prisoners of war, destroyed priceless monuments, museums, historical palaces and estates were robbed. for 872 days there was a fierce battle on the outskirts of leningrad, the victory was won...

by our soviet soldiers and officers who fought for truth, freedom, justice, for their loved ones, for their home, for their homeland. today we pay tribute to their deepest respect for their bravery and courage. we honor the memory of every participant in the defense of leningrad, every resident who was besieged and did not submit to the enemy of the city. we mourn those whose lives were cut short in the battles...

thank you, dear friends, today in gatchina a memorial was opened to civilians of the soviet union, victims of nazi massacres during the great patriotic war. the siege of leningrad will forever remain in history as the most terrible example of the mass murder of soviet citizens; over 1 million people died from hunger and disease in the city. imagine, but this is only part of the atrocities that were unleashed on our land, on our people, by the nazis and those who swore allegiance to them, served, and became accomplices in the cleansing of the so-called living space for the so-called superior race. performer of brutal

punitive operations of execution of civilians in the occupied territories, their actions against the multinational soviet people are fully consistent with the baltic states, unfortunately, in ukraine. they are hampered and disadvantaged by real, genuine history, hence the constant attempts to revise, distort the causes, the course of the very results of the second world war, to glorify the murderers and slander

the heroes. they blatantly lie, in impotent anger they demolish monuments to those who liberated the planet from nazism, and thereby refuse... repent of their own ancestors, and that too crime, we will never betray the memory and feat of our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers, we will never forget their sacrificial path to the great victory. each of us has relatives who fought. at the front or worked in the rear, their dedication, unity, sincere love for their homeland gave a reserve of spiritual and moral strength for many generations to come, they all live in our hearts, heroes of the brest defense

, brest fortress, defense of moscow, defenders of the volga borders of the kurdish fields, generals and privates, soldiers' mothers, home front workers, and of course, courageous, unbending residents of the besieged city on the neva. all of russia honors your feat today, happy holiday to you, the day of the complete liberation of leningrad from the nazi blockade. dear vladimir vladimirovich, dear friends, all of you, we, were lucky enough

to be born and live. to study and work in the great city of heroes, a city that will forever remain in the memory of posterity, a symbol of the unbending will, perseverance and courage of the soviet people; there is no example in the world comparable to the feat of the leningraders, overcoming hunger, cold, and thirst. having survived endless death of their loved ones, they retained their humanity. the fate of each of them is a story of spiritual achievement. we know this story from the recollections of eyewitnesses, archival footage,

newsreels, and newspaper articles of those years. we understand, we reread, we remember. we are reviewing, looking for answers to the questions that time poses to us, questions that are complex and fundamental. we are still trying to resolve these issues today. the most important of them is preserving the truth about that war. this truth demonstrates the brutality, the depth of the moral and ethical fall of those who stood under the nazi banner. germany, it casts a dark shadow over many western european countries, this is our truth. but we are not talking about enmity with their peoples. we, the heirs, the victors, are opposed to

the ideology of nazism, from which the germans, the french, and many, many other peoples suffered. we also raise the question of recognition. in belarus, in russia, we still find the remains of murdered mothers clutching babies to their breasts, infants buried alive, there are countless such stories, and the numbers are terrifying, we are peaceful people, we do not want war, but we are again faced with the question of the right to life of our civilization, but... the preservation of the original values ​​of national cultures,

we do not need someone else’s, especially those benefits that were more than once implanted in our ancestors with fire and sword, and yet, as after victory, so today, we call for a peaceful dialogue, but subject to respect for our historical memory and the truth about that war, we are open to any friendly steps towards in russia and belarus. dear friends, exactly 80 years ago, the complete lifting of the siege of leningrad made the great victory even closer. we have to celebrate many anniversaries of the great battles of the battles that ultimately stopped the most.

we are trying to answer, we are answering and will answer

, be sure of this, and let the memory of those who left us inspire us to create, in the name of the future of our peoples, in the name of peace, we will preserve our civilization, of this you can be sure , thank you.

dear friends, we begin our concert with a requiem dedicated to the eightieth anniversary of the complete liberation of leningrad from the fascist blockade. in concert accepts participation of the all-russian youth symphony orchestra, artistic director and chief. the conductor of the orchestra, as well as the musical director of our concert, people's artist of the soviet union, hero of labor of the russian federation, yuri bashmet. today famous russian actors and musicians will appear on this stage. in each of the eleven episodes of our concert, we will recall the main pages of the history of the blockade: the beginning of the siege of the city, the first hungry winter, attempts

to break through, the emergence of the road of life. we will speak.

leningrad is the only city in the world with a population of many millions that has survived an almost child-like environment. leningrad survived, despite everything, in a surrounded city, in a fiery ring of enemies, people did the impossible every day, they were not... hunger and cold, bombing and artillery shelling, leningrad remained unconquered, our requiem concert is dedicated to the defenders of the city of hero.

i love you, peter’s creation, i love your strict, slender appearance, the new sovereign current, its coastal granite, your cast-iron pattern of fences, your thoughtful... whose transparent twilight, moonless shine, when i write in my room, read without a lamp and the clear sleeping masses of deserted streets, the admiralty needle is light, and not letting the darkness of the night

into the golden skies, one dawn is in a hurry to replace another , long ago... half an hour, show off , city of petrov and stand, unshakable, like russia, may the defeated element, the captivity of enmity, its ancient captivity, be reconciled with you, may the finnish waves forget, let not even malice disturb peter’s eternal sleep. i suffered a huge suffering with you, with you a fierce battle, with the fascist power of the enemy, with the damned

from here, let it be berry, all the same.

koi folk, one

of our first favorite war songs , was born in lin. befell the lot of people who tomorrow, perhaps, had to go on a dangerous campaign, into battle, returning from the port, i sat down to compose this

song. let’s sing, friends, because tomorrow we’ll go hiking. let's go into the pre-dawn fog, let's sing more cheerfully, let the gray-haired battle captain sing along with us, spin our beloved city, we'll go to sea tomorrow. and early sometimes a familiar blue scarf flashes behind the stern, goodbye,

beloved city, we’re leaving for sea tomorrow, and early sometimes it flashes behind the stern. familiar blue platon, and again the evening is so good that we can’t help but sing songs, about great friendship, about naval service, let’s become more friendly friends. farewell, beloved city, we are leaving for the sea tomorrow.

and the early pair flashes behind karma, the acquaintance pays blue, and the early pair flashes behind the stern. familiar blue scarf. at the nuremberg trials , directive number 1601 from the chief of staff of the german navy was presented as evidence of the accusation

. from the air, level it to the ground. if due to the situation created in the city , requests for surrender will be made, but they will be rejected. on september 8, 1941, the germans bombed large badayev food warehouses. the city's food and fuel supplies last for 30 days. the threat of starvation loomed over the three million population. the blockade will last 800. 72

days, anna akhmatova, the bird of death is standing at zenit, who is going to rescue leningrad? don’t make noise around him, he’s breathing, he’s still alive, he can hear everything, as if on a humid baltic bottom, his sons are moaning in their sleep, as if from his nether regions. the cries of bread reach the seventh heaven, but this firmament is merciless, and

death looks out from all the windows, and stands watch everywhere, fear does not allow you to leave.

during the september battles of 1941 , troops of the leningrad front crossed the niva on its left bank in the area of ​​moscow dubrovka. they captured a small bridgehead, which was called the nevsky piglet.

our troops heroically held it until the end of april forty-two. the losses in the battles for the bridgehead were huge, but the battles at moscow dubrovka were the only ones at that time. hope for breaking the blockade, and the neva patch forever became a symbol of the fearless courage and perseverance of our soldiers, from the memories of a participant in the battles on the neva patch, the nazis immediately noticed us, dozens of flares hissed over the river, machine guns began to chatter, mines fell, enemy artillery began to fire , not everyone managed to overcome the curtain of shells, mines and bullets, he said with satisfaction, now there is something to mop up the fritz.

his leg was broken on a patch on the neva, during the landing, there were dark rumors. expand the bridgehead on the left bank of the niva was in no way possible, how many were melted in the neva , rafts loaded with ammunition, guns , tanks went to the bottom, attack after attack, again head-on, again head-on, company after company went to fire, battalion after battalion were transported to attack, the planes howled. the falling bombs howled even more heart-rendingly, their

scream was screwed into the brain, penetrated into the chest, into the stomach, unfolded the insides, the evil scream of the flying bombs filled all the spaces, leaving no room for the scream. the howl did not stop, it pulled all the feelings out of me, and about nothing it was impossible to think. the explosion sounded relieving, i pressed myself into the ground so that the fragments would clear higher, when it whistled, there was a second respite, this time the black cross of the plane fell directly on my bush, i tried to shrink, to somehow reduce the enormity of my body, i felt

the clods lands fell on my head, a new approach, the sound of a diving plane flattened me , the last moment of my life was approaching with this howl, i prayed, i didn’t know a single prayer, i never... all of astronomy, the wondrous laws of physics, that there is no god, and yet not less, i prayed.

sometimes it seems to me that they are soldiers. those who did not come from the bloody field, did not once die in our land, but turned into white cranes, they are still from the time of those... sick people fly

and give us voices, that is not why so often and sadly, we fall silent looking at the heavens. flies, flies across the sky, in the sky, flies in the fog at the end of the day, in that.

calling out like birds to all of you whom he left on earth. sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers from the bloody

unarrivals are pale. they once did not perish in our land, but turned into white cranes.

the very first winter of the siege, the most terrible, most difficult, dark days of leningrad. at the end of the forty-first year, the lowest bread norm for the entire period of the blockade, in january 1942 alone , about a hundred thousand people died in the city, including more than 500 children under one year old; people’s lives were claimed by disease, bombing, but primarily by hunger. and here are the entries in the diary of the girl lena mukhina. december 25 , 1941. “i want to scream at the top of my lungs, they added bread and how much more, what’s the difference, 125 g and 200 g, serving dependents 200 g, workers 350 g. no, this is just salvation, otherwise in recent days we have all become so weak that we can barely move our legs,

january 3, today it’s already 11 o’clock in the morning, there is no bread in any of the cobblestone shops, i don’t know if i will survive i. february 8, 1942, my mother died yesterday morning, i was left alone.

what a long winter, how time slowly creeps by, in the night neither people nor houses know which of them will wake up in the morning when the wind is blowing. the sky is covered, again shorter than it was yesterday, people's line for bread, fear kills hunger in us, but it also kills strength, in the peskarevsky

wastelands, mass graves are becoming wider and wider, and sometimes in vain they say that not all shells kill, when leningrad is a target, i know, it never happens, because even when falling into the neva , shells hit us to break us, yesterday a stone lion there had its paw torn off by a shrapnel , but the lion is silent, the houses are silent, and we still have to fight to live and not go crazy, what! it's a long winter, how time slowly

creeps by.

the names of people who can be called symbols of the great city on the neva are forever inscribed in the heroic history of leningrad and st. petersburg. daniil ivanovich kyutinin, a baker, died of exhaustion right at work on february 3, 1942. he was 59 years old, he died of hunger, and did not take a single crumb of bread for himself. employees of the vavilov institute of plant growing, who died of hunger, but preserved a unique collection of seeds for future generations. conductor carl eliasberg, thanks to his efforts and under his leadership , dmitry shestakovich’s seventh leningrad symphony was performed for the first time in the besieged city. metropolitan alexy of leningrad and novgorod during the siege. headed the church, spiritual and patriotic service. poetess olga bergolts, who instilled hope in the city's residents with her poems and radio broadcasts

olga bergolts, the voice of besieged leningrad. daniil granin, a front-line soldier and writer, who was the first to speak honestly about the blockade in his books. vasily fatiev, composer, last regent of the kazan cathedral, died of hunger in forty-two. year. i say: we citizens of leningrad will not be shaken by the roar of cannonades, and if there are barricades tomorrow, we will not leave our barricades. and the women and the fighters will stand next to each other and the children will bring us cartridges,

the ancient banners of petrograd will bloom above all of us, squeezing the charred heart with their hands, this is the promise i make, a city dweller, the mother of a red army soldier who died, shot in battle. “we will fight with selfless strength, we will defeat the rabid beasts, we will win, i swear to you, russia, on behalf of russian mothers.”

bo bo. holy, holy, holy, the lord is with me, to the spanish and the earth, to him and the earth. for your glory, for the camp

of eternity, standing on the tower, bless, bless, yaavi vale, yaavi, in the name of the lord.

ami, you, you, fight, to you, lord.

on september 12, 1941 , the road of life began to operate, a route that had no analogues in the world. the road of life went along lake laduga; during navigation it was water, and in winter it was an ice road, the only path that connected the city with the mainland. and on november 24, 1941, she was the first to take the road of life. automobile convoy, it consisted of sixty cars, in those days they said that every two flights save the lives of more than 10,000 leningraders. under the leadership

of an outstanding soviet engineer, metro builder ivan zubkov, in the winter of forty -two, in an unimaginably short time , a railway ice crossing across lake ladazh was built. nina sokolova, engineer-colonel, the first female vodolas in the ussr. she participated in laying a fuel pipeline and an underwater electrical cable on the ice of lake ladazh, which broke the energy blockade of leningrad. in that first terrible winter of the siege, leningrad survived only thanks to the road of life.