i didn’t even expect that this could happen, such luck, one might say, luck happened, an unexpected gift for women in the form of a free concert in the metro, of course, in honor of the spring holiday, march 8th. today we are talking about the female half, about our girls, may you have a beautiful, happy , long life, and more than once a year we should wish this for you, but at least listen more often from your loved ones, girls, happy march 8th, happiness, prosperity, health and... nothing will work without her, one of the casual spectators, got to the concert, i was just on my way to work, i work as a children's swimming coach, i have babies and preschoolers, i have a full appointment today until 9:00 pm, i just heard it, decided to come over, my grandmother was just dreaming, she had it the other day birthday, and i just called her, i said, look, this is especially for you, grandma is happy, everything melted, she already cried with happiness, super, no words, very nice.

the energy is flowing, some of the beautiful ladies were going to a bachelorette party with friends in vladimir and managed to listen to their favorite singer before leaving trains from kursk station. who doesn't like stas mikhailov? what's your favorite song? everything for you. very young representatives of the fair sex were spotted at a surprise concert; they say they will shoot a video and send it to their mothers as congratulations on the holiday. it’s very nice that in such an unusual environment he decided to raise.

“wait for me, and i will return in spite of all the deaths , let those who did not wait for me say, lucky , i don’t understand, those who did not wait for them, like in the middle of fire , with their expectation, you saved me, how i survived, only you and i will know , you just knew how to wait like no one else." we were separated

by the war, the sky looked into the distance, i hugged you, without saying, goodbye, a new godly day, fell over the horizon, eternity baptized everyone who... went to the front, you will definitely come back, you know that somewhere there the gardens are blooming , and eternal may, i will definitely return , it will rain, you just remember, promise,

the two of us, we were separated by war, in different parts of the country, destinies, names are preserved in the heart, looking into the dead of night, i'm with you in my thoughts, love creaking in my blood, i'll become your star. i’ll definitely come back, you know that somewhere out there the gardens are blooming, eternal may, i’ll definitely come back, i’ll spill over everything, you just promised to remember us in yours.

i will definitely return, you know in my faith that somewhere out there the gardens are blooming and the evening is over. take off, i will definitely return , it will rain, you just remember, promise, about us,

poems and songs about love are heard: in honor of the spring holiday on the air of the first channel, we live in difficult times, we understand that today not everyone will be able to receive flowers from a loved one, not everyone can hug their husband, brother, son, father, today they are fulfilling their duty , they are defending their homeland, you don’t choose times, but in each of them you can choose your own path, your men chose it, and they also chose... you, those who know how to wait, those whose love will definitely save them. a song about real men is heard in a concert dedicated to international women's day. on stage, elena maksimova and maria voronova.

to the military officers, to those who shed blood, to those who gave all their strength, their lives in vain, i want to bow to the women. russia and tell you, dear ones, this song is mine for you, officers, may our faith keep you,

may our loyalty keep you in the harsh days, officers, may everyone return safe, new ones and husbands, again to their loved ones, you risked under fire, you weren’t looking for medals, officer’s courage, you weren’t looking for a price, you are loyal to russia the oath was taken. fulfilled their duty, preserved the officer's honor, officers, may our faith preserve us, may our loyalty preserve you in these harsh days, officers,

may you all return safe, sons and husbands. again to our loved ones, so let's remember, so let's remember those whom no today, those who are not today, let's pray together, for the dead guys, officers of russia, its conscience and strength, i protect the country, for the power with a mountain. stand, officers, may our faith protect, may our loyalty protect you, in these harsh days, officers, may all return

intact, sons and husbands, again to their loved ones. to them officers, may our faith protect you, may our loyalty protect you in harsh days. officers, let them all return intact, sons and husbands, again to their loved ones. the most famous poems about love belong

to the pen of poets, men, in which they address to his muses, lovers, beautiful ladies, sometimes existing only in the imagination of a genius. well, let me disagree with you, not only men know a lot about declarations of love, here, for example, are the lines written by the poetess, from the depths of my adversity. let him be happy this year, next year, and forever, i, who have not been able to comprehend the simple mystery of luck, do not allow trouble to come to him, i try one way or another. the sky will be covered with dust particles of stars

, the branches of the crud will arch, i will hear you a thousand miles away, we are driving, we are echoing, we are in duty and... echoing each other, we are an echo, we are an echo, we are a long echo of each other, and it is not difficult for me to touch you, wherever you are, with my heart, again love follows us. oh called, we are tenderness, we are tenderness, we are

each other’s eternal tenderness, we are tenderness, we are tenderness, we are each other’s eternal tenderness, and even in the edge. creeping darkness beyond the deadly circle, i know we won’t stay with you, we understand, we are memory, we are each other’s star memory, we are memory, memory, we are each other’s star memory.

i know we won’t part with you, we go, go, we...

we congratulate our beautiful women on their 8th birthday march and confess our love to them, it was some kind of impulse, i was the first to confess my love, told him that i love him, and he hung like that for a while.

200 volumes about russia, visit one concert of the berezka ensemble. the spectators keep saying: well, that’s how they are, they don’t walk, they float. it is always a mystery, and it is your secret. and this secret is not revealed. no. folk character dance in the form in which we teach is not taught anywhere in the world. this is how you have to

work sometimes. this is dancing for the viewer, these are smiles. naturally this is a scandal, this is a nightmare, these are screams, you will be my wife, now i’m getting goosebumps, and of course, i said yes, birch, beauty in russian, the premiere of the documentary film is on march 10 at the first. this is a big festive concert, a declaration of love, and our

favorite artists are in a hurry to join our congratulations to the beautiful ladies. sunny, spring mood. people, cities, where did you waste your happiness, perhaps where the trains rush, only once flashed on the pier , her eyes black as night, how he later

executed himself in the carriage for not jumping off and not held. oh, you're my share, my share, long road, oh, you're my share, black eyes, oh, you're my share, next to the threshold, but you won't meet her, you won't come back, my friends tell me their eyes narrow, she's a stranger, it’s time to forget everything... it won’t go uphill, i know, but who can tell me where my mountain is, you dream of meeting me on the platform, my eyes black as night, and i won’t be able to keep you in the carriage if you come across that

station, oh my fate , my share, but not... i’m dear, oh you share, my share, black eyes, oh you share, my share, next to the threshold, but her can’t be met again, can’t be brought back. how many years have i rushed along the roads, trains groan on the stages. but through the windows of the dusty carriage, you want to get burned, and my eyes,

happiness flashed and disappeared, and the station rushed into the past, then instantly it sank into my soul so much that i couldn’t be any happier, oh, you ’re my lot! share, long road , oh you share, my share, black eyes, oh you share, my share, next to the threshold, but you can’t meet her, you can’t bring her back, oh you share, my share, long road, oh you share, my share, black eyes, share, my share, at the threshold, but it’s no longer meet, do not return back.

dear women, dear, beloved, sincere congratulations on your spring holiday, and of course, special congratulations to the women and men who are now on a special military operation, so that they return alive, healthy and with victory, on air. channel one, a big holiday concert dedicated to international women's day, i'm not afraid to fall into sentimentality,

for you and me there is no such threat, we are helped by distance, distance, number of separations, inexorability of years, fate has nothing for us she promised, but it’s a sin to consider her stingy, because somewhere on the roads and piers we... still meet with you. beautiful love, we gave it the tan of madness. oh god, how your spring suited you, but autumn is in the yard, the trees are in silver, alas,

habit has cooled us, but autumn is in the yard. trees in silver, alas, habit cooled us, the snowflakes on our eyelashes melted, we read enchanted, a beautiful unfinished novel, about love, without betrayal, but that’s all. ever ends, so from fate, let's leave now, what remains is an unfinished novel, on a park bench,

there are a lot of joyful memories between us, but i wouldn’t want to know ogoni. in love, by breaking up with you, we will save our love, from difficult conversations and insults, by breaking up with you, we will save our love. from difficult conversations and grievances. snowflakes on the eyelashes, melted. we read in fascination a beautiful

unfinished novel, about love, without betrayal , but everything comes to an end, so from fate , let's leave now, leaving the unfinished novel, on a park bench,

snowflakes on the eyelashes melted, we read in fascination, a beautiful unfinished novel, about love, without betrayal, but everything ends someday, so from fate, let's leave now.

a declaration of love, for some it’s an opportunity to show off their eloquence, for others it’s an act that requires courage, well, in our concert it’s just a song, a song performed by incredible men and...

it became, you said it was so easy, because you ’ve given up 100 times, why we, why we woke up together, but we communicate navy, you said, you said that this is only a matter of love, i fell in love with her at first sight, i loved her until my last breath, i fell in love fall asleep next to her, it’s the end for me, but... it’s very bad for her, i fell in love with her at first sight, loved her until my last breath, i loved falling asleep next to her, if it’s the end, but without her it’s very bad, remember in the summer, remember in the summer, until the morning, they chatted in the smoke of cigarettes

, you said, you said, that you had dreamed of meeting me all your life, they danced, they danced, they played something new for us on the radio, they said there, they said that this song was definitely , i loved her at first sight, i loved her until my last breath, i loved falling asleep next to her, without it’s the end of her, but without her it’s very bad. i fell in love with her at first sight , i loved her until my last breath, i loved falling asleep next to her, i ’m done with her, but without her it’s very bad, you know, you know, i fell in love with you first, you kept looking at the phone, and i looked at you, you know , you know, i'll probably go crazy if i wake up one day without you, you said that...

we met by chance, you and i, baby, even in books they call it fate, because at first sight i, and you with me, i am only yours, i fell in love. loved her at first sight last breath, i loved falling asleep next to her, the local end, but without her it’s very bad, i fell in love with her at first sight, i loved her until my last breath, i loved falling asleep next to her, the local end, but without her it’s very bad, i fell in love with her at first sight. dear ladies , let me note, today you look simply stunning, spring suits you, thank you, lyosha, in general, this is where we should start, right, where else, if not with

a compliment, should the holiday of the fair half of humanity begin, flowers , champagne, gifts, poetry, a kiss, what a good set, i would add more songs. so, in a festive concert on channel one, elena gusarova and lev leshchenko. if you fly in the winds, you will suddenly get a cold. in an instant they will write out a pile of newfangled medicines for you on seven sheets. if you are preoccupied with melancholy, the pharmacist will rub your hands again. just remember at that moment that there is the closest,

most needed doctor to you. i'm flying to you, like a white swan, i'm flying to you. with trembling hearts, i cry all the days, all the lighthouses, if you are not at arm's length, i speak to you, a white swan, i i cherish you, dear hearts. i block all my days with trembling, i burn all the beacons, if you are not there, i will look into your hands, if you burn your entire soul, playing

with the horn in friendship, here... you don’t need a surgical knife at all, rescue services, don’t call, don’t write, don’t knock , there is no need to say unnecessary words, touch my soul with your soul, it will flow, okay, i come to you, like a white swan, i will treat you. hearts trembling, i will cloud all the days, i will burn away all the beacons, if you are not at arm's length, i fly to you like a white

swan, i greet you, hearts trembling. there i am i cry all the days, i burn all the lighthouses, if you are not within arm's length. once again i congratulate everyone on this wonderful holiday. i fly to you, like a white swan, i

fly to you, my heart trembles, i cry all my days, i burn everything. beacons, if you are not there, at arm's length, i will clothe all the days. i burn all the beacons, if you are not there, i will stretch my arms, together with the first channel we celebrate the day of march 8th and... congratulations on this holiday to all

women of russia. the first spring sun, the first flowers, our best songs, queens for you today. the queen is dancing in the street she can see the celebration in her soul, and the king frowns with concern, which she allows herself to do. the queen is dancing in the street, someone is arguing , she’s drunk, she’s not drunk, it’s a shame, no one thought, maybe she’s just in love. on stage are philip kirkorov and lyusya chibotina. you are kind. he

steers the heart, there are so many knights on a white horse, that’s no use , no one is needed, only a hero, because only a king can make a princess out of a queen, on my throne, no one spoke to me in such a tone about love, i’m on viton . but you know better than anyone that this cannot warm the heart and heal, i heard a long time ago that there are no better friends in the world, for a girl, than a hundred times, and you shine brightly in my heart without lights, this is my brand, you picked everyone...

there are so many knights on a white horse, that’s the point zero , no one is needed, only a hero, because only a king can make a princess out of a queen, you took it to your heart sometimes, there are so many knights on a white horse, that’s no use, no one is needed, only a hero. oh, after all, only a king can make a princess out of a queen, according to all canons, only impostors sprinkle roses and i love tender ones, who at the throne, without further ado , will show with deeds that love that only a king can do, i heard long ago that there are no better friends in the world.

for a girl than a hundred times, and you shine like in my heart without lights, because you are my diamond, you have brought me to my heart at times, there are so many knights on a white horse, that’s the point of a new one, no one is needed, only a hero, from a princess, a queen only a king can do, how to pick up, sometimes to the heart, there are so many knights on the white root, this is the one, he is needed, no one, only a hero, because from a princess, a queen can only be made by a bark, how to choose, to the heart with a boron.