today there is a united orchestra on the stage, it is the sergei prokofiev academic symphony orchestra of the neva state academic philharmonic conducted by vladimir zavodilenko. and the academic symphony orchestra of the lugansk philharmonic under the direction of the honored art worker of the lugansk people's republic alexander shchurov. song russia artists of the donetsk people's republic daria sinichka violin and arseniy vdovichenko piano and larisa dolina i once asked myself for many

years answering. i know you are dear to millions. without you, you give me that she is for you that one

that russia is dear is us, it is you and me russia is our pride and my strength, great people russia was russia is, russia will be from the slavic tribes of great russia through many wars the best loses you walked your own path, incomparable to anything, because you are the only character, because you are

born such an immense simple and rich cave of the earth and now, if i asked myself, your main strength is the people of russia russia is we are you and i. this, our pride, yours, my love and mine strength, glory great people russia was. there is russia, there

will be russia will there be power? russia was russia is russia will be? 17-year-old bogdana has been listed

as an enemy of the ukrainian fascists for many years, who brought her to the peacemaker website. for what. look at the poems. all living things forgive us, father, earth, why do they do this and conquer until you kneel and there will be peace and there will be a mother and these verses will run to the children in farewell from the brigade commander. phantom by alexei mozovym read by bogdan not sorrel already at 9 years old. she became the youngest militia member and a symbol of donbass, she was friends with alexei mozgovoy in 2015. on may 23, the phantom cumbrick died as a result of an assassination attempt in

mozgovoy’s office, there was a flip calendar with a slider frozen on the number 23, and the number 24 was circled with a heart with the signature bogdana ’s birthday after death. the girl joined the brigade, the phantom gave her a militia certificate and made her a daughter's patch. that's what the fighters called her. what are you doing? at the age of 10, the girls were awarded a medal for military merit and a battalion medal, ghost now bogdane is 16. she is no longer a child, but a real warrior who firmly knows what she is fighting for. yes, i was a child, like everyone else, i dreamed of some kind of toy there, and now i dream of a bicycle that on the whole planet, absolutely everywhere,

the world will finally come to the stamina and fortitude of this fragile- looking girl. the sbu was so frightened 7 years ago that bogdana was called the security service of ukraine one of her main enemies, but this did not shake her faith in the motherland. they just left me, why do we have to leave now, but it turns out, if you leave, you transfer your land to your homeland. and today my friends will go bogdan neshcheret on this stage with us. a grave instead of sorrow and a symbol of the memory of the human donbass is always your feat in that distant world war and burn more nearby. this is where

our grandfathers died. they are with lyuba not for awards for the eternal peace of their native country and won the battle of ratnaya then it seemed for centuries. there is no way back to war for the euphoria of a peaceful life. we did not notice, again, how the unfinished fascists managed to raise their heads and lived in peace, when in someone else's apartment no one, unexpected the war decided to exterminate all russian donbass will bring to their knees. the sons and daughters of donbass, a sudden war for me against fascism, entered the battle at once for each of their ancestors, we remember we believe that victory is near and we bring this hour closer, peace

will come to the donbass. after all, we have a just cause. and i would like to say something else. it is very difficult to describe my feelings that i am here now, uh, on my guard, i am now 16 years old and already 8 years old, as i have been living with my peers in the donbass, where many of my friends were killed by constant shelling someone remained disabled, and someone left the donbass altogether. my mom and dad, mom works, and dad is now at war, i would like to say thank you to the person who gave us hope for the future, dear. vladimir vladimirovich , thank you very much for being with us to save us. well, everything, we will overcome everything, even though my children, well, you can always rely on us in everything. we believe that we will win. bogdana thank you very much,

you are our pride thank you, one of the tasks of our special operation is to return memory to ukraine for years of unconsciousness are our brothers. such a heaped up, so alexander asks how the ukrainian, brother, managed to forget our common past.

what did you forget? here's a hookah broduha forgot that i'm your brother. you forgot so we are together calculated we are with you under them diapers. yes, the easiest. you forgot with the brothers, what is there in chernigov, mother tonya, you and i for you. the two of us are standing with my brother and kolya on the banks of the dnieper, you are on my left on my right, why is it so sorry, without loss and you will understand the salad, olim, without grenades, that you, and i for the truth. that's how you are forgot how each without a friend was from there. we repented

much ragged and saddened by our hero. the sky on the face forgive kolyan, but i can't stand aside. this is also a brother, my land. here somewhere lies both the mother and behind us, turning around no there is a meter and not five for me. you forgot bro, how we were left under the worry. what have we done with you, brothers,

that now we stand as a people? my soldier was able to forget everything. now i have you nagel here how to drink water, as you left. so tell me, bratukha happened to let you go, then you again left the head of a man. you forgot, have a bro in yourself you forgot people for you remember everything leningrad you forgot, now kolyan forgot how the grandfather of the seas of the lapel song how so? for a long time

we will lick thor's wound.

3 million 538,000,600 people think about this huge figure. this is the price of the liberation of ukraine from the nazis, the price of victory is more than three and a half million russian people. they did not return home to their cities, villages, auls, then. they were one people, ukrainians, russian tatars and ossetians, georgians and uzbeks, a victorious people who needed it again. victory here the birds don't sing, the trees don't

grow, and only we shoulder to shoulder grow the earth here and spinning. the planet is above our homeland and so we need one victory, one for all. we will not stand alone at all. we will not stand behind the wall of death , and the whole night goes by our separate tenth airborne battalion. our tenth airborne battalion barely

fired, another order went out and the postman went crazy looking for us. the red rocket flies, the machine gun does not tire, and so we need one victory, one for all. we will not stand alone for the price . we will not stand for the damp fire, deadly and everything is annoying. he doubts firmly walks the night, our separate tenth airborne battalion has left to the very enemy rocks. someday we will remember

this and not believe it ourselves, but now we need one victory, one for all. we are not worth the price. cheating everyone. we will not stand up for the price of fire, deadly and all doubts have expired, our separate tenth airborne battalion is leaving. our tenth landing force will get deadly fire and that's it. he doubts, our separate tenth airborne battalion is leaving again. this song together with stas

piekha was performed by the soloist of the donetsk state academic music and drama theater yulia shchebanova and the soloist of the lugansk academic philharmonic society , winner of the international competition sofia tikhaya over the summer months, it was possible to recreate the memorial to professionals with the help of student teams, from eighteen regions of russia they lived in tents barely in the field kitchen, not without their help and accomplished in record time. finish the work, including on giving her glory, which begins with the pylon glory

to the infantry, who now has valery barinov glory to the soviet infantry and you and i are a brother from the infantry. and in the summer, better than in the winter, we ended the war with a bumblebee. let's go home, the war unfolded and mowed down, the end of her four years mother without a son 4 years, mother without a son, went home, to the bays, the ashes of our streets again again, my comrade, the missing starlings returned mad. let's go home, and you're closed, getting up, napolchanin bereshnel. send

home, what will i tell your family, how will i stand in front of you. we are all wars crazy children and a front-line general again spring in this world again spring on white light again spring on white light. grisha went home. here we are, this is our house, the house of our memory. for our people, memory is a special feeling like this. pushkin's two feelings divna are close to us in them the heart finds food love for the

native ashes love for the father's coffins, the life-giving shrine the earth without them was dead without them the whole world is dead to us, the desert soul is an altar without a deity. here it is the altar of our memory. so it happened. most recently, on august 18, i drove through this place. we performed at training grounds in hospitals in front of the troops and come this place. they tell me that this is the saur. the grave stopped the bus , got out there at the barrier, the workers stood there and said you want to go through, while you can’t go there. i looked, construction equipment stood scaffolding. i said

you guys will not have time by the eighth. one of them smiled and answered, and you come and have a look and so i arrived. i see this beauty. this is also a feat , a feat of the people who restored it all. for us , this is the altar of our memory, a low bow to everyone who made it. mind talent heart work to restore it all. thanks a lot. thank you, this is very important for us living and for those who will live after us. in the autumn of the 41st, the wehrmacht army captured the donbass, the most fierce battles were fought for the saur grave, from which in good weather you can even see the sea of ​​\u200b\u200bazov, and

90 km before it, the germans called this bridgehead small, stalingrad, after several unsuccessful attempts to break through the defenses of the soviet soldiers, had to retreat came back here to win. they are the nazis in the summer of 43. pulled up here their tank elite divisions up to the sheds and tottenhaves, but at home and the land helps on the night of august 30, only 17 russian scouts boldly took the height. they went behind enemy lines. and at the top of the saur graves, red snow was installed 8 days after this victory, donbass was liberated from the nazis, then no one would suggest that this is a long-suffering height 70 years later. will see the cruel face of nazism again. at the end of july 2014, kiev decided to cut off

the donbas sea from the path of modern fascists. the unconquered saur grave rose again and the soviet soldiers made of stone and metal shoulder to shoulder with the donetsk militias. also, the fragments did not spare and it seems as if the monuments to the fallen gardens of the great patriotic war are bleeding the fighters of the vostok battalion against the nazis of azov, as well as in the forty-third russian against the nazis with wolfsangel stripes. as a matter of fact, we were surrounded by a breakthrough. after i ask , the heat will begin, the ukrainian militants furiously beat pastels, on which the russian flag was developing against gorski, the militias were put up with tank armada bmp armored personnel carriers 600 infantry special forces and even aviation a monument to a pedestal here on

this piglet lay down hello three packages of hailstones from me , the closest ones filed somewhere meter 20 m, 50. i was spinning in the trench like a squirrel in a wheel. i'm transferring by phone to the chief of staff in donetsk. come on i 'm talking, calling it on me. the fighters of the vostok battalion held back the cause of the uninterrupted, onslaught of the enemy for 13 days, causing the fire of their own artillery on themselves, just not to give it to the enemy, the sacred symbol of the unconquered donbass, the mountain was completely drunk on at the end of summer, as in the years of the great patriotic war, and kiev militants were sent to several boilers, the modern nazis managed to destroy the monument, but not the memory of the russian feat, silent, which was witnessed in the forty-third and

fourteenth by the only survivor on the mountain. wood stand, like a russian spirit and a russian soldier. in our days, trouble again came to the land of donbass, he does not give up for a long 8 years, he selflessly fights for the right to remain himself to preserve his way of life traditions language faith for the right to remain russian land in the group st. john's wort with donbass. as a small homeland, only one participant aleksey ovchev is connected, the rest of the musicians are muscovites, but for them the inhabitants of donbass are their relatives, close in spirit russian people, and for them they compose songs that the whole country has loved.

by seated and scored. and they sparkle with face paints , but the sweets are looking for somewhere here. protect where

are the quilted jackets? if so, i'm here first. russian communist grandfather did not meet in the forty-first. we sight raised his head, the fascist will not pass the bdr, and i will give my life for it. oops russian means does not give up. the russian, like tikhon

, having blocked the sun of the sight with himself, raised his head .