in the virgin lands, among endless grain, i was at the harvest. self-propelled harvesters, red and shaped like ships, approached the ripe grains. combine operators, solemn in fresh shirts, shaved, sat at the helm, they were escorted by pioneers, gave fireworks, were honored, sang songs, and were escorted to the harvest. the first combines, spinning reels,

plates, factories, described human labor, tried to depict the beauty and mystery of labor processes, i tried to spiritualize the machine, to see it alive, inventing my aesthetics for this, for russian literature she perfectly depicted a village hut, nature, the human soul, but she could not and did not want to depict a machine, seeing in it something hostile and alien, and i tamed the machine,

introduced it into literature, made it living and breathing. i saw how the great soviet technosphere was being built and created, met amazing inventors, designers, engineers, and at the same time i felt the parity of colorless party speeches, in which there was still... creativity, the fire had disappeared. soviet technosphere was alive, beautiful, ideology, dying pernicious. it seemed to me that a new ideology was needed, a new idea of ​​the future, which was born in the minds of these wonderful creators, among the emerging combines, factories and mines. this ideology, then i discovered the philosophy of the cosmist nikolai.

in those years , an amazing man, architect, futurologist, konstantin pavlovich pchelnikov, gave me his friendship; he designed cities of the future, amazing structures in which human and machine, natural and technical formed an amazing whole, in amazing harmony, and where the butterfly found a place next to the roaring airplanes, he was a unique person. he taught me to love

civilization and see in it not an enemy, but living creative matter that connects into the spiritual and material cosmos, into faith in knowledge. we sat with him on the bow of a huge silver tanker, which was moving along the ob to the ocean, among endless spaces, under the undying northern skies, he preached to me his teachings, we sailed down the bi to mangazeya, to those places where russian storytellers guessed russian paradise, belovodye, and now in our time in urengoy drilling rigs are rumbling, steel pipes are flying in all directions, and the current russian civilization of hydrocarbons is being born and continues to rise. what happened

is not my fault, it is, and it is my fault. only you and i are to blame not for the fact that we aroused dreams in some sensitive natures, but for the fact that we served the truth, not people, you are my friend, maybe my last, i would not like to lose a friend. listen, tomorrow, no one can know, for sure, we have the same goal, what difference does it make, what role, who gets tired , you said that you love me, and i believed you, i want to take this disgusting

lying, licked, stupid, arrogant empire by the throat, shake it so that, to the farthest corners. can you imagine what a storm will arise, you will probably lose, and i will retreat, but a start will be made, just hurry up, do the gentlemen conspirators want to wait, do you think they might start disturbances, i would start. gentlemen, big premiere, union of salvation, what

are you whispering about, we are preparing a coup, take me, tomorrow is... and it’s time for the program, it doesn’t happen that a person was in your life, then he disappears, even if he dies, in this girl you almost don’t recognize the child who 5 years ago lost the most precious thing, his mother. i don’t think that i am without her, i have a lot of memories, well, this is my mother. yulia nachalova died very young, at 38, leaving her beloved daughter, vera, to her parents and ex-husband. i said that, unfortunately, i have very difficult news for you, mom. there is no longer there what i experienced at that moment, that evening he, only he knows, it’s a big responsibility to tell his child that his mother passed away, how did yulia’s only daughter survive this loss, what path did she go after her mother’s death? i ’m somehow very mega-strong, somehow i felt

like i pulled myself together, that is, our exclusive 5 years of the adult life of a girl who decided, no matter what, to become a star in memory of the famous mom, when did you appear? my life has changed, i will always be by your side. exclusive with dmitry borisov, premiere on saturday on first. this is the queue for surgery, talk to someone in the queue, and suddenly he will give in. give them a chance to save jobs. i put up a terminator, you win, the plant is yours. you will bring your charm to the battle , and i will pay for your rite for the walkie-talkie, you are not capable of this, i love her, more than life, but if i am doomed to pieces, ritan will never forgive me for this, we accept the battle, the doom, the premiere of a serial film, on sunday

on the first. team tournament of the best figure skaters of russia, tenkov, channel one cup, live broadcasts on the weekend first. gradually, the peaceful technosphere that i studied turned into a military technosphere, the technosphere of factory mines turned into... the technosphere of rocket silos of secret test sites, i enjoyed the location of the marshal of artillery and missile forces tolubka, who took me to the plesetsky cosmodrome to launch a rocket. then a rocket was tested for a mobile

railway complex, which wandered in the web of our railways and became elusive to the enemy. tolubka. brought me onto a wooden tower, from where the launch was monitored; the general designer, chief designers, testers responsible for the rudders gathered on the tower. for fuel, behind the detachable part of the rocket, officers, generals, telemeterists gathered , from the tower distant night forests opened up, among which a lonely sad star burned, it was the start, where the rocket went through the last final procedure before launch, the assembled rocket scientists, seeing me, stepped on and ... they grumbled, they did not dare to object to the marshal, but the appearance of a stranger, and

i was one, his appearance at the launch was a bad omen for the rocketeers, i could jinx the launch, just like women are not allowed on the ship, like people of little faith are not allowed into the altar, i was amazed that all these people who occupied a very high position in society, lareate... the order bearers, they were all carelessly dressed, in crumpled suits, poorly ironed shirts, awkwardly tied ties, it was clear that all these little things did not bother them much, they were involved in the main thing, missiles, missile launches, that's countdown has begun 8, 6, 5, 3, 2, start, there was a blaze far away in the forests. first white, scarlet, gold, and a huge ball of fire illuminated the surrounding forests, and from

this ball a rocket ascended, it froze in the air, like a huge silver pillar, supported for a moment, it went up , rushed, went high, passed through the cloud, and turned this cloud fell into a feather, and then moved away, like... and when this happened, all these worried, gloomy people suddenly rejoiced, rushed

to hug each other, shouted: hurray, and then turned to me and began to throw me into heights i was their luck, i brought them happiness, i was their talisman, they tugged at my sleeves, someone removed a button from my coat. admiral gorshkov. received me at the main headquarters of the naval forces in his office, he stood by a huge globe, a heavy , elderly, great soviet naval commander who created a grand oceanic fleet, flooded the world's oceans with soviet nuclear cruisers, submarines, and destroyers, breaking the hegemony of the americans in the world's oceans , he told me about his plans, and then he gave the order and sent me to

the pacific ocean, where unique naval exercises were taking place, the soviet aircraft carrier minsk, the soviet nuclear-powered missile cruiser, the soviet nuclear-powered multi- purpose submarine and the airborne anti-submarine missile carrier were supposed to synchronously from different directions. went to the side over the side, hung over the sea, blew a deep hole into the sea, and then suddenly

fell off the hook and was carried away into the distance into infinity. the aircraft carrier minsk was magnificent, missile systems, sea, sea, flew off the deck with a deafening roar, i described the mechanics of the naval battle of my story, admiral. in the troubled years of perestroika, soviet ships and boats that were still alive were put under the knife, the aircraft carrier minsk, by corrupt admirals as scrap metal. was sold to one of the countries in southeast asia, where it was turned into an entertainment center, and now in that hangar where stormtroopers once stood, folding their wings, ready to rise to the deck, now in this hall there is a luxurious restaurant, bar, in the cabin in which i once lived, writing down my

impressions, a currency prostitute takes her client into it. a similar fate befell many magnificent products of the soviet technosphere. i was the only one of the soviet writers who was given the opportunity to see the soviet atomic triad. a regiment of tu-16 strategic bombers was based at the orsha airfield, and i watched as the bomb bay was loaded into the belly of the plane.

the city of flying dogs, as the sailors call it, because in winter such terrible winds blow here that dogs are torn off the ground and carried away to god knows where, and people move around the city, holding for the ropes. in gremikha, i dived into a nuclear submarine of the first soviet designs, went out to sea, sank to the bottom in the area where later...

the atomic topic arose in my life in different years and under different circumstances. several generations of soviet people lived in fear of a thermonuclear disaster. this fear was deposited in the subconscious, expressed in psychosis, in mania. one day in may i woke up.

it was a beautiful spring may dawn, as a young man, as part of a geological expedition, i was wandering around potuva, in the hands of i had a radiometer, i felt the ground with it and waited for the radiometer needle to tremble and deviate, feeling the presence of uranium, that orange one containing... the radiation elements of the sandstone. in zheleznogorsk, on the banks of the yenisei, i saw in caves carved into the rocks a nuclear reactor, this reactor. produced military plutonium, the stuffing for atomic bombs, in tomsk, at the atomic center, through thick glass, i

saw how mechanical hands were making a lump that looked like a snowball, and they explained to me that this snowball was a charge for an atomic bomb, i was able to visit many, if not all , nuclear centers in russia, the sor nuclear center, the nizhny novgorod region, chelyabinsk, snezhensk, in the southern urals, the mayak enterprise, at this enterprise there was once a nuclear splash, a release of radioactive elements, which covered it with its poisonous cloud surrounding forests and villages. among these villages was the village of boevka, the ancestral village of my ural relatives. today at this place. not a single house, only a cemetery; once a year, relatives from all over the country come to this cemetery to honor the memory of their ancestors. in semepalatinsk, on

at the nuclear test site, i managed to see a thermonuclear explosion; they cut a tunnel into the depths of the black mountain, laid railway rails along them into the depths of the mountain, transported a charge, and took it out of the tunnel.

a mustard yellow cloud swirled in the veins above the mountain, a blow of terrible force swept across the ground and hit my legs as if they had been hit with an i-beam. this shock flew further along the earth’s crust and was recorded by everyone, the seismographs of the world, and a stranger to me suddenly rejoiced, laughed, rushed to me, began to hug me, we were together rejoiced in this combustible. kazakh steppe. many years later, in sorov, speaking to nuclear scientists, i suddenly saw this man in front of me, aged, tired, overweight,

with a gray head, i recognized him as that jubilant tester. he turned out to be the famous academician yuri alekseevich trutnev, who was involved in the creation of the first soviet atomic bomb. companion. famous soviet nuclear scientists, academician sakharov, khariton, zeldovich, trutnik took me to a museum where a model of that very first atomic bomb, the little one he created, was exhibited, the bomb looked like a giant melon, and they told me how this bomb was created, like in these deep forests where there was a monastery and tied up. like seraphim of sarov, the security officers came here, they dispersed the monastic brethren, threw out church utensils

, placed the first nuclear laboratories in the monastic cells, from these laboratories one could hear the roar of american bomb carriers at the airfields, ready to take off, flying fortresses, ready to take off with a load of atomic bombs and fly to the soviet union to bomb... our cities. soviet nuclear scientists, led by khurchatov, created their own soviet atomic bomb in the shortest possible time. and now in sorov i heard that the spiritual patron of this bomb is seraphim of sarov. and this bomb is called the orthodox bomb. and its meaning is not to ignite a world fire, but to save the world. but the closest, most formidable contact... with an atom was in chernobyl during the accident, where i arrived literally 10-15 days after the explosion of the fourth block, i am a man who was blackly scorched.

i'm the one who drank that bottle of chernobyl poisonous drink. i decided to write a novel about a nuclear power plant as a symbol of the soviet state. this is bone, this is how osteoporosis is formed, bone loses calcium, bone loses cells and turns from dense to porous and fragile. a... i served in the us marine corps for 10 years, i wanted to come to help ukraine get rid of the russians, a frank interview with the mercenaries who are fighting on the side of kiev, they will tell us the whole truth, the payment is shocking, we never received the full amount, we i had to buy all my equipment, this

typical. it means he goes there to earn money, he doesn’t know how to do anything else well. chief of staff, i don’t think he even knew where we were operating, it’s beneficial for the ukrainian command to send all the mercenaries to hotter spots so that they don’t have to pay them later either, because in the end they’ll end up with two hundred anyway, there were often cia operatives or fighters here special units, the cia is present there, this is a surprise for you, no, the biggest problem is the ukrainian command, weapons are often hidden and disappeared, i... met officers, selling new weapons, the problem is the president of ukraine, i agree, are you ready to stay with me when we fight the zelensky administration, yes sir, it is safer, safer to overthrow zelensky than to fight the russians, the vavan and lexus show, premieres wednesday on first, i don’t

need anything, i am power. i need it more than i do, because i am independent and i can say what i think, i am generally a cautious optimist, it seems to me that very natural and natural processes are taking place in russia, because what i do and how i live is important , this ultimately is the criterion, and not what i say, i am often asked, you are now forever, that forever, nothing is forever in this life, we are in opposition to each other, i am mikhalkov, he is konchalovsky, life is so short that everyone must try to make all the mistakes possible before it ends. general plan , you can live yours there, look here, look wherever you want, everywhere, everything is in pure butter, don’t stop the cameras, now we ’ll edit it all, matodor, brothers, on friday on the first, girls, go ahead, to victory is ahead of us. olympic games. and

we don't have time for any nonsense. i love you. you can't let the team down like that. we were counting on you. no one, believe me, no one regained their previous physical shape. stand your ground and never give up. the world championships are in norway, the norgs will be tearing up. should you bury your talent because of simple muscle pain? they put dubend against you. you have to win, i’ve already done it, come on, well done, that’s enough, i decided to give up, history of the best skiers of the 20th century, white snow, on saturday

first, i'm happy. this is where i think we need to part ways. i went to udomlya near vyshny volachok, where the koleninsky nuclear power plant was being built. i studied construction machinery, wrote from life, the construction of grandiose mechanisms, the appearance of a sleep reactor, the loading of fuel into it, but the plot of my novel lacked trouble, there was not enough accident that would have made the story more poignant, more dramatic. i came up with this. the accident brought her into the convoy of my novel and immediately chernobyl happened, the explosion of the fourth block, the chernobyl nuclear power plant, to this day i believe in the magical power of the writer's word , the writer's ability to bring about an accident , a revolution and even the end of the world, or, on the contrary, to stop the punishing sword of god to save humanity, blackbly arrived in... 10

days after the accident, they dressed me in white clothes, put a respirator on me, on the third day i began to have a sore throat, like everyone else who arrived at the accident, and a few days later... my face became flushed, everyone around me also became flushed, it was a tan from invisible rays soaring in space. in the depths of the exploded the reactor hall was smoldering, smoking, burning radioactive coal, uranium, graphite, steel structures were sintered in it, and this coal slowly sank down, burning through the concrete slab lying at the base of the reactor, everyone... was afraid that this coal would burn through the slab and touch the ground water, and these groundwater will boil underground, give rise to a huge, exorbitant explosion, and the whole world will be enveloped in radioactive chernobyl fumes, it was

decided to cool this coal by installing refrigeration units under the stove, and for this , donetsk miners punched a shaft under the reactor, furious, dashing, bare-bottomed , the trolleys, full of dirt, rolled out of this adit and rushed into the depths again, the path to the reactor was marked with poles and was a broken line that went around the scattered fragments of uranium and radioactive graphite on the ground, i moved from pole to pole, in short in dashes , as if a machine gun was shooting at me, in this adit i went under the stove, raised my hands and... touched the concrete and there was a feeling that i, a karyotide, was holding this terrible hot coal in my hands and was not letting it go down. scientists, determined to find out the wind roses, the air currents

along which the radiation escaping from the reactor spread over a huge distance, they decided to throw a smoke bomb into the mouth of the reactor. the helicopter from above was supposed to record the streams of smoke. 10 minutes, and there was still no smoke, and the helicopter hovered and moved away from the exploded block , when i looked at my portable radiometer, it was off scale, this meant that i had received a combat dose of radiation,

the chemical defense troops were clearing radiation from those adjacent to the fourth exploded one block the third block, where after the explosion, fragments of radioactive graphite and uranium fell and pierced the roof of the reactor hall.

hello, i'm dmitry bak, we have another episode of a podcast with a romantic title, let them not talk, let them read, this is a podcast, of course, about literature, about books, well , by the way, about papyri, about electronic readers, about anything, the main thing is that you read, we are talking today wonderful.

at school literature, literature, in general, was one of my favorite subjects, both my parents are philologists, but i didn’t know this, yes, yes, that’s why in general in the house. always put the cult of the book, always since childhood i didn’t even understand why, but first of all, before going out on the street, i had to read this or that work, i liked something, well, just one thing there, listen, at a young age i read books that were intended for older ages, i will say this, and so in my house there was a wonderful, well, first of all , a children's encyclopedia, which i always turned to on the internet. there wasn’t, there was a non-glorifying children’s room, which everyone was chasing after in

general, they were looking for, there was and was wonderful fifty-volume children's fiction, it was a collection of all the best foreign and russian works, but i can say that in general i, uh, read this as they say or someone there, i can say that from under my blanket they took the books. and my god, that is, you are not only the son of two

philologists, but the grandson of a librarian, it was like that then, i don’t know if it exists now, but then there were such activists in the houses, now they would be called volunteers, who brought books home, they books were given out at home according to the forms, now only for pensioners, this is also for people, but i found it, i came to my grandmother, there were books from the library at my house. i really loved, that is, you know, i really liked bringing books, helping to bring them to the library, taking them, in general, i have been associated with literature, with reading, since childhood, in general, i it seemed that, well, for example, when i taught there for a little while, i had a period, i taught at a music school, i explained to my students, how to take breath, well, you know, the sky was breathing in autumn, comma, in short, the sky

was breathing in autumn, inhale, move on, here i am in such examples, did you pronounce the word ambushur, of course i did, in these examples i also, i i also tried to explain to the guys that there is a phrase, just like literature, a vivid example, i never thought about this, that a musician... a wind player can, among other things , hear better than an ordinary person, this rhythmic breathing of a verse, he hasn’t taught literature since childhood, well, it’s hard to imagine, that a person in kindergarten already thinks about how to be a poet or a novelist, but music, sports, you need to learn from a very young age, but you can’t suddenly start at 17 years old and say whether i’m a pianist or a violinist, but that’s not the case it happens, here... i would really like to know how it happened for you, when

it clicked, at what moment, in kindergarten, at school, my mother said, or went to a concert, as they said, once upon a time, to a concert , i went to the concert, that’s right, well, first my mother said, then i went to the concert, everything was, everything was the same everyone, at first i played the violin, a beautiful, good instrument, but in general i didn’t really like it, although at the same time i also played hockey, the violin, the case was excellent. gate, when i went to music school , well, it was dangerous before the violin, well, dangerous, well, in general , i was normal, then i realized that it was a good instrument, by the way, the violin is a very good musical instrument in the sense that it develops hearing well, you know, in our time time these same boys, such hooligans at school, who were such school authorities, oddly enough, it turned out that all these boys played in a brass band, all this in saratov, and whoever played in a brass band, as they say now, it was cool. due to the fact that, in general, i was a violinist

and they gave me a musical instrument there, well, it was not so difficult to master, that is , you see, of course it’s difficult to learn to play well, but in general, after the violin it was so okay , this is important, yes, that is , the violin is so difficult that yes , yes, after the violin it seemed to me, well, it seems to me it was easier than it might be for others, and i started playing in the school orchestra, i liked it, in general it was beautiful, wait, and the rock ensemble, i had a rock ensemble. no, no, then there was a vocal instrumental ensemble, rock yes, well, of course they played , of course they played guitars, but it was not so prestigious, like brass players, you know, brass players, brass bands. played at school performances, at some kind of official celebrations, it was, it was, you know, let’s, our dear interlocutors, remember this moment, mikhail arkaevich i compared informal concerts of a vocal-instrumental ensemble, i was a drummer in a school ensemble, so he compared official events where

brass players played, in general it was interesting, then i liked the musical instrument, the trumpet, i went and asked the music school to transfer me from violin to trumpet.

so immersed in great art, sophisticated, well, as if out of this world, on the other hand, many of them are pragmatists, that is, they know how to work like an athlete in training, then many musical specialties are professions in the future , well, hardly piano, after all, there are not many pianists, not many concerts, but there are many pianists, well, teachers, pedagogues, of course, of course, but there are a lot of violins, just the creation of an amateur.

although you have to understand that the repertoire is quite limited, there is such an evil joke that the brass player has an upper resonator head, yes, yes, well, yes, but i tell you, but i’ll tell you that it’s cool brass players, well, in an orchestra, not in a school , but in general or not, well, in general, a brass player is a leader, especially a trumpet player , it seems so to me too, i’ll just tell you, i worked in an orchestra for 16 years, when you sit at the end of the orchestra, in front of you are all the groups of instruments, and then further on are the maestros, conductors, and spectators.

cant, but when the trumpeter plays one note , everyone hears, listen, it’s always a solo, it’s, well, not a solo, but any note can be heard, absolutely, yes, in general, this is a profession that develops nerves of steel, yeah, i knocked you down, let's go back, romantic, godfather, romantic, no, of course, romantic, and then i’m already more of a pragmatist, because it seemed to me that i want, i want to make this my specialty someday, yeah. i succeeded, i transferred at the age of 12, what did you start talking about, that it was not at 7 years old, at 12, and then i had to master a musical instrument in 3 years and enter a music school, i only had 3 years , well, in general, how did you manage to do it there? i entered the music school, then the conservatory, and then i started doing it professionally, but in general i

went from romanticism to pragmatism, but anyway, earlier than most of their classmates, after all, musicians understand that... yes, yes, like in sports, like - like in such uh, well, it hardly happens in biology, i don’t know, no, no, it never happened , it seems to me no, because it’s something separate, it’s not even music, it’s just a way of life, it’s all subordinated to the fact that several hours a day you have to study, practice, you have to practice, yes, it’s just practice here , here, the biologist doesn’t read, several hours, yes, hours, years, until you work out all these synchronizations.

i didn’t learn this from textbooks, i just played a lot of music, so when something comes on the radio now, you can basically press a button, i’ll immediately say, yeah, this is a symphony, this part is so wonderful, but that’s what we have there is still a message ahead. president of the russian federation vladimir putin to the federal assembly. live stream. on

thursday at 12:00 moscow time. i remind you that today in the next episode of the literary podcast, let them not talk, let them read, we are talking with the general director of the russian national museum music by mikhail arkadyevich bryzgalov. well? 16 years in an orchestra is serious, and maybe we’ll see trumpeter bryzgalov, come on.

grigoriidze, secretary of the unesco commission, i know him, grigory arzhenikza, we are playing the fool. yes, this is, this is real modern music. how is this, how wonderful is this. in general, in a word, uh, a boy passionate

about music, then a pragmatist, then many years in an orchestra, and not yet a boy, but a husband, but, in detail, thinking, carefully about how different arts relate to each other. i thought about this too, and, uh, you also know that in the middle of ours.

who falls in love with a woman, her name is odetto, because she looks like the image of sepphorrah with a picture of celli, and the main thing is that

he has. detective, and i would like this literally short paragraph of text to be heard in two translations, because this is also a competition of translators, one of them is adrian frankovsky, and the other is nikolai mikhailovich lyubimov, the translator of donquexote, and in fact, as they say, you are for who you support for cska or spartak, everything is immediately clear, it’s competitions in translations are simple, yes frankovsky or lyubimov, there are others,

but now we will talk about them, but this fragment... which i will read, it is interesting because there is a competition here - to better describe the music in words , here, let’s start with the translation of adrian frankovsky, this is a book from the year thirty-four, here in the verdurin salon, it’s happening, this evening at madame verdurin’s, as soon as the young pianist struck a few chords and stretched out one high note for two bars, svan suddenly he saw that it was his surname svan, and he saw how, because of the long sound , stretched out like a sound curtain to hide the secret of her birth, a secret, rumbling, dissected phrase appeared, svan recognized this airy, fragrant phrase that captivated him, she was so unique, she contained such an individual

charm that nothing could replace that svan thought that he met in the living room of friends a woman who had once seen him on the street, a woman whom he had despaired of once captivating. someday to see again, and he meets her there, yes, through this musical phrase, this is the story, now nikolai lyubimov, the same phrase from this sanata of a non-existent composer in the translation of his beloved sounds like this, but a few minutes later, after the young pianist began play at the verdurins , after a high note...

now this quote, uh, which you just read wonderfully, uh, you can say, in general, there are a lot of meanings here, a lot of meanings, because music is often always visual, you always listen music, close your eyes, you can instantly draw any picture for yourself, any one or not?