autumn, like a magic garden song my heart is flying, my heart is knocking on a distant path, everything is not scarves, happiness, these banal ones are in a hurry to me. these are his words and his music. this is the first song composed by him in his student years. first trial as a lyricist he hummed to me. here her golden maples are making noise, as if to say, you want to take your time. you, wait , be patient and wait, my heart does not wait , my heart sings a distant path. all nekrasinki to

happiness goes to me. complete these images of the moonlit path on the water with a blue scarf of a girl rustle of maples, remember, that is, how we all agreed on something and no meetings were disrupted. and so it is at the end of august. after school holidays, i returned home to grodno and stopped in minsk , met me and settled in my student hostel. my half brother. vitaly is 5 years older than me. he was a student. it was a student residence at the beginning of the polytechnic university campus a corner house under a tower with a spire. it is still perfectly preserved. and there were six beds when vitaly brought me there, so two beds were occupied. this he

occupied and another one was occupied and said. i borrow the rest, whichever you want, soon appeared, as if our roommate introduced himself. when misha learned that i was going to enter the directing department, he immediately overwhelmed me with his education, but his songs were very melodic. moreover, i learned from him a new concept of skit. i already knew what this humorous performance was. i already put these on at school, but these were my jokes , entertainers heard on the radio or in some kind of concerts there, but a skit, it turns out that everything is the same, but on local topics, where some familiar people were ridiculed, so the audience had to take it hotly, very much, ishim was very popular then. it is a moldavian song, and now

misha composed such a paraphrase on the theme of liana filonian felon called a student who missed a lecture filonium they said and now misha sang filon. no, there are no philos, take my word for it. and by the way, there is such that kondratenko, here are filonov. no, there are no philos. no matter how you look, but there is such also someone played the piano there. why because we didn't have kondratenko vitya filonov was my classmate priklyuchenko. you see, everything went very well. this was their couplets. i am self-critical of the philonian. he finished the sentence. misha goldman. the author of this song is in the very philo on the scale of the faculty. i am a living songwriter of these songs, which he himself composed and did not perform himself, and when somewhere

, too, at the age of about 26 years. i began to actively write lyrics for the best belarusian composers. i understood that this is a long-standing influence of misha's songs that he sang to me 10 years ago and when, after three days of communication, i got on the train to go home already. grodno, i thought. why is misha from minsk suddenly living in a hostel, why is he so old already , balding 9 years older than my older brother as a student, why did he begin to recall some fragmentary information , some memories of the war about the family, which he told me between songs a boy and the girl studied. misha

graduated from school in may 1941 and was preparing to enter the university but on june 22, 1941, something happened that changed the fate of all soviet people , the great patriotic war began under the bombs, minsk was on fire, but the goldmans managed to evacuate from minsk and everyone died in the genes. they were evacuated to a very distant rear city in stalingrad, again , the parents began to work and misha was also not up to school. he went to work in a factory. teenagers in those years, replacing the working machines themselves became in the machine tools. misha also stood at the machine and worked. everyone worked. tirelessly under the slogan everything for the front everything for the victory

in august 1942, from the dzerzhinsky district military registration and enlistment office of the city of stalingrad, mikhail golman received a summons for the military registration and enlistment office. he is a conscript he was 17 years old. goldman, born in 1924, is the same age as my uncle dear uncle. misha of my cousin of my father, whom we already saw off at the front in this forty-second year. i remember very well our baku relatives, very modest war years, a feast. i was 4 years old, and i saw

something terrible lying on the bed, it was a sparkling bass gelek. on which uncle misha played in orchestra. well, of course, i was asked to think there, i was frightened by a terrible sound in the home chat, especially since the older brother with children, uncle kolya had already fought and the city of vienna, where my uncle misha would end the war, misha goldman would sing his songs. remember, vienna remember the alps that blooming one, singing bright mama. well, it won't be very soon. in december 1942, misha was enrolled in the 854th artillery regiment of the 256th leningrad until now. i don't understand how a soldier could survive here. there

is only swamp swamp. yes, in the trenches of old water they have infantry. one infantry is more cruel , how could i then survive in the summer, shabby 286 were recalled to the rear for reorganization for a short rest and adding reinforcements there they were sent near novgorod to impenetrable forests, where they are in the snow. these weapons were dragged up to the chest. here is how goldman recalls. in my letters, what happened to him, then i cooled down at night in a trench in the snow, slept on the go and was surrounded in the snow. under fire, i was starving, i was undermined by mines, enemies were shooting at me. and i shot at them dying in the hospital. i have seen many times death, and he writes a wonderful

poem, a special correspondent of the front-line newspaper for observation. i took the address with me. and we again went to where we put up and look how young i am. 286 are transferred to poland near krakow, well, you know the story of how this city was saved and the artillerymen practically did not touch it. it's an architectural marvel hmm, but, nevertheless, the 854th regiment, received the city's title of krakow war senior lieutenant. he graduated in berlin but chose vienna as the place of celebration. remember right. everything, this war will be remembered by the senior lieutenant mikhail golman,

boobs were waiting for you until the end of his days. the hot sunny may brought freedom to the people of europe on the square of the saved vein , the old young people gathered. on the old battle-wounded accordion waltz russian thunder, remember our soldier. who believes in a bright match and warmed himself, vasya will simply not forget through his heart , never two decades after the war all these memories will begin to form, serve in a group of soviet troops

in germany and only after that he returns to his native world, but returns with an order of the patriotic war of the second degree with medals for courage for the defense of leningrad intellectual belarus and the whole country we were once again convinced of this we are building an innovative future and actively developing scientific and technological potential for the first time showed a vaccine that helps to overcome cancer laser technologies, chips and microcircuits, completely on domestic, component parts our experts have successfully entered the instrumentation power industry in military robotics technology. and even in orbit

, all this experience of its own competence in different industries and allow us today with dignity to get out of the pressure of sanctions and help our ally in the main air project in this. watch on belarus 24 tv channel. the belarusian memorial complexes you have a deer that you should not forget nikoli, and i think it’s very good, that he’s not nato naturalistically svetka and dagetul, unknown under duties at the people’s link, the pomnikovsky memorial was holding the right handed the zadrots of the sovereign the budget was hung with komsomol construction. here furcation perch intertwined

one vez and so 47 senior lieutenant of the reserve begins a peaceful life in a new way. he works in design bureaus and, in order to refresh his knowledge for the senior classes, he enters an evening school for working youth, graduates from it, and in 1951 misha enters the first year of the polytechnic institute. oh, how old minskers danced in the surviving hall at the age of 19, and all around, burnt, but not conquered, all the ruins in minsk met their beloved dawn at the end of 1955. here we don’t get drunk on our songs. after this

meeting, we began a correspondence. he me wrote a lot of lyrics from his songs. well, you know, about 20 years ago, during the next cleaning of the archive, his letters disappeared somewhere every two or three years, we met by chance, but after all, we walked along the same streets of our dear native minsk , misha told about himself that he got married, that his wife ella already teaches english, that his son entered the faculty of law, spoke about the holocaust, and so on. for the first time this word was heard by his uncle, his aunts anya and reva. then for the first time i heard about what a pit is. misha boasted that he was working

a designer at the institute of semiconductors, there and a solid body of the academy of sciences that he received a medal hummed some songs to me, but these were no longer student songs , the theme of war began to somehow wake up in him. memories woke up in him, which i understand, choked him and that's it. it was born. everything, it was pretending to be in the lyrics, which he again sang to me, and now the song memory was true. our minsk is tired for the day sleeping only the wind.

i remember the post-war signs of cities around, grodno is an abundance of disabled people on crutches on such square wooden platforms with four bearings, which, when moving , created a terrible rustling roar. it was the invalids who went selling painted german sugary postcards, lighters made from raised eyelashes of clear eyes. he thinks he was saying something to me to ease the pain a little. you know , the songs were very touching, although they were voiced. forged

well-known songs and you are waiting for me, but she herself shines for us, you live there and suddenly you understand, that's it. suddenly, not the disabled, nor merchants, or beggars , they gathered everything somewhere, so that they would remain healthy as a victor, no matter how the exiled nightingale of the nightingale nightingale was an eyesore. the song of a front-line driver, an evening on the roadstead, all were bought in the forty-sixth forty-seventh year, more and more songs about the war were not on the records. and what then they sang on records and on the radio, well, about the village, where parting is sung, seeing off the accordionists, the institute from the collective farm near moscow , by car, a cargo worker's settlements, where, under the bitter city, a cheerful komsomol, cheerful, perky pioneers live

songs. and, of course, all the fair ones, we ski our formation. we carry like a banner the chant of battle and not a couplet, but the past war. especially about the great victory 20 years after the retirement of the forty- sixth year solovyov sedogo and alexei fatyanov, where are you friends alone hanging around? maybe a breeze of a familiar soldier to us here 20 years not a single song about the war pause pause until 1966 406 friends for silence, 66. about the war of partisans, the night of the partisans’ wounds in him and

the memory of the heart and now misha, having written the text, the memory of the heart began to wear it to composers. and you you know, everyone to whom misha gave it told me that he gave it to many composers. i will not list them. they seemed to refuse to write on this topic. well, the theme of the war, as it were , left, they did not understand the novelty of the innovation of this text. what does misha do, finally, so young, 14 years younger than him, and i say a splinter. he somehow hooked the puppy’s text, as igor said that this urge the author’s message aroused some reciprocal feelings in him, he wrote a lovir song and performed it for the first time on may 9, 1966 on

belarusian television. the people, probably some kind of fuse in this song and not well , firstly, liquid accompaniment, even in power , there is only one piano. and sorokin has a wonderful, but lyrical baritone is very soft. i was very good at lyrical songs, but this song is heroic, it seemed to slip on tv and did not catch on, not the belarusian stage. lev moller. we just met with misha, well, he was congratulated by the song there, he says, volodya, so i wrote the melody. i just sang it to igor. igor recorded it on notes and that's it. it was me who composed the music. but you you know, i always sing my own songs.

it turns out that he brought this up, not only to me, to many others, that there is a music author , he didn’t write music for some texts offered by golman, but soon the brilliant triumph of their song, the memory of the heart , reconciled them and inspired them to write new new songs. all pop singers of the soviet union in 1966 were preparing for the first all-union competition for the best performance of a soviet song and for the best soviet song, all songs had to be new for the competition was submitted, or 80, or 90 completely new songs, and goldman's memory of the heart and charming

theological with our song with glebov, house, 3rd part of our trilogy from the cycle i remember even after the competition. our surnames and misha met for the first time on this disc viktor buyachich ninel boguslavskaya, and before that everything was very interesting, the songs for the competition were selected by the artistic director of the stage. lev moller. he coordinated the texts with the head of the literary part of the philharmonic, therefore , nikolai altukhov, and with the editor of the ministry of culture of the bssr, the poet peter kharkov, well, with me, as if there were no questions. but with misha he was somehow advised, or he himself guessed to take a pseudonym. to be honest, i don’t understand why he needed everything for this song, as if mishin’s co-religionists wrote everything and

boris. well, i'm talking about composers isaak dunaevsky mark frankin. matthew blanter. well, here's something whether holman himself. the editors, as it were, decided to give him a pseudonym and began feverishly going through the cities no. uh, no part of the world, uh, no place names, flowers. no, i began to explain the trees about them, maybe it was a late bike, it seems that i am n. i am the son of the jewish people. maybe true, maybe not. well, what's the difference, and here is the result of the buyachich competition as a performer. the first prize, by the way , the baritone from donetsk iosif kobzon received the second boguslav diploma. the best accompaniment is himself, pancake, the milchans

lion muller quintet, the best song of the splinter is clear memory of the heart and i must say that the only two songs. recorded here on a gramophone record, these are our two songs, my song is the home and the memory of the heart. first prize misha and splinter mikhail yasen igor viktor voyachich threw out the song. so you hide it was not a night by execution, the wounds and the memory of the heart lived in it. there is also such an interesting detail, either a bike, or the truth. well, they seem to say

that before the announcement of the results of the competition, misha asked that after his pseudonym they would call his real name. why not? half of the jury, headed by the chairman of the coryphaeus of the soviet stage , leonid utyosov lazarev on the same topic, he could not think of anything else, he could not

write about anything else war, only war in a battalion and the soldiers took out all the sisters of all sorts of utos , protecting her, covering them with themselves. yes, a random bullet didn’t accidentally find it and the soldiers hurried, dismounted me and i to each other, and behind them in the west, the firestorm grew into a cry of a tent not from the face of a bow dear friend, hold on girl. be patient, dear, just look around. having met with misha in the ninety-sixth,

of course, they hugged like that. i said i died his classmate, my older brother in the position of director of the plant, mish somehow became sad after a pause, and immediately began to hum his new ones to me again, written on his verses will be on his melody, because he sings everything by the author. here we go again to celebrate victory day. this is the saint for our all soldiers 345. you know, probably it was real creativity, what is creativity? it's too much , i can't help writing, i can't help singing, i can't help dancing, i can't help acting. this is an excess. here at the niche it was an excess. it was his

very modest, well, real creativity. here is your donkey chance, and where more and i advise no one to guard, probably, it coincided that almost before each of our meetings, another disc with our songs came out. he said volodya again the country of our songs to listen to today we all remember the roads of anxiety, why are you heavy wars of the mother?

the fire and feat of the birthplaces of centuries and the world of bagpipes and flowers, the profession of an engineer, there the designer rationalizing his inventions , devoting himself entirely to songwriting search field victory mercy love stories with eduard kazachkov holocaust pit, but the niche, apparently, was. directory of the union of composers, because he carried the texts to all other composers with him wrote songs of tin makers eduard zaritsky, my neighbor viktor enterk. with dima smolsky he wrote to mothers waiting for sons obelisks of lines

cooperation with igor luchinok continued. well, long after the triumph of the memory of the heart, igor forgave the boastful statements of ash, no longer goldman ash, that he was the author of music. uh, wrote a song uh, letter from forty, on the fifth i send you a letter from the forty -fifth look at the picture of a peer, dear. i am sending you a letter and 45. look at the picture of the investigator, dear, i am on it with our

guys. look how young i am. soon the front-line cadets looked at their own, where the shots were. there was another song appeal to the grandson. at each of his reporting concerts. it happens three times a year the choir of the tenth music school sings, and while igor mikhailovich was alive, he always went out, sat down at the piano and accompanied this song of his. we teach

bright baritones, very willingly. they sang with the orchestra. nega drank this song joseph kobzon , of course, the spring of forty-five sang very beautifully . how the blue danube was waiting for you with the people of europe, freedom, the people of the old young, in the old wounded battles, the harmony of the russian waltz was played by our soldier , and at the end after this song he turned to the audience so that the audience

would write something to the higher ones. instances to note somehow mikhail goldman. mish ash them in a fellow countryman on this song. well, something of an award with the title of some kind and in 2003 the national the assembly of the republic of belarus awarded misha with a diploma with the following wording for merits in the development of national culture and a significant contribution to the implementation of the social policy of the republic of belarus, a valuable prize, a where she has me yes lions emotions, leading and singing brightly.

through the mountain full of heart it was as if he himself was fine with a smile of a happy accordion with his heart, as if god remembers the words very bitterly, vienna remembers the alps and duai, that blooming one, singing bright, may the world, believed that on may 9, 1945 ended the last war in the history of mankind in the song of the obelisk music one of the volsk words. mikhail ash soloist sings the world will remember russia's brave soldiers.