every two years we move on to the annual festival, because we no longer need to look at karlovy vary, but not really, of course. what, let's say, domestic films can be shown, because in the early nineties, at least, not very many of them are being shot. and at the same time new festivals are born. the moscow festival no longer competes with world festivals, but with festivals from festivals within the country, because temnotavr appeared in the nineties , film shock appeared there and as a result, and the festival was reoriented in many respects already to asian cinema, for example, there will sometimes very often be strong programs dedicated to asian cinema, in principle, this is the openness of post-soviet russia to the world, including in terms of festivals for the moscow festival has become a little bit. an added complication because now the big films could get into the big festivals. yes, we have such a group of directors. well, for example, and pavel can be remembered who often worked

with code products in the nineties and some films from him came across various european festivals and now this is the right of the first show. yes, and compliance with the parameters of the festival class, and the moscow festival could no longer participate in this, while the fact that we really have the opportunity now to watch anything , anytime, or rather, we have such a feeling. this is the most important thing, we have the feeling that, in principle, everything is available to us this feeling. e, it began to appear with the advent of video cassettes in video rental video stores, then disks , streaming computers, and it seems that, in general, we don’t you need to specially get out to some event that takes place once a year and watch there a certain selection of films that someone has selected for us, it seems that well , why, but at the same time there are a lot of films. it just never hits, neither on streaming, nor in rentals. and we will never see these films. just like the soviet spectators those who missed it. and a half at the moscow

festival, the sixties did not see it at the box office, so here we don’t know what masterpiece we will see today or tomorrow at the festival and whether we will be able to watch it, then, when he tells, actually my personal experience from er, visiting the moscow festival is always over the past 20 years and has always been a lottery. you never really know. you only have an abstract in hand. maybe the names of the creators of the authors of the actors in this film are telling you something, but you never know what you have come across. sometimes it happened. i'd like to just be dumbfounded in some movies. e. well, it's really a lottery that happens every 10-20 films. by the way, i said that we have a feeling that we can now see. and that’s all, but often it’s difficult for us to do all this at the same time. actually, yes choose here we choose at random the festival is good. also the fact that there is really a certain person who really selects films. here are the original programs. this is something that is very important at any festival, including moscow. for the last 15 years, you could always go to

any documentary program because it, uh, is going to take quite a long time. it is assembled by wonderful professionals. it really is cream. it is impossible to miscalculate a documentary program or a retrospective, yes, and for some time there was a retrospective of the same dmitriev yes , vladimir dmitriev from a gas phone, when we inspect films, for example, from soviet cinema, which passed by the big screen, or we forgot about them, or they are so solid? yes, they even on television do not get such properties festivals, which used to be called white pillars. now it is called a corporate film festival. and in this sense, the moscow festival has another root of competitors. and in general, the main task of the future is to invent yourself anew. yes, and time will tell, and it was a tackle of einstein's witnesses and we are his leading film historians natalya ryabchi. kova, stanislavsky we are talking

in this podcast about who and how created the classic famous small well-known cult soviet films about how to better understand them now and how to get the most out of them, goodbye. thanks goodbye. hello this is a podcast of letters i have in visiting people's artist marina tsvetaeva prize winner svetlana kryuchkova hello larochka i am very glad to see you. i allow myself to call myself lara, because we have known each other for a very long time, you were only then graduated from the institute true, i was already an artist and already my mother even was already such a great svetochka and you never

fit in your head, that you are still only you gave birth, mitya her eldest. i remember that you still have a reflex, you carried a bottle of some sandwiches with you, and you told me all the time gave, but today the program unfortunately, well , you have to give me your word that you will come to me, because i want to talk. about the great you, today we will talk about the great saint, who you know this, because today, of course, no one else is online. eh, and so, as it were not very decent. i said it, shut up. i know for sure that this is a great mother with your demand with your popularity. with that love, uh , the audience for you, your mitya and your son were primary for you. i remember these little letters from you on the door, so as not to forget the papilla there, so that this is all, i remember all this, how to put it all in you, because you are such a person.

here, look, you said in advance you marina yes, you disappeared, you must explain this. here you have to explain this to the audience, because there's nothing to be done, despite the fact that so many years have passed, of course, everyone is interested in who she loved. did she really love everyone, did she love children or didn’t love them, but was she able to save her daughter or was it fate? so i want to see you today and only from you. i want to hear these answers. and i not just draw this parallel. yes, yes, yes, you’re right, great mother, and you still managed to tell the world that and we lived at some time when everything fell from the sky, too, not to say. and how busy you've been. and that there is no time and that no one helped you? and that yura the kingdom of heaven was in the hospital, and you ran there with a huge belly, then it was all the time with heart attacks and everything happened to you yourself. this is all a parallel to tsvetaeva , so please, i immediately find her words right away. yes, she writes, poems themselves are looking for me and in such

in abundance, that i don’t know directly what to write, that you can’t throw it at the table and suddenly the whole quatrain is ready while squeezing the last one in washing a shirt or feverishly rummaging in a bag, gaining exactly 50 kopecks. and sometimes i write like this on the right side of the page, some sticks, on the left and others, the hand flies from one place to another, flies around the page, do not forget to catch hold of the hands are not enough. you say mother, she was a wonderful mother. she, unfortunately, was forced to deal with a life that she could not stand at all. others love it. here you, for example, between rehearsals and the prospect directly adored this life. yes, it fit right in. well, of course dull, for example, she simply did not study akhmatova, of course, but she was not very

healthy. and marina, forgive me , cleaned so many potatoes that her hands were working, they were not the hands of an intellectual poet. these were working hands, she washed floors, washed beams, cut down, dragged, heavy females went for milk to children. with all this , she took care of the children, but the poems lived in her. that's why i don't see it, love at all was through the word. to all her beloved, both real and fantasized, she had all her love. that's just through her word through her poetry without love. she, she was a terrible lonely person, the inner one was scared in a lonely wind. victoria the porter writes that her inner world, closed to others, opened up too early. the loneliness of a poet

among non-poets, obrossky says, the better the poet, the more terrible the loneliness. she was very lonely. look, her whole life was divided into three periods of foreboding and love. itself is said yes, premonition loves action, love and memories of love. she spoke about all people, and the action lasts from five years to 75 years. this is very nice. here she writes. i say before death. it's not enough for me to write poetry. i need something. at least someone to love at every hour of the day and night , one star for me does not outshine the other, and rightly so. why then did god have to create a full sky of stars, but it has an element, i wrote confirming it, i on the slate board on the leaves of verov smelt both on the river and on sea ​​sand skates, using the ring on

the glass and on the trunks, which are hundreds of winters, and finally, that was all. it is known that you love your beloved beloved, the heavenly rainbow was signed, as i wanted everyone to bloom for centuries with me under my fingers, and how then he bowed his forehead on the table crosswise, crossed out the name, but you are squeezed in the hand of a corrupt arctic fox. are you stinging my heart untouched by me inside. you will survive on the tablets, there was a lot of fantasy, but these sufferings of her here, if they were not there, but would be born, such a great one. no, of course, no, she was originally. look, please, please, please, all her photos. you see her somewhere, you never smile. well , i have never seen akhmatova smiling

like that anywhere. ah, a slight smile. and here it is, please. see how she felt. we can invent anything, but i always read exactly the words that the person himself wrote, and you can also call poems letters. i even need to 40 and i did not have a man who would love me more than anything. why does everyone have me i don't need my no one needs fire, you can’t cook porridge on it. svetlana, she said to herself that instead of blood, her soul and the front said that she was an absolutely naked soul. this is not a front. said it was marina who called herself she said, and she didn't say that she would stay. yes, that's what she said. i am a naked soul, not blood flows in my veins. oh soul. i taught my soul to live outside

the windows. i looked at her through the window all my life , i didn’t let her into the house, just as they don’t let them in, they don’t take a yard dog or a delightful bird into the house , i made my soul my home, but never soul house. i am absent from my life. i 'm not at home, and the soul said it's pain plus everything, and i can imagine the rest, but for myself with whom she would be with her men. i would be happy, she was now with someone for a short time, it was konstantin alexandrovich and i even all my life, well, not by the end of my life for 23 years. it's been 20 years. he was 28, she was 30, and she was three years older than he called him, my boy. yes, it doesn't matter. the most important thing in another matter was

that she was the eldest. e, she is a front to her in order to fall in love in due time, she needs was to regret, and the encrypted had something to regret when they met, he committed suicide, brother, his mother could not stand it and also committed suicide. he suffered from tuberculosis. what else does marina need , she took in her arms, as anastasia tsvetaeva writes , he went into her hands like doves. she immediately grabbed it. this is the eleventh year that i was lucky to be treated with usin, the ivanovo plant with koumiss. it was all very good. but it was too early too soon. yes, i wanted her not to believe that later sergei and front. uh, whom he served and in his defense beria wrote a letter, knowing how dangerous it is, that is,

she took care of and loved and cared for until the end of her life. but look what she writes to seryozha to her irony. she was a hyper responsible person. i say again duty for her was higher than passion in the seventeenth year. she doesn't know if he's alive or dead. she writes to her in her notebook. if god does this miracle, and puts you alive i will walk after you. so it is with dogs. it was an oath of allegiance that she never broke, and in the thirty-eighth year, gathering after as a peasant to the soviet union she wrote, so i'll go like a dog. it was the seventeenth year, so she never handed it over and she said that he was the best person of all only with him i can live the way i live, completely free, he was the only person who understood her,

understood, fell in love and was not afraid of its immensity. for some reason, they all seemed to have it. something from them should be married, or what? she wants them. here you can imagine that a simple person and a genius. yes, i needed a spark and more they were not needed for anything. this is a podcast of letters, and we continue to talk about marina tsvetaeva and in general, what is love for marina, what is it? she says if she 's talking about love, let's say a poem. i would like to live in my own small town, it ends. and maybe you would n't even love me, because love for her is love. naturally for children, for old people and poets, love is like a living disinterested need of the soul, needing a little. live only be and do not take your hands away and

talk to me talk, at least occasionally bolsheva, it is not necessary for her. love is understanding, you understand? here understanding is love, as far as razdelevich is concerned, since you have already started the world. please say bye. yes, but how is she her eh? men loved pitied sympathized. and with what attention did she treat them? i still returned to the topic of the children. sorry, i'm only talking about my son. that's when she had already decided. it was not spontaneity suicide, yes, how did she hang it on her son, you said, they say. you will explain that mom is already, but she is exhausted, tired. no, she didn't say that you explain he didn't explain anything about his mother. shouldn't have had to explain anything to the point in that she's not there around for me. it's

just incomprehensible to him purring. forgive me, but it could get worse. i am seriously ill. this is no longer i love you, madly understand that i could no longer live tell dad and alya if you see that you loved them until the last minute and explain that you got into a dead end. this is a death note thing. but as for her death, zarochka. i want to tell you. in our city lives the largest specialist in studying the life and work of saint irma viktorovna kudrova is the only person admitted to the archives of the nkvd saint there is no clarity about her suicide. i have been to the mountain more than once in yelabuga, i have been in this house of brazilians in this half, where marina lived, with moore i saw this beam, on which she hanged herself. this is a beam for me

like this so that i hang myself on it. i need to wear it around my neck. i need to bend something, bend my knees, and for someone to tighten me up, because if the rope begins to choke here, the person begins to twitch and stands on the floor. it was impossible to hang yourself there. he didn't interfere. in that case, the question must be very complex and i don't think it should be touched now, because it is too complicated. i want to return about love first, then to the children. e, everything, in the lines, everything in the line, they are written on the list, heavy from th who is not between love and love crucified my moment, my hour, my day, my year, my age without love, nothing was born for this very often. she

i thought up this love for myself, for example, well, rilke is rilke. this, by the way, to say, this is what value. but what she came up with, for example, a plug, so it's generally funny in some year. uh, there were a lot of people at some party. she didn't pay attention to the man at all. well, absolutely, but he, of course, is tsvetaeva and he, of course, wrote her a letter. and what a poor unfortunate man he is, this, yes, about given tuberculosis and the bride left him. irina responded, as she could, as best she could, she alone writes to him. a letter, if one could plunge one's hand into the soul, as into the sea. you would remove the hand full of you. she doesn’t know what he looks like, you know, but she writes, but she writes, she writes

with ricky, too, she never met them, but after a while she began to write to him that she dreams of sleeping with him, dreaming of him to vote fantasies. well, i want to tell you what i’m talking about. the thing is that the most important thing, uh, these were hers. but then , as a result, brilliant poems of a masterpiece were born, she writes a cycle of poems to an orphan. finally, i met the right person in me with a mortal. it was necessary for me, and, please, lines for the fact that the palm of this hand was brought to me bound immediately. teeth for you in the fire , and then it turns out that it would be necessary, which was not a dream, but there was a sanatorium boredom , there was a desire to come to paris and get to montparnasse in a cafe where writers gathered. and

marina could not stand these parties, and having understood this, she had already written in numbers. she puts an epigraph. uh, an excerpt from a pattershan poem. the little one walked. she was very smart and the most hurtful one was walking along the street. the little one turned blue and trembled all over. it is that an old woman was walking along the street, she took pity on the orphan and laughs at herself. the same story was with bakhakh, which and here's about the relka. here she writes to rilke and pasternak yes, i already have pasternak, here, too, echoes. look, they are there when they first met, and they had nothing to say. they were absolutely strangers, nothing happened, but it turned out again through a word through letters to marina for her , the most important thing was not a meeting. do not bother me

to love you, because she could come up with something that a person was not, it was enough for her, as they say, the curly love of a person, as to nature to beauty verses, in order to create this image on a higher model, everything else must be thought, but nevertheless. all the same, she wrote all her life for a while, fell in love with not those and equals in strength, met only rilka and pasternak of one letter six months before his death, another invisible, not only political in strength, she could go to rika, she did not go. she was afraid meet, because a living person is a real person , he turned out to be completely different from what he was in his dreams. and here, and she, for example, wrote. two poems are usually read to pasternak all the distances of verst miles, we quarreled, we quarreled, i don’t read it. she’s drunk, i don’t know her, and she has two short poems in the world, where all hunched up and soared, i know one is equivalent to me in a world where

you want so much, i know one is equal to me in a world where everything is mold and ivy i know one you are equal to me, and the second poem is written in the burrows, where it is now a small holy-eating center, which was being created before my eyes, and we also helped a little ivanechka galya. there, it was created by a specialist in the marina in the czech republic and everything that concerns for all we were, at the station and there are poles, and once there were a little different one of these poles. she called you if leonidovich talk. i went with him , talked to him, but again, loneliness, kudrovo said a brilliant thing. we were lucky that marina did not have interlocutors. she wrote everything down, it's brilliant. here she writes eight lines are literally parsnips from

the last two lines. my heart sinks every time a russian neighs me a bow to the niva where a woman is stagnant friend rains outside my window of trouble and blessed heart. you are in the wake of rains and troubles that homer is in exams, give me your hand on the whole world here of my resentment. busy eating anything in the spring just a sandwich. i will give you a book. and you hold me a sandwich, where did you get this half of it. if you're not who you say you are, i'll find out. you'll die after work. you'll teach me your language.

i think how to get rid of it. i'm just tired tired of being afraid. he calls his mother and wants to go home on may 8 at first words. write one yourself. what let it be, really responsible hyper. she was in charge of her husband when this story happened. this is her only love, as she said the only earthly love doctors seek medicine. i wish she could

already help him with some real help, yes, uh, offer you guys a little bit of it. i'm a genius , she's a genius. i just understand that the actions of an ordinary person cannot and cannot be, but the time for project yourself now, as it were, because we didn’t live then, we don’t know anything about this nightmare about a girl who grew up with maids with cooks and so on and suddenly such a say that concerns them. imagine her life as a cipher of children marina the cook marina the nurse. marina cleaning lady marina is a friend. and where is marina women? where is she like that, with whose radivich she

called my only earthly love and the two best things that she wrote, she generally has the best love lyrics. they were written by konstantin were slavovich, let us undress the poem of the mountain, and after it the end of the mountain. he has a symbol of happiness, she lived in laughter. at the very top. here was the upper mountain, and it even had, er, the room was at the top of this small balcony. we were there, we were there. she herself felt that she was not a woman. she felt with him, finally a woman. here's a second. you talk like you're not a woman. listen, i remember those times a woman legs, look, she is she really, maybe then, but like that? e, marina god forgive me, i shouldn't have given birth. uh, dear no, look, that's when we helped ourselves. packing yura's suitcase because

you had a shoot. this is only the states of the performance. but you were enough for all this. this is bullshit. i 'm not a genius. i'm not a genius, can i read excerpts from two epises 31 letters left, which she wrote to radziwicz, and she asked for this woman's document passed to destroy all letters to our happiness. yes, he was not destroyed and transmitted at one time a number of days. here she writes everything here, clearly. when he, by the way, when she was 9:00 asked about tsvetaeva repeatedly. he answered one read poetry. everything is written there. he didn't tell me anything, any dear friends, such letters, as they say, to give nothing, dear friend, you brought me back to life, in which i tried so many times and still did not often manage to live, you did a miracle on me, i felt unity for the first time. heaven and earth, perhaps for the first time, i still have happiness,

and i don’t want to sweat, i don’t want to let it be, and not the abyss, people supported my split in me. it was cruel. it was necessary to either cure or kill. you just got me fell in love. i told you to have a soul. you told me there is life. you are my salvation from both death and life, we are life, lord, forgive me for this happiness. and another letter. i definitely have, uh, letter a and voloshin's fauna that he does not pay attention at this time. but how is it that she was married. now i can, but she was married, you can still absolutely flat how to say filling? may i read this letter now? then i'll tell you about iphones and about this letter to voloshin. i

stumbled too. i made a mistake in 2007. more i i do not repeat this. here she writes to him you are absolutely a lawyer saint you are absolutely my harlequinsurist my night is my happiness, my passion now i will lie down and take you to me. at first it will be like this my head on your shoulder. you say something, you laugh, i take your hand to my lips, you don't take your lips away from mine read and remember close your eyes and remember your hand on my chest. remember the touch of the lips of the chest, and then we will laugh and talk and fall asleep, and when i kiss you at night through a dream, you will immediately reach out tenderly to me. even if you don't open eyes. love me more. my ardently dear, and you also spoke words to me that i

had not heard before you, a whole new sky collapsed on my shoulders. i always wanted to love, always passionately dreamed of obeying, believing to be beyond my will, to be in reliable and gentle hands , weakly restrained from what was leaving, did not love, admired from that, was leaving. i just didn't belong to anyone. and here are the very main words - this is the fifteenth letter, dear, friend, our whole meeting is on the truth. this is its only meaning and value. i am not on one hour i do not cease to be with you what i am. even if this way, i will lose you and preventive. you said you will never leave. do not be offended again do not leave without saying goodbye. schedule a date for me any day any hour. i need

to say a few words to you for a century, as before death this is not denied. and after that, the catch of the end was, which means i dedicated it to him and i will not draw anything to him i dedicated it i don’t know, i don’t know, my dear max , the only person i can tell you, of course, no, this is not profron knight. now i'll tell you everything. well larisa, he left determined. hello to study. yes, and then it happened. here is the story. it was his friend konstantin who was a slavych. this is not just some vulgar dulter. it really was love, real power. a friend comes back and finds this. and what finds marina never lied to. she left the house. and how it was insulting to him, i was not sweet. marina is a furnace long played in her

camille nonsense. listen to me, he arrived and felt insulted, and he said oh, you know, i also have love, and i also fell in love, and offended by marina, he sent voloshin a letter, where was this terrible phrase that should be cut out and thrown away marina always didn’t care what kind of firewood was burning in her fireplace . it is this, not answering the truth of the word, not answering. i want to say. you have your great immense love for marina and everything else i communicate. i communicate with specialists, for example, once a very good artist, a very good and very famous artist , said things erroneously throughout the country and then everyone started repeating. so there is such a poem on december 12, uh, 1923,

written by marina just after the front said everything, i don’t love you either. i don't need you either. go there, live. and i myself voloshin with myself, while writing an offended hot letter, marina writes. poems you me, who loved the falsehood of truth and the truth of lies. you loved me nowhere further abroad. you loved me longer than time eyelashes wave. you don't love me anymore in five true words. and this famous entertainer said this written by radzevich. it is written to the front of any major specialist. uh, it will tell you not to us about it, 2 weeks have passed, and she understood and decided that both fron and alya

would simply die without her because of the children. i would very much like to say, because the dirt also shakes. so, uh, there is no place to be. i sometimes ask a question in the hall. raise your hand. whose is the person who knows what hunger is for not a single hand of larisa in the hall. no, people don't know what hunger is. i want to tell you a terrible thing, i know what it is it was like eating five days seven and dreaming about a piece of bread, what is it like not to have a roof over your head? i know this, you understand, they don’t know, she didn’t commit and committed even more vile deeds, more terrible.