nadezhdina finds out that the ring romance, prima birch and solis moiseevsky, and naturally, this is a scandal, this is a nightmare, these are screams, you will be mine, now we just remember goosebumps, and of course, i said yes, birch, beauty in russian , today on the first.

father of the people, savior of the fatherland. banoparte's victorious march across europe was steadily bringing the clash with russia closer. therefore, the central event of alexander's reign will be his confrontation with napoleon. he prepared not only the army for war. organized alexander the russian secret mission in paris was so successful that the emperor regularly received detailed reports about napoleon's plans. when it began in june 1812.

your humble servants, well, signature, your humble servant, yes, it was accepted then, but at the same time, as pushkin says, and no one concludes from this that we are asking to become merchants, there is in this work about the west, however, in this case pushkin puts this criticism of the west into the mouth of an englishman, a fellow traveler, truth or...

you will think that it is about the structure there are no pharaonic pyramids, there are no jews working under the lashes of the egyptians, we are talking about mr. shmit’s cloth or mr. thomston’s needles, a damning characteristic of pushkin, of course, he writes that the style is barbaric, complaining about the unfortunate state of the people, the violence of nobles and other exaggerated and vulgar, impulses are sensitive.

the authorities should not dissolve before the authorities, the same idea is in the article about ratishchev, which he wrote for a contemporary, which was banned, there is this thing, when pushkin writes about radishchev, you need to try very hard it’s difficult to do this, to separate where he writes about radishchev for the sake of censorship, because radishchev’s work remained prohibited,

and where is he trying to somehow push through a conversation about radishchev, after all, a very important figure for russian culture, for self-awareness the same etikabrists, for the self-awareness of pushkin himself, and so on. yes, where he writes for the sake of censorship, sneaking in some thoughts of the parent, some ideas, there, for example, in a conversation about marriages, for example, on a trip from moscow to st. petersburg, yes, he is there writes that forced marriages remain an evil, but i am not quoting verbatim, but close to the text, responding to the corresponding chapter from radishchev’s book; nevertheless, in this article for a contemporary there is sympathy for radishchev and a desire to convey some kind of sentiment. “we never considered the one who gave birth to be a great man, his act always seemed to us a crime, unexcusable, and the trip to moscow was a very mediocre book, but with all that, we cannot help but recognize him as a criminal with an extraordinary spirit, a political fanatic, deluded,

of course, but acting with amazing selflessness and with some kind of knightly conscience, that’s what is important, by the way, pushkin is precisely why this is the question of knightly conscience. a problem with a wall that the smartest and most decent people, well , those who look at the world not in black and white, so to speak, with shades, are breaking their foreheads, because there are interests of the state, there are

interests of the individual, on which -at historical stages it is more or less possible to combine this, at some stages... it was necessary for russia, russia lagged behind europe needed to, so to speak, move it forward, even despite the fact that you, so to speak, quoted from pushkin, laziness and inability, the reluctance of the people to move forward, in this case the state

should be a kind of pusher, or something, yes , a locomotive that drags society along with it, i’m talking about peter, well, in principle , they were in our history. dictated the need for certain actions, because history , in general, well, i’m expressing my own opinion, it is also that dictator, history, so to speak, punishes those who run forward, in front of the locomotives shouts time forward, as it was during the revolution, yes, and those who slow down development, it punishes both of them, everything must be done on time, speaking about these deep-seated processes, it is necessary...

or the profession of a professional writer, i apologize for tuftology, who makes a living from literature, for whom literature is not some kind of hobby, like the former nobles, like derzhavin, fanvizin, and so on, but a person who is professionally engaged in literature is some kind of serf, in general, yes, who you can say so to give a handout in the front, pushkin makes the profession of a writer, a respected, significant profession, says that this can make money, but at the same time the bourgeoisification of morals, well, remember, famous, yes, that inspiration is not for sale, you can sell a manuscript, and so those who sell inspiration evoke

contempt in him, he writes epigrams in this regard to bulgarin, and even on a trip from moscow to st. petersburg, he characterizes such bourgeois morals as follows in literature: now the last copycat, ready for all sorts of private meanness, loudly preaches independence and writes nameless libels about the people before whom he spreads out in their office. in addition, for some time now literature has become a profitable craft for us, by the way, through the efforts of alexander himself. and the public is able to give more money than his excellency so-and-so or his excellency so-and-so. be that as it may, i repeat that forms mean nothing. lomonosov crepes are worthy of the respect of all honest people, despite their humble dedications. but gentlemen n. bulgarin, after all are contemptuous, despite the fact that in their books they preach independence and that they dedicate their writings not to a kind and intelligent nobleman, but to some rogue liar like them. this is the combination of bourgeois morals with literature.

in the house, after i got a cat, a dog, a chinchilla, a turtle, i left for the national team to train, everything was left to pami, who didn’t want this most of all, now there will be nothing funny, cheerful, amusing, but there will be something incredibly bright , saw the video, watch with us, premiere, today on first, yes, my russia will say yes, and we are united forever. and like the sun, air and water all together, the most russian chip, about my heavy

soul, and let my heart ache for those whom i do not ask, to breathe and believe with a wounded heart, give me my fight, and then my pain will go away, even if bad, my fight, bye... we continue the conversation about the figure of the great

russian poet alexander sergeevich pushkin. pushkin writes an article by john tanner, dedicated to a work of art, where he accuses democracy in america, they saw with amazement democracy in its disgusting cynicism, in cruel prejudices, in its intolerable tyranny, everything noble, selfless, everything elevating the human soul.

less so to speak, such a fundamental thesis that still united them was a movement, as it were, towards freedom, but although, well, if you remember the same pestel, then in order to achieve freedom he envisioned a dictatorship, a very tough dictatorship, and moreover, over the course of several

generations, so that the spirit, some memories, disappear altogether. autocracy, naturally, the majority of pestel’s views did not share, however, the majority of the decembrists also did not understand that such radical changes in the political system in russia at that time, well, they could hardly do without dictatorship, without blood, it... it was difficult to even imagine, so that freedom is freedom, and the path to this freedom can be very difficult, pushkin realized this, pushkin wrote about this, in fact, even in his early works, blaming pushkin for double-mindedness, for hypocrisy in general will not work, this is not at all an attempt get along, what’s important here is that pushkin continues

to defend the ideal of a free personality, the enlightenment ideal of a free personality. in this sense, the decembrists are valuable to him, even if he does not agree with them, but the act of resistance for him still, from my point of view , remains valuable, and he is confident in the viability of autocracy, he partly comes to terms with reality in the person of nicholas i, he sees his mission in exerting all possible influence on the king in order to invoke mercy for the fallen from the monument. of course, for pushkin there remained sacred ties of friendship with decembrists, this is just an ethical position, it doesn’t go anywhere, but the more... he becomes disappointed in nicholas, the more he again defends the ideal of a free personality, even in the genre he chooses at the end of his life, here is a monument, yes, his famous poem, he has an ambivalent attitude towards power, a brilliant bronze horseman, where on the one hand peter, yes, this is still the engine of progress, on the other hand, it begins with

what, yes, on the shore of desert waves, but he stood full of great thoughts. and then this power, this the ruler tramples the little man eugene, pushkin grasps this ambivalence of power and defends it, and what he comes to at the end of his life is his also not the most famous poem from spendemonti, i will not quote it in full, but a few fragments, it is short, very worthy attention: for the authorities for levrea, do not bend your conscience, your thoughts, your neck, this is the most important thing, the ideal of a free personality, here we see that and

well, if i say something in conclusion of our topic, then well, i can only repeat that alexander sergeevich changed, if at some point there was such a byronic, romantic passion, so to speak, for politics, yes, then life itself, as it were... forced this sublime note, so to speak, to sink to the ground, in general, reality was very harsh. pushkin realized this.

source of what happened, yes, and so on, but at the same time alexander ivanovich hertsin was also right, who stated that russia responded to the challenge of peter, the westernizing challenge of peter,

with the genius of pushkin, pushkin is a synthetic genius who synthesized the russian tradition, yes western tradition. pushkin, of course, is truly a patriot, for pushkin a child of the twelfth year, he himself wrote about it, for him it is fundamentally important, the patriotic war of the twelfth year, he sharply responds to those who slander russia to those who try to talk to his country, regardless of their attitude. fugach's rebellion and the captain's daughter, and recently in one conversation the famous pushkinist and deceased dmitry palovich ivinsky noted that pushkin was very acutely aware of

the fragility of the world around him, and not only the poetic world, but also the historical world, this can be seen in the bronze horseman, in boris godunov, in almost all of his texts, where history, historical consciousness is at least somehow present, pushkin constantly tells us about this, about necessity on the one hand an objective view of history, awareness of the fragility of this surrounding world and the need to treat history both objectively and at the same time with passion, because without this , it’s not paradoxical that you can’t get to objectivity, yes it is, it was historical podcast russia-west on the swing of history, today we talked about the figure of alexander sergeevich pushkin, pyotr romanov and sergei solovyov were with you, study history with... you can watch all episodes of the podcast russia west on the swing of history on the website of channel one and tanya i woke up in horror, looked

out the room was already light, through the frozen glass, the dawn ray of god was playing, the door opened, olga came to her, aurora, of the northern alley and flew in lighter than a swallow, well, he said, tell me, whom you saw in dream? for the poet's anniversary, let's start, oh, the game, garmon, has arrived, hello, hello, welcome, we've been waiting!

well hello! russia, good morning, our dear compatriots, fellow citizens, contemporaries, countrymen, relatives and friends. this episode of the program is dedicated to everyone who is from russia, who loves it, who is proud of it, appreciates it, knows it, protects it and will never give it away. let's remember the homeland, big and small, forgotten for a while, the one that warms you all your life, and the one that gives birth to heroes and will accept and forgive you in the last hour. about the one who fed you, oh one that will always remind you of the main thing, and most importantly, this is a program about the inhabitants of our great country, who compose such beautiful songs about their native land. here you are, singer-songwriter, alexey lopatin from the city of kemerovo, harmony of russia’s golden ten with a new song, just about the homeland, about our dear, beloved russia, i’m always sad! when

i go somewhere to a distant karai, in a dream i follow your trail, the rains don’t wash away my trail, and there in the distance in the blue fog, lazy rains at dawn, and there in the distance is my russia. my russia is calling me, and there in the distance, my russia, my russia will bequeath me, birds are flying, flying, in the spring, they are flying from

distant... strange, they want to drink water, crossing the ocean, and there in the distance the houses are not blue, the flax rains at dawn, and there in the distance is my russia , my russia is calling me, and there in the distance. my russia, my russia is calling me, by popular demand from the audience, the ensemble yarmanka with the song the month of may, wait zakhar, before the song sounds, i have a question for the leader of the family ensemble, you are family, family, yes, okay, marina vyalkova, what homeland for you, in short, that is russia, well, first of all...

the breeze and spring plays with a bow, long forgotten to me, reminds me, i don’t want, i won’t, remember what happened, where i was...

fives and spring, everything plays with love, long forgotten to me, it reminds me, only a white candy wrapper, i hide it near my heart, like a lucky ticket, right for good luck, from the window

the moon hangs. ay, my son, don’t talk about the past years, but i have silver hangings, no, i’m not old, in my eyes, things are filled with melancholy, a thunderstorm, my heart won’t stop beating, answer your love, and outside the window the month of may will appear , v don’t forget my heart, don’t talk about the past years, about the silver on my scales, spring sweetheart, let me play at love. long forgotten to us let him remind me i want i will remember what happened to me, everything fate folded me and outside

the window the month of may maygu is sweeping my heart i can’t stop. talk about the past years, and the land is with me, until reabton from vyshmasat.

oh god, don’t have an arrow, the caracid will have an hour at home, cut the hour in minutes so he can be at the house now, cut the hour in minutes so he can be at the house now. there is nothing dearer to me, my mother’s eyes are a kind light, and the first

my barefoot step keeps and warms the very house, and my first step barefoot, keeps and warms the same house. oh, how they dream of a house in the village. those who are tired of the noisy bustle, and somewhere nearby in the undercarriage to tver, their house awaits, tired of the emptiness, every day he recalls with resentment how the savage son and father were slaughtered,

he has not slept for three years, he worries that the wooden porch, but the windows are still intact, but the doors are still intact, they don’t let the house in. cold and blizzards and still dreaming of the old swing, swear to the heavens one more time, what if it happens in the future week, the lock clicks quietly, barely, because the three-wheeled bike is waiting with hope to hear children’s voices here, the carved platbands are worried that they will not see their patterns, beauty and making their way through the thickets of nettles with tenacity , the foxes bloom every year, oh, sweet house, village house, sometimes the door will come,

they will wash the windows, change the curtains, they will put your porch in order, because the windows are still intact, because the doors are still intact, the house is not empty, there was a cold and everything is a dream. the old arks will fly up into the heavens one more time, what if it happens on next week, the lock is barely there, the three-wheeled bike is waiting with hope, to hear children’s voices here, but the windows are still intact, but the doors are still intact, the old swing, the three-wheeled bike, and the phloxes at the window. bravo,

you see the side lights, the white wings, the secret signs of who these guys are, who are pecking on the wing models. you are creatures made of white paper, you see two skies, one above you, the other sky in her eyes, while you are sleeping an air convoy, freezing like a bird on wires, angels and airplanes on earth in the sky, angels and aeromans in mine eyes, in your eyes. in your eyes, in your eyes, the first

thing, as always, is airplanes, and then you yourself know that a taste of our dusty work will turn the skies into ice. someone shouts at us not to live, but i just love to see us off, angels will hatch us, airplanes never again, angels, airplanes, dear earth in the skies, dear ones and airplanes, piles of the class, my class, angelic airplane. on earth and in

heaven, go out early, airplanes, in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes,

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сnop. product of steller group. is this a child, or did lega come up with this? well, what difference does it make to you? great. calm down, yana. you promised that my son would be with me. mark, i will play the role of the father, but there is no need to convince me that this is my son. yours has also been living with a new family for 2 months. i'm afraid it will be a big blow for them if this happens. like that in general it is necessary to prohibit giving birth, the decision to reconsider the case is not made, a real man would tear everyone apart if they touched his woman and son. there are no men here, yes, i see, i will press this, a commotion will begin, everyone will start running back and forth, we will have a few seconds to pick up our son, she stole him, this russian takes everything she wants, oleg, what you are standing, he is running away, he recognized us, at the moment their whereabouts are unknown, the police believe that we do not need your help, we

can handle it ourselves, and i myself will save my mother, jaana, a finnish citizen, you understand, her son, a finnish citizen, was actually born here, and you are now an international terrorist, one chance for three, premiere, tomorrow, after the program , get out of the car, mom, get off your feet, i 'll shoot, come on, shoot , good morning, greetings everyone, hello russia!

once upon a time there lived a black cat around the corner, and when he hated the whole house, only the song is not at all about how people didn’t get along with the cat, but they say he’ll be unlucky if he goes on the road, but for now, on the contrary, only the black cat is unlucky, poor! from ears to tail, there was blacker than blackness itself, only a song in general about how hard it is to be a black cat, they say it will be unlucky if a black cat

crosses a black one, but for now it’s the other way around, only black black. and no luck, only a black cat has no luck, dedicated to russia.

and you, styopa, to whom do you dedicate the song, to all the women of russia.