[000:00:00;00] now i don’t remember exactly, quite innocently, but as always there are some, and there was such a terrible scandal during the wedding, it ended with him saying that either they or i will get married, and since it is clear that without the groom the wedding is unlikely would have taken place, so arkan and i had to leave, these are these, these are friends , imagine, this speaks of his extraordinary inner purity, for him yet... there was something mocking towards the bride, although there was nothing there, so such, yuri sergeevich and tatyana nikolaevna lived here in the famous house composers, the house whose history is connected with the legendary names of ramakh chaturyan, dmitry shestakovich and many others, now yuri sergegevich saursky, tatyana nikolaevna still lives here, from the very beginning their relationship developed in such a way that

even those around. they understood that this would most likely last for a long time. they were united not only by similar tastes in everyday life and art, but also by a philosophy of relationships that excluded any kind of possessiveness. tatyana kareva is 20 years younger than yuri sergeevich, but at the same time he met not just a charming woman, but strong, mature personality. i lived in the feeling that we couldn’t part with him at all, even if he liked someone or i liked someone, we needed each other because. that’s how he liked to say, you and i don’t look at each other , we look in the same direction, that’s where you look, that’s where i look, because he likes it very much, well, women, well, it’s quite natural, because nevertheless, living people

are a sign of a tear of autumn days, flowing with cold dew, and the cranes carry summer, and the cranes carry away summer, spreading gray wings, a high melancholy rings, inexplicable in words, i am not alone while i am with you, de. trees, birds, clouds, trees, birds, clouds, in the mid-nineties, yuri sergeevich became a music consultant for the first channel, then it was called ort , he taught, continued to write music and organize jazz festivals, it seemed that the energy of this person would never fade, but at the beginning of the new millennium, trouble happened; doctors made

a terrible diagnosis. the tumor in his throat no longer allowed him to do what he loved so much. talk laugh. roman spent a lot of time with him, i took him to the doctors by car, but there was just no moral support, he didn’t need it, in fact, because he categorically did not want to be pitied, for him it was extremely painful, that is, he did not want to show that he was sick, maybe he understood that he was... but he still made some plans, and i can remember that even our last conversation on the issue of jazz was about jazz coming back yes, he called me about that i had to do some kind of business, either for some kind of fishery , or for a press release about some jazz festival, and he and i talked like that , temperamentally, and you did it, i say, well, you he didn’t tell me, but you did

it, and you told me that somehow he lived in it all, and it so happened that this, this was the last conversation, we didn’t talk to him anymore, children, colleagues , friends, and , of course, his beloved wife, tried in every possible way to detain eri sergeevich on this earth. kobzon brought medicines from overseas, tatyana nikolaevna took care of him after a difficult operation, it seemed that just a little more, a miracle would happen, yuri sergeevich would recover, but life writes its own scripts, sparing no one, even the most talented people. yuri sergegevich sauzhsky died on august 28, 2003, 2 months remained before his seventy-fifth birthday. whether he was a happy man, or not, i don’t know, i think that he was, apparently, he was a happy man, although he once told me this thing, you know, he says:

my life turned out terribly, and i i would be glad to win something back, but it’s impossible, that’s what he i meant, god knows, i don’t know, he remained the brightest person for me, although i couldn’t for a very long time, for several years i didn’t...’ i couldn’t, i just couldn’t understand that he would no longer exist, so, ah now i just live with the fact

that he is somewhere, somewhere.

hello, here is dmitry bak, the host of a literary podcast, which is called in very important words, let them not talk, let them read, our guest today is theater and film actor and writer, veniamin. borisovich smekhov. hello, veneminich. let's get started if you don't mind right away. began, this is how it all began, exactly for you, what was in the foreground or what was at the beginning, and what then? so, so, he was born in moscow, a year before the start of the terrible war, dad went to the front, already being a candidate of economic sciences, he was already in charge of some... in the main house of the soviet union, which was called gasplan ussr. my father is a scientist, and when his centenary was celebrated without him, it

was at the current plekhanov academy, where dad taught for many years. and now they opened professor smekhov’s classroom. when i i show up in plekhanovka, my middle grandson studied there, and i visited him , and we approached this classroom, several teachers immediately said that there was a rumor among students that if you take the smekov test in this classroom, then this promises you good luck, well, this a good reputation, it’s wonderful, yes, it’s an ideal reputation, but my father... still went to the front, my family began in 1945, what was my beloved mother like, naturally, i

had nothing else in the world next to me and i have nothing more sublime and beautiful and beloved, we left we are evacuating to red key between chistopol and yelabuga. from the second year, my mother was already forced to become a doctor, as my mother had been a successful therapist all her life, and my father appeared in summer kindergarten with his mother in military uniform, even then he did not change into civilian clothes, but i naturally did not recognize him, because all 5 years mom and i received letters where dad drew me, that is, he imagined what you were like, yes, these are very touching, downright sentimental letters, they have been preserved, they have been preserved,

they have been preserved, how great it is, my youngest little sister, galochka, she made a whole book out of it, yeah, so, in a word, dad showed up, and dad brought a bunch of gifts from germany, these were and dad brought poems from the front, like this until his death, until he was 97 years old, he knew a lot. by hand or or in books, or is it important, like in poetry, no, i’ll ramble on, what poems he loved, did you remember , well, at least something there, maykovsky, pushkin, lermontov, bryusov, kozma prutkov, well, that’s enough, well, bryusov is not so banal, yes, this is such an original thing after all, for a new one time, yes, but for tsvitaeva, for example, of course, of course. well, in moscow there is bryusov’s house and

it is part of our museum, of course, there is no doubt about it, as it seems to you, that’s when you start reading poetry around, well, not on the stage, but somewhere at home, at the table, when people find out , what do you remember, i also remember, a lot of poems, although god forbid, if i’m not an actor, people perceive it with surprise or as something else, dima, when the taganka theater was born, and i was born with it, i have ...doubts about am i an actor, or will i still go into literature, it was taganka and it was a poetic genre that my beloved and i discovered, but maybe, before moving on to that taganka, well , just about this time, let’s tell you again, the last years, very close attention has been focused on this decade or fifteen years, yes, between 56 and ... approximately how it looked from the inside, we

know a set of, well, also such cliches, not cliches, well, such common opinions, yes, the spirit of freedom, like it was seen, felt, a fresh wind of hope, a fresh wind of hope, yes, i was already an independent adult guy, i had already canceled my dreams of teaching russian... language and literature, and followed the lead of an inner voice or, how else can i say, an inner demon, the existence of which you know, as a wonderful teacher at a theater institute , we all followed the lead of some devil, well, socrates was executed for this, because he spoke with some kind of deinion, remember, with some kind of demon. that is, not only us, but for quite a long time already, well, this is a good devil,

positive, and most importantly in our profession, this is, of course, who was, for example, my older friend, an amazing actor , oleg pavlovich tabakov, a clown, a clown with a capital c, but the clownery tormented me, pulled me, insomnia was my tomilla, as they say... not really, after all namely, acting, this is the one who knows how to pretend , uh-huh, this is a word with a double meaning, of course, with negative and positive, acting, acting with one’s face, yes, that is, not being oneself, pretending, imitating life. or reincarnate, but we will go

aside, well, it’s time for the ataganka, i entered the the then best theater institute, the chukin school for the young master vladimir etush, and then i can already remind those viewers who are also my readers, and this many times... that is, not even in the writer, in mathematics, he did not believe, but why exactly in mathematics, well, it’s so rounded off with the word mathematics, the concept is too smart, i think, but it’s impossible , an actor shouldn’t be, i’m convinced that this is so, an actor, his head sometimes seems to outweigh, yes, that is, he should be all skin, gesture, again we go into technology.

it means, yes, indeed, being a stupid person and an actor, well, is not the most interesting combination for me, but an actor is smart, well , my favorite actors are smaktunovsky, stegneev, oleg borisov, yuri nikulin, the most beautiful, of course, and this , these are super actors, because there are wonderful actors, and there are...' up, there was some case when marlon brondo in london asked laurence olivier, these are two giants, but young brondo, who went through the stanislavsky school in new york, when asked how you do it all, he answered serra laurence olivier, a genius of all times, i am a representative of the school of experience of konstantin

stanislavsky, well, what laurence olivier answered, and i don’t really know what swear words sound like in english. brondo, how do you manage to do everything, he said, you have to be good at pretending, that’s all, look, because the popular opinion, a cliché, not mine, is that taganka is not very stanislavsky, maybe even quite the opposite, yes or whatever, after all, this is what kind of theater it was then, all the time. there is a contrast between the theater

of experience and the theater of presentation, here is the theater experiences are stanislavsky's theater, the actor must penetrate inside the image, must shelter himself... yes, here, to feel like this person, there inside, to grow in yourself , what is there, yes, yeah, and the theater performance turned out to be stronger in new time, yeah, and if only because one way or another, but in its best manifestations, it is a combination of experiences and ideas, therefore brecht, therefore mayakovsky, therefore external, yes. to go from the internal to the external, this is stanislavsky, to go from the external to the internal, this is vakhtangov, stanislavsky’s favorite student, here so they branched off from him, from the brilliant stanislavsky, vakhtangov towards fantastic realism, we will quote,

dostoevsky, yes, and mirholt, that’s in some direction of the theater. constructivism, uh-huh, theater, uh, avant-garde, maybe, yes, in this place, uh-huh, well, in general, an amazing time, we won’t leave again, but let’s denote that it’s not a person , it’s a theater, there are gaideburov, tairov, vakhtangov, stanislavsky, mirkhold, well, it’s all very close, and komissarsko, it’s not too long ago, compared to how good you are you know the story, yes, what are you, what are you, i, i am a viewer, i am a teacher at the studio school, nothing more. but this is an amazing time, namely taganka - still did not continue anything literally , an amateur’s judgment, but synthesized it all, so twisted it, tied it up so much that it hit, as my students say, they say, i got hit, that it got into millions of people, respecting the mode of the podcast

lab, i’ll shorten and answer, i didn’t succeed at the very beginning, i graduated with honors, at first for the second year i was, as they say, a poor listener, volunteer, in the middle of the second year etuzh demanded that i return, and i and sasha zbruev, my classmate, whom etuzh also deprived of certificates after the first year, was also too smart, yes, probably not, something different, for each , well, actually, everyone was too smart, and you and i, that’s for... i choose not only according to my taste, but according to the taste of that new russian literature, prose, which i endlessly fell in love with, the opening of

the magazine youth, the appearance of anatoly gladilin, aksenov, i read it avidly. new young prose prose was spoken at that time, but it’s young, in my opinion, and there, one way or another, i heard a call to leave moscow, because moscow is not russia, it’s the capital, but to go to where the present breathes, that is, all russian literature between two calls, get out of moscow or to moscow moscow , i just came up with this, but in my opinion it’s not bad, very good. we continue and i remind you that our guest today is theater and film actor and writer veniamin smekhov. now i will finish what i started, which means i left, of

my own free will i went to the volga in kuibysh, in samara, lasted me for a year, in a year i went through a gigantic school of experience, nine performances in which i participated, three main roles, simultaneously television, radio, skit, something else, in a year there was, damn, what a sophisticated there was something new in my destiny, and he was there, without him nothing would have happened, nothing happy, nikolai zasukhin, a great artist, a great actor, and i saw how this man works, he is a front-line soldier, he came from the war, young, wonderful, a miracle -actor, in general, he was my first real teacher after etusha, and then i returned to moscow because of nostalgia... the city, i was eaten up by nostalgia, about this i wrote a story

on the way to moscow, the story was given by my teacher, whom you probably knew, yuri borisovich borev, of course, gave to youth magazine, they wanted to publish my youth story, a story about a young man who went to the volga and from there returns to everything, and there , of course, zasukhin is one of the main characters, this story was not published, thank god, but the romance with the youth magazine continued a little later, at the same time i enter the theater dramas and comedies, because you have to earn a living and somehow live, then, which later became the taganka theater, a year later yuri lyubimov came to this theater, uh-huh, with him the eight main characters of the kind man from xizuan,

a brilliant, graduation performance shukin school and lyubimovsky’s first director’s masterpiece, described in all the theatrical anthologies of the world , of course, of course, well, well, i didn’t know my fate, but i was already working in drama and comedy and was about to leave there too, to go into literature i’m sure all the time there’s some kind of fork in your mind, that in literature you always go into literature, as is the norm for an artist, for a normal person to doubt, well, at such distances, pasternak has a rejection of music, a rejection of philosophy, but without drawing parallels, but i keep saying something all the time, this is not the first time, he never parted with words , never parted, but the music beckoned him, scriabin, remember, everything, of course, you and i remember this, scriabin, where should i go from my steps

deities, here, it’s amazing, all around you, so everything appeared, lyubimov, around you vysotsky, filattov, zolotukhin, but there is smekhov, very much, at first there was no one, at first there was a kind man from sizuan, and lyubimov, reorganized the theater, not many actors remained from the previous theater, whom he believed, including three young people, yura smirnov, all volod sobolev, here i am, and some other group of actors, we connected with him, with his heroes, a kind person, and gave birth to this performance, a kind person and sizuana, already on the theater stage. opposite taganskaya metro station, the theater had a very stupid name, drama

and comedy, we called it trauma and comedy, of course, everything was wonderful, theater was born, and life was born at 24, now it’s 7:24, yes, yes, around the clock, that means this kind of life began, like this, like this, this is how life began. after this gigantic success, it was impossible to play a play every day, but they played, say, 2 days later on the third, there were some two performances left from the previous repertoire, especially a new play, it was, it was the debut of pyotr naumovich fomenko, microdistrict, microdistrict, and fomenko himself, an extraordinary man

attractiveness, a brilliant person, theatrical art, became my god in the theater, this is the most beloved creature in culture, if i had to... we , my beloved wife and your wonderful friend galina aksenova, had to go somewhere, i called firenka and i say, bless, he says, bless, let’s expand the vessels and narrow them at once, long live the muses , let the mind disappear, beautifully, beautifully, well, our interlocutors remember, of course, pushkin’s original , there are no vessels there and the mind is the other way around, the sun is the other way around. so my soul remained my brains, i don’t know, my stupidity, still kept the name closest to my heart, this is vladimir mayakovsky, and i am very glad that i

came to visit you, dmitry petrovich, because. the life of my , let's say, last performance in memory of mayakovsky, began before your eyes, quite correctly, in rome, it was the time, yes, it was , well, some amazing family of a grandiose artist who was in love, an italian who was in love with maykovsky and came up with the book bedbug, illustrations for all of scenamov’s, bedbug maykovsky, and his wife, larisa, from the astrakhan theater, who wanted to arrange a grand presentation of her husband’s book, but so that the russian word would be heard, that’s it, they found my glasha, galina gennadievna, she said, well, of course, we can come, and venya will read maykovsky, you can wake him up, he he can always read maikokovsky, but he’d better come up with

a play, and i came up with a play for three. and here you go, masha matveeva, dima vysotsky and i, in rome, after the presentation of the wonderful book, bedbug, we are playing for the first time the flute spine, aksenova actually the director of the play, she is a merciless theater director, and this is where the theaters are from, well, how can i put it, at the start. this is zero directing, and the theater is already in full swing, there must be a director, this will be your word, today’s, this is a formula that i attach great importance to, well, this is known, well, here is the performance,

russian emigrants are sitting in the hall, well then yes, already... yes , russians, journalists, guests, a lot of russian-hearing people, russian speakers, in love with mayakovsky, the italian, the credits are in italian, and so on, you were you were one of the dear guests of this, it was very dear to me, these are evenings, so i include my first words from this performance, for all of you who liked or like, we keep them as icons near the soul in the cave, like a cup of wine in a table toast , i raise my skull filled with poetry, i increasingly think whether it would be better to put a bullet point at my end , today, just in case, i’m giving a farewell

concert, this is the beginning of the performance, and my favorite poems from mayakovsky’s favorite poem are also heard there. . in the sky of my bethlehem, no signs were burning, no one was stopping the curly-headed wise men from sleeping with their graves, the day of my descent to you was absolutely like everyone else, sickeningly the same. and no one guessed to hint to the narrow-minded, indelicate star, the star is supposedly too lazy to shine on... it’s vain for you, if it’s not the day of human birth, then the devil’s star should still be celebrated, and so on. and maykovsky for life. maikovsky is my admission to the theater institute. i read in 140 a dream the sunset was burning at the mkhat studios school to my eldest brother-in-law, veniamin zakharovich radomyslensky, rector, rector of

the studio school and the immortal, adored, pope vienna, as everyone called him. yes, yes, from tabakov to batalov, he entered the school, the studio, he entered boris evgenievich zakhary, the rector, vakhtangov’s favorite. finished and preferred the vakhtangov theater to performances, we continue and i remind you that our guest today is theater and film actor and writer veniamin borisovich smekhov. it seems to me that you have come to literature with new and new books, not only memoirs, but also books of different genres. yeah that's what it's for you, and what seems most important to you, memories or your original works, now i will combine two names, fomenko and lyubimov, fomenko and lyubimov, the theater, that is, the workshop of pyotr fomenko and the beloved taganka of yuri petrovich,

differ from all other theaters in many ways, but most of all, of course, devotion to the word, for the beloved, the stage was a very important genre and poetry to the stage was very important the theater of the word the theater of verse, but that’s the whole point , probably my beloved theater glasha aksyonov will argue, because to name taganka only the theater of words is impossible, the theater on the taganka, the beloved is the theater of the multitude, this is the theater of the great crossroads. lyubimov seemed to indicate to those who did not know that theater

is a crossroads, a crossroads of arts, this is a word, this is sound, this is music, this is painting , this is a gesture, this is graphics, yeah, and lyubimov turned out to be a genius as a collector, yes , yes, this is a strategist, he collected everything, that’s why this... dmitry dmitrievich became regular guests and friends of the theater, these are world figures, it’s difficult to even give such an example, yes, where at this level mayakovsky 's nonsense would be adjacent to each other on one side, gubaidulina, schnittki, denisov on the other, yes, well, those are the words after all. this is music, that's one more thing. pasternak called voznesensky, and then mezherov, alexander petrovich, repeated it. poetry

is first of all a sound, uh-huh, it is a sound in the heart or soul of this combination, uh-huh, music, gesture, painting and so on. akhmadulina, after all, probably says the opposite, i really love her lines, where they seem to be talking about the opposite situation. maybe i'm wrong, music comes first, but speech music is free to speak, after all, or there is no contradiction here, probably not , it was like this at the taganka, at pyotr fomenko in the theater, his schools, his students, these are people devoted to sound, to the word, it began with mayakovsky, mayakovsky is the message sent to me friendship with his friends, with his muse, with lily. with vasily maikovsky - this is admission, as i said, to institutes and listen to the play, which lyubimov

staged, and the uncultured authorities of culture banned it, but it did not succeed, too good people stood up for us, what mayakovsky didn’t please, he seemed to be, how can i put it, officially recognized, although vulnerable, honest, direct. now i ’ll give you a choice of just a phrase that sounded in our performance: we turned history around. say goodbye to old things forever, a communist and a man who cannot be bloodthirsty. this is mayakovsky’s response to what was done to the family of nicholas ii. and this is a performance that... unbearable for the bolshevik cultural leaders, every year the beloved received a proposal to remove him

from the repertoire, of course, yes, the performance lived a great happy life, and i am twice happy, i wrote this script and was a co-author, my beloved is also literature, also literature, yes, because this is not only a game, but this is a word, no, this is a word, this is literature, and they stood next to me my friends. there were five mayakovskys, sherbakov, khmelnitsky, zolotukhin, vysotsky and me, well, my friends were next to me. early taganka vysotsky zolotukhin, zolotukhin is a wonderful prose writer, yes, of course, and vysotsky is a brilliant russian poet, that’s all, well, so it was all nearby, close, words were not dropped, words were not muttered, there was a responsibility to the word, then we all choked, then in new book releases, here is yuri trifonov, a great, great prose writer, next to him for

me... these were all the people whom tvordovsky in the new world, well, i took care of you, you know, i’m so sorry that they are practically not in the reading circle, now, this sounds very scary, i adore yuri valentinovich, of course , dendrov too, but i communicate with students, that’s strange as it may seem , for some reason, well, there may be a house on the embankment, but there is wonderful other things, yes there is time... this is the job of educators, dima, well, i’m trying, but most likely not yet, parents, i had a friend whom i included in all my memoirs, andrei egorov, the favorite of the great mathematician, andrei nikolaevich kolmagov, a great genius, yes, we read books during the distillation, this is a competition, i think, the norm for teenagers in our time too, i

was lucky, i saw a lot of young people who prefer paper, so to speak, literature, just butter oil my soul on our podcast, this is just on topic, let me now i’ll tell you about today, it’s about time that zhenya mironov invited me to the play kokalo, this is a play by anna kozlova, a very successful author of tv series and drama, a little... which is called the last summer, the finnish word, the name of this village near leningrad under repino is called peter, and this is very close to me, because mayakovsky very often boasted of a seven-day week , he came to kuokkola without a penny of money, he was fed one day

by chukovsky, the second by repin, to my joy, all my doubts were dispelled, i doubted as i i doubt it, and this is normal, before each new performance, but i’m lucky, i play a twelve-year-old boy, a hero who, after as many years as i have, i remember my childhood, i am convinced that everyone has. there are moments among our viewers when they turn on the film archive of memory, undoubtedly, and from there some specific days emerge, summer, autumn, spring, winter, that’s what this play is, i play with wonderful actors, my mom and dad - this is yulia peresilt and misha troynik, misha troynik is my student, so

that this is wonderful, vanya dobronravov plays a wonderful role there, and lena nikolaeva, my second mother, and so on , the performance begins, the poem, the departure of our beloved dezik samoilov, i remember, dad is still young, i remember the departure, some... then the training camp, and the driver, a dashing, curled horse, a carriage, a whip and springs, i still remember my mother... yes, she smiles at our neighbors, and somewhere we are going, where, and somewhere, for some reason we are going, a forged horse clucks loudly, and a cobblestone is in some passage, the fire of the domes goes out, candles are lit, constellations, dad is young, and the mother is young, the horse is hot and the carriage is winged, and we are going, we don’t know where, we are all going and...

somewhere, inside i am reading yesenin’s favorite poem, it is the penultimate one, from the year twenty-five, the wind is whistling, a silver wind, in silk rustling snow noise, for the first time i noticed in myself, i had never thought so before, even though there is rotten dampness outside the window, i don’t regret it, and i’m not sad, i don’t care... but i fell in love with this life, i fell in love with it as as if at the beginning, a woman will look with a quiet smile, i’m already excited, what shoulders, the troika will rush along the road. i’m already in it, looking far away, happiness, oh my happiness and all the good luck, human happiness is loved by the earth, the one who cries at least once on earth means luck has rushed past, we need to live easier, we need to live

more simply, accepting everything that is in the world , that’s why, stunned over the grove, the wind whistles, a silver wind, this... yesenin , i thank you with all my heart for today’s conversation, thank you very much, see you again, we’ll see you here, well, as always, i joyfully say one thing to our interlocutors and the same phrase today we listened to poetry, but it doesn’t hurt to read them more often, as well as prose, drama and much more, read with pleasure, dear friends.

cold spring, distant lights are sleeping, how long have i been looking for the dream of my love, it’s snowing and raining, the dream is blocking my path, i need to see you my spring , it will be warmer, as the spring cried, what will be there ahead, a bird in the distance. fly away, my love, find me, the snow dances with the rain, the dream

warms the way for me, you are my spring, i need to see you, it will be warmer, the snow dances with the rain, the dream warms the road for me. you are my spring i need to see it, it will be warmer.

hora is driven by snow and rain, my dream is to darken the road for me, my spring i will need to see you. you dance with the snow and rain, the dream does not warm the road, i need to see you, my spring, it will be warmer, it will be

the same. the main hit of 2004, cold spring, in the podcast 20 years later on channel one, i am the host konstantin mikhailov, and my guest is the leader, founder, manager, composer, arranger, poet and generally a very cool person whom i adore, but not i knew each other personally before this meeting, alexey pleased, lyosha, hello, hello, very glad to meet you, finally, yes mutually , i admit honestly, i don’t know how to sing, but i love, unfortunately, for those who are in karauka at the moment when it.. i also come there and my favorite song to start with is, of course, cold spring, for warming up, forgive me , please, i sing it all the time and... i ask your forgiveness, i also have my friend from rostov-on-don, he’s warming up on

a song before you, i’m just haunted by karookies in life, he tells me when we’re in the first time we became friends, he and he said , you know that i sing your songs better than you, i say, well, most likely, i don’t pretend to be a singer, great, just a minute, who are you then? well, i perform, as it were, my own songs, for me, of course, what’s more important is that i. i’m writing, i don’t know, i still have this whole complex, and this complex remains, that i think that if a person wrote a song and still performs it, then this gives me great, great respect, and this is very harmonious, because a person, if her wrote, then he actually shows what is inside him, that is , what he believes in, at least i believe in this, that a person believes in what he sings, that is, you rather sing with your soul than somehow with some super cool vocals. this is what i call acting singing, i studied at the acting department, they taught us there to sing with your soul, even if you even

have a voice there, it’s not super superior, you take it there, it’s not timbre, it ’s not super, it’s just like that tasty and thick, sing with your soul, thinking about what you mean you sing while worrying, absolutely, well, yes , i do that too, and in recent years i have also had an interesting practice of singing songs that i like, but which were not written by me. this is exactly how i approach them, mostly these are war songs of soviet composers, and they are so soulful - the works are so written by professionals that i am in admiration, i sing them, i of course try to tell them, it is clear that the notes are necessary keep it, don’t just mumble, this is for rappers, but i’m a rapper, i don’t write notes i keep it, you can always go into rap, if something happens there, now it’s yes, trends, trends, listen

, you just said about a war song, i caught myself thinking that when i listen to your cold spring, i sing it too, i understand that it’s about love, most likely, but for some reason the film still reminds me a little of the cold summer of 1953, directed by proshkin, who took my directing exam when i was studying, thank you, this is a big complex. for some reason the gorgeous film resonates, although i understand that the song is not about that, but this one is coming for me, and you think cold spring is its main hit, well , in fact, this is really a song from the first album, the first album - it was some kind of miracle for me, because i was actually brought up on western music, at first classics, but german, but mostly there, well, pithoven, and god, i thought ramstein, no, ramstein didn’t exist then, no longer , i’m 1969, me too, yes, seriously, well, can you imagine that, then

i got carried away, when i was studying guitar, acoustic, or rather, classical guitar, the students slipped me pink floyd in 1973, and since then i just fell through there and it was mine, at the age of 12 i was in my first 103rd year - are you still with syd barrett, no, 73 - this is the darkside of the moon, this is already the bar was no longer there, by that time there were already, of course, the wall was gone. i listened to everything, and i, i kind of carried this with me all my life, this is a reserve of classics and english rock music, which means jazz, then they hooked me, so to speak, on miles davis, and many jazzmen there, i listened to cool jazz there and other things, i was very interested in really really music, what is called the depth of the art of music itself , and these meanings, these great sensations ... i can tell you that stan’s album helped me not to go crazy in the army, well