after that, to the sounds of my songs, it means that the main crooks coped with the last trolleybus, they believe me to cook. i know how to take the first song that i fell for. and for me this was the last trolley bus it was. very close to the last trolleybus, a really blue trolleybus, having left the screens, went its own route, it was drunk on trips on holidays in the kitchen. after all, the thaw years were surprisingly fruitful for the gudzhava from the windows, the crust carries a fried toast, and the almighty lenka korolev and nadya nadya dress came out at once to the listeners silk on duty in april and sentries of love later this genre of bard song appeared first

okudzhava a. then vysotsky and galich later. so nothing. oh well, the second of this guitar is exactly the same as it was from shalovich. he taught this system by ear by eye already the patriarch himself and a brilliant performer of the author's song, suddenly a follower. okudzhava, he knows a lot of his secrets, probably, someone on the arbat showed him these chords and a few of them are not very difficult to learn. and when further analysis showed that the system was seven-stringed. and when bulat insisted on the guitar he hummed to himself captain captain, smiley, captain captain. that's just this central bass. it's tuned in no way, uh, on a classical

semester, and in my opinion, a tone higher than necessary, but it facilitates a whole range of chords on this guitar. the composers couldn't stand me, the guitarists despised me, the vocalists turned away from me in horror, then one of our wonderful poets spoke. she is such pavel grigoryevich said that calm down that these are not songs. this is just a way of performing their poems, and indeed everyone gradually calmed down, because that they felt that i was not a rival for me , a completely different genre, a different path. oh, what amazing nights, only my mother is sad, and the people of okudzhava fell in love immediately, his songs were transmitted from the mouth of the mouth from one company to another, re-recorded on a tape recorder. sometimes people didn't even know the author's name. it's just that you

are always lucky, she is with you, it was both fashionable and decent. you will be an intellectual somewhere in the dormitory of moscow state university, for example, something to play okudzhava. it was very, very good. and yet the officials found fault with the makudzhava song, and suddenly this is aesopian language, i heard them all suspicious in the text. i want to sing a love song. there morozov, after all, he is not to blame for anything, who is not to blame for anything. the same appeal, to whom she walked on a wire, however, this is for us guys well,

leave him alone. leave a living person alone. he wrote about this all the time to him something simpler, but he fell in love with a circus performer. here in this is some kind of secret of okudzhava. riddle like a fever. i would say that these subtexts. you may or may not read. they are so good without loss, right? it’s time for you to stay little by little , join hands, friends, performed and sang a few songs, and we walked and we all sang the song already says, how is it brilliant, god leads someone said that if these songs now sounded wide across the life of the soviet union for all the radio and television stations there, we would immediately change, not vagabonds, not drunkards at the table.

all the seas she chose now was like this when i met him. in my opinion, a very handsome man. they say the first impression is always the best. right here, uh, it's in your feeling. what a genius you are at work glory live. bulat met in the sixty-second year. she then graduated from the faculty of philosophy of leningrad university. he says that okudzhavi later liked to present his wife as cybernetics. they met in moscow at one of the poetry evenings. in the house of her uncle, a famous physicist. lev artsamovich. okudzhaeva was invited, as a poet already fashionable at that time, the guests sang for about an hour and were pleased with the swamps. suddenly. i went up to olga and asked, did you like it, it seemed acquaintance will not continue. olga

was still married then, and bulat came to the evening with his wife galina, the story of his first marriage. okudzhava olga vladimirovna decided to tell in our film herself for the first time she refused to be in the frame, but she wants everyone to hear the truth about life , i treat her memory with steel, she was a lovely and loving woman and the most difficult years of his life passed with him from me. she had to endure the dress of her relatives, who, of course, were unhappy and endured. bulat could not brand the son of enemies of the people. she was from some sort of colonel's family. she defended her right to love, and went through a lot with him, and she twice saved him from death, as she denied him twice. she once drowned him and pulled him out another time. he had a temperature. there 42. she took a horse and raced to

some regional center to take him to the hospital. galina smolyaninova was distinguished by her special russian beauty, big eyes, blond hair, a dazzling smile along with damask steel. they studied grew up at tbilisi university without a family. perhaps that is why he got married so early and tried to fill his life after university with warmth. galina bulat was assigned to a secondary school in the vicinity of kaluga in january 54. a son, igor, was born live the poor but cheerful life of rural teachers, you will laugh at the teacher. he was very weak. i know very well, communicating with those people, it means that he did not check the notebooks in russian . he came to the class, sat down at the desk and pushkin sang with the guitar in the program, this did not coincide. of course, after all, bulat’s dream was still poetry and his own writing, his first collection of lyrics was dedicated to his father and published here in kaluga and in the fifty-sixth year, the family will move

to moscow and bulat will begin a completely different life, maybe he began to write poetry and began to to sing, of course, he met many beautiful actresses, and there were the beautiful zhanna bolotova and larisa luzhina, and poor galina had to endure all this. he left, then returned, then left again, of course, rumor attributed novels to him, like this usually happens with famous people, now it's pointless to figure it out. and it's none of our business. but the meeting with olga artsimovich. she really divided okudzhava's life into something, and after that he left the

first family. it would seem that everything, honestly and the old world for the continuation, turned into a disaster. galina smolyaninova passed away from a heart attack a year after this separation. she died, it was a terrible moment and there was a terrible moment in our life , of course, the question of taking the boy was certainly raised to its full height, but relatives better came and began, er, to bother, so that he would only take away the apartment from me, my god, he had no idea. he was ready to give everything his grandparents took him somewhere to the north. yes, the earth is still spinning. it was necessary to live on, they continued to work, his songs sounded throughout the country. lord dates to every person, he does not have a performance in odessa in ukrainian. i

knew that something was missing a lot. here already all actors play. everything is already there, something is missing a lot. and i uh took, uh, okudzhavskaya prayer, lord, even to everyone what he does not have. and suddenly everything fell into place and so fell into place that the author of the play and alexei nikolaevich arbuzov arrived, and where they closed and interfered and did not give. suddenly everything was allowed to the newspaper. soviet culture, director's discovery. and i was immediately invited to sovremennik when it went off and on. and when i already started doing the next performance. i suddenly thought something bad. it would be necessary to insert okudzhala uh. indeed, they began to insert into performances in the sixty-ninth year on the stage of the theater sovremennik hosted the premiere of a musical performance. the taste of cherries with okudzhava's songs that the actors sang. it was impossible to get it from the

director in the cinema. okudzhava too. the end was not asked for music, the lyrics for the songs was written. often refused, did not like to write to order, brushed aside , look in drafts. and what a striking song in films okudzhava wrote the elements or music has always become a favorite of the guards for a short time, and therefore he is in the garden, lady luck. they don't sleep on volkhong. bulat has one vote. this is this already a miracle that has some kind of parasitic therapeutic effect, that is, the soul exclaims and

cleanses. romansky, but okudzhava, by and large, had a serious offer to work as a screenwriter, director vladimir motel launched the film zhenichka and katyusha based on okudva's autobiographical story. be healthy as a schoolboy and called the bulatovite, the authors already agreed, the memories of how it was at the age of 17 to go to war were too vivid. comrade of the guards lieutenant of the guards private 139 of the guards order of kutuzov, 2nd class, order of the patriotic war, 1st degrees of the division of guards mortars okoshkin is already at the front. yes, here, finally, he arrived after the cure. they commanded us. such old sergeants from the regular army despised us for our literacy. well, we answered with grins,

inept and naive, like ordinary boys, who have everything in life nearby, even military and fear of death and jokes and disappointment, and love does not exist just unfair wars, and once i somehow branded war for myself . although i was beaten a lot for it later when i said vile war to war from the ninth grade. he went through his main universities, maybe that's why he could not perceive the whole truth about her exclusively heroically. you just do not hide that it was scary, very scary, there under fire, he learned to appreciate. life understand that came out, but feeling like the messengers of those who laid down their heads, and the war. what have you done, you bastard? the old men

of the chimen of our yards our boys head travelers. they matured and they dopor in him was the iron core of a man. voeva, honest, very independent and a person who has very little noted that it is extremely important from what they say and in the answers did not fundamentally change his opinion depending on the political non-ideological weather. and the weather, as you know, is unpredictable, both at the beginning of his journey in the sixties, and later , her philosophy in creativity sometimes caused concern. after all, everyone hears how he breathes we in the newspaper in the

eighties came up with such an interesting journalistic finding a book of poems for the newspaper, this is the corner of the newspaper and, uh, the person receives the newspaper. he cut off a corner with scissors and in his hands was the book idea was really brilliant in the middle of the eighties, there was a terrible shortage of books and a huge interest in reading the internet. they didn’t even know a word like that, in order to buy a book, people signed up in a queue, collected waste paper, so the idea to publish modern interesting poets in a newspaper. everyone liked okudzhava, who is here with him, that is, such a short onotation, and these verses the next evening gusev received a call from the moscow city party committee, what do you allow yourself to publish print pacifist poems was such jeanne where did

you come to the war? well, there you have one poem about a crow, and the second poem is about a tin soldier. just then, an unexpected call rang out. uh, was shalovich asks, i heard you have problems with my poems, how can i help you. this is a reaction that is quite natural for gujava. he always thought that as an author, he should share the responsibility, but i told him, uh, you don't have to worry. uh myself responsible for uh, these poems, because i think they are amazing good poem. okudzhava today

looks more than modest when such a wonderful gentleman came to interview. on guard duty, he entered there, so he said, my god is such a poet, and he lives in such poverty, he was so offended, but did not answer. he smiled so sweetly, grinned and invited him to go on. the fact is that at that time to have a summer house in a mess. but it was a great luxury. it was a great happiness exclaimed each other to admire the pompous servants. rebuild, my nineties reminded bulat of the thaw of the sixties and gave him hope, he plunged into public life. he wrote historical novels and worked in the pardon commission. under the new government. traveled half the world with concerts. i don't

know with whom i could compare and not even with the intonation and tambre. but is it this and uh, spiritual human penetration - this is probably, perhaps, with bernes from the cliff, he penetrated his intonation, and penetrated along with poetry. really in the soul each person personally individually mozart on an old violin in the ninety-fifth year, the last okudzhab concert took place in paris. the main organizer of the concert was bulat's friend mikhail fedotov, forgot the grand duchess was overwhelmed for the trouble of refusing, they were romanova and she was invited, and since she came just before the start she had no opportunity to go, uh, to the row where she had a seat, and she was forced to sit for the entire first section. just on the steps. there are words at the end. oh you know the words

asked to translate the words of the songs into french fedotov immediately realized that he just needed to catch his breath lung disease made itself felt, and the company that evening, and he was the best son , was also rare footage, modest, young men, whom the family lovingly called very much. sweet, pleasant young man, wonderful composer, excellent arranger, excellent pianist. unfortunately, we didn’t manage to meet okudzhava jr., he lives abroad and doesn’t like to give interviews, fate gave okudzhava two beautiful and talented sons, but life distributed in its own way by the son from the first marriage. igor's grandparents, who categorically

did not want him to communicate with his father, the boy will very soon cease to obey. he was not enough of their pies and pancakes. and they began to think that he was not controllable, of course. there were people who reproached him for saying that he himself pulled away from igor, but olga vladimirovna tells how everything really happened. igor came such a beech, vaughn was afraid, as you can see, they set him up that we are such terrible villains, but he ate nothing a jar of jam with pleasure. then he came again and again. well, i worked with him a little and ended up with the fact that at some point when two years later he went to the hospital and my grandmother called, because grandfather was in voronezh at that time and said that the ambulance took him away i went. and when i arrived there, the nurse or doctor said, this is who he said, mom. the eldest son of the pain of his father, who did not

let him go until the last days, olga, realizing how hard it was for bulat, took upon herself all the worries , alcohol began, then drugs. well he went along this track. worse, worse, worse, worse, and then there were all sorts of dispensaries, there were courts, there was no one, there was no one, except for me and there was. so we went through everything. we sat drinking in good company. here, uh, we met the old new year, here there jokes were told, someone was joking, and i was sitting next to the mace that he leaned over and said, yesterday my son died in the middle, i'll start. he hears the voice of hope, he can only guess what was going on in bulat's soul at that moment, one way or another , it seriously affected his health. he

tore apart the darkness. 1997 okudzhava is back in paris arriving to wander around his beloved city, the family, according to a good tradition, stopped at the friends of the fedotovs. he has the verses down. you look there sighs. paris it is he who looks up from the asphalt to the roof , there is a constellation of roofs, you will spread your wings and then you will take off. here they come. and i remember how on the very first evening it was at 6 o’clock that we went to have dinner at a chinese restaurant, and he wrote two lines of bamboo with chinese mushrooms, i ate with greedy lips. who would have known that these are the last

lines the next day okudzhala lay down with a mushroom temperature, no one thought that everything was so serious. masha comes to him and asks what you want for dinner. what are you going to cook? he says, i don't care masha says, well, it was bilious, i want to please you. well, bye before i do everything for you. he said what i need you can not do. now i want to close my eyes. and wake up in russia in russia, which has become a prosperous and respected country all over the world. that's what bulat dreamed about a lot in his life symbolically. he was born on may 9 on victory day, and olga vladimirovna died on russia’s independence day,

a believer once she complained to a far-sighted old man that her husband was not baptized, he replied that the hour would come when this would happen in the hospital ward, the poet’s wife, remembering this order. she conducted the rite of baptism of course, when the hour came. i did everything that my father said and, of course, named after john yes ivan artists, poets, composers, to remember bulat and drink his songs welcome, they have not calmed down so far. simply no, some kind of mysticism is always present in people's lives, especially. if you look closely, remembering bulat

, someone complains that he was not spoiled by official awards, and friends say that he doesn’t seem to need it. it was he had his own completely undeniable status of honor, he was not afraid to call a genius and without sinning against the truth , one can say that he is still the most quoted poet of russia, well, like these lines today they are sound conscience nobility and dignity. here it is our holy army. give him your hand for him, it’s not scary and into the fire, he didn’t die in paris, he flew off, he was inflamed. under the management of love of hope my oncologist

vera millionshchikova was one of the first in our country to think about how to help terminally ill people. how to alleviate their suffering and give them the opportunity to live with dignity, even knowing that the end is inexorably near in the ninety-fourth year, vera vasilyevna achieved the opening of the first moscow space, whose motto was benevolence , tolerance and honesty, and a few years later, by the sad irony of fate. she herself was among his patients. she taught her daughters to live lovingly, and rejoicing and living every day like the last, and leaving them forever asked that

jazz be played at her funeral instead of chopin's mournful march. the youngest daughter of vera millionshchikova, nyuta , continued her mother's work and headed the background of her name , the main task of which is to support hospices and their patients. now in our country about 100 tails, almost all state-owned ones provide free medical, social and psychological assistance to families who are faced with an incurable disease. is it possible to help a doomed person? why you don't have to be afraid of hobbies alone with everyone president of the donkey charitable foundation vera nyuta feeder messiah hello nyuta, i will allow myself to say, since no one calls anna with you. this amazing children's name nyuta was fixed for the rest of her life and grew. i don't know somehow at home. i stumbled pretty young. aged years,

probably at 5:00 was looking for. no. it was then that anya was drowning. i said something and clung to it and , uh, anya is some other not me. yes, warmer and closer. i would have said. which, by the way, i think is of great importance precisely in connection with the activities that you are engaged in. i remember that just uh, when the vera hospice assistance fund was just starting, we were helped by such a completely surprising person. david sargsyan, he was in charge of the moscow museum of architecture, and he tells me, and you what are you going to be so hot? mm. i say, that 's my name, well, i'm crazy, but now i'm here, then you'll be 50. i say so what? well, he says on the fiftieth you won't die, it's not normal. let's write on business cards differently. and i’m so used to the fact that it’s always a matter of pressing, he says, you need to listen to him, and i say, david no, i’m not even at 50, let’s leave business cards so the topic that i want to talk to you today about hmm, it

’s really so complicated all the talk about death is absolutely taboo. in my mind maybe just in our society. and hmm, i have a feeling that, in principle, this is such a sacred topic that a person, uh, does not like to touch. but your mother, vera millionshchikova, she said that with age, talking about death and illness becomes the norm, but i don’t talk about this topic with young people. on the contrary, you are convinced that even with children you can talk about this topic. in this connection, you came to this conclusion, in fact. i hardly contradict my mother in some way, this is a quote that you quote, she was, in my opinion, from what was written interview, and there she meant that she was at home, when there were guests, when some people, when odnoklassniki came to visit my sister. she did not talk about this with us at home. in general, the fact that this topic, which should be included in life, is natural. hmm mom accepted it and uh, i guess i accept it evenly, because in my life. it was like that. i remember very well that this was the first death

that happened in my life. this is uh, we have a house in a village near yaroslavl and a neighbor died there, and i was 3 years old, but i remember it very well, a grandfather misha was well over 90. and then he died. well, just old age. and my mother told me that the whole village would go to the funeral. you will go and there was such an open-top truck, and you had to drive along this rural road in draughts somewhere, of course, i will go with everyone in a truck over potholes and then when you grow up, you know, in fact, mom did it for that so that we stop, well, so that it is not scary, so be it. naturally. never in our family would have happened what you sometimes read about in books, that child died. hamster, parents, running, run to the bird market to buy the same while he is at school. uh huh. it's not. it's wrong. no, it is not necessary to carry away this side precisely. if you hide it exactly, then you get that fear that not only prevents you from talking and thinking about it, but it also, unfortunately, prevents us from being close to the dead.