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kinonaroz, it was such a joke telling me a poem that they composed the workers of our creative association of the television film, which had just been created in 1963 . he was a poet, writer, publicist, a very deep witty person, by the way, a war veteran valentin tarasov. he very often looked into our rooms of our creative association on the television film on communist and kiselyov when we were, which is interesting, e, he anonymously anonymously added what happened - texts

for documentaries made by our creative association. well, as they say, i pulled it out, pulled it out with some author's words. hmm, with my own inserts. well it was all done anonymously without captions. ha , very often he came to us and told some very interesting funny stories, for example, he told how in 1956. immediately after the 20th congress of the cpsu, in the editorial office of the newspaper zvezda, where he then worked in a narrow corridor , two employees could not pass each other, one who carried out the obligatory large portrait. it was stalin who had just been debunked, and a portrait of the new general secretary was being brought in. nikita sergeevich khrushchev is also a large portrait. and

so they could not pass each other in this passage. and valentine said it was very funny. in our era, each denseka corresponded to the corresponding name of stalin - this is a cult, personally of all khrushchevs, this is vrezh’s blindarism, then they will be driven. well, and so on and so on on kalinovsky street a in an ordinary panel house , so - some squares were there far from the roadway, and i visited several times, he had some questions about the script that i had to, how to embody the director somehow on the bus rode together, and with regina bakunovich and his wife. very beautiful there was a woman, oh, who also worked for us on television. here, how would i communicate like this,

i am with valentin and all my wife. when his biography began to open a little, it turned out that i was in the post-war chest to see his valentine in an episode of a dramatic performance, the kremlin chimes in the drama theater in grodno, i must say that i attended all the premieres in this theater, because, well, as it were, i was already ripe for life in art. and that time solution was there in grodno and played an episode. so i hypothetically could have it there see. how is the personality? i still perceived valentine as that boy from the famous photograph, where he is in a german cap with a german jacket from the partisan medal, but

in 1963 he was no longer like that in a cafe. spring in the late fifties. we trali throats in a furious debate did not think that everything goes into words, and we thought that we would change the world's eyes and open it with a blind cog. since then , the head has been praying with a hangover. that's how ironically he already perceived in his poems that's khrushchev's game of democracy. well , i must say that the father of their elder and mikhailovich was an artist, let's say applied direction. he painted posters, some slogans, by the way, the famous mishkin candy in the north of the ussr. and there fantik wrapper is the raisins of mikhalych taras working during the war. he wrote such violent

anti-fascist posters. and valentin is a thirteen-year-old teenager. one day, he simply didn’t return home, went to the partisans , and didn’t even tell his mother about it when after the war. efim mikhailovich on the russian sidewalk met the son of the former partisan who excited valentin, he recognized him, well, then rapprochement began, of course, the father of the german cap and the german jacket burned valentine laughed, he says in a fairy tale there is a peel and some kind of skin there.

i spin my squad. it's not the first time that i've been bam in this cadre i'm lying down after a clear, understandable life in the partisan detachment. well, as he wrote, two colors were white and black. here we are, here are the germans, here are the partisans , here are the nazis, here are the fighters for the freedom of the motherland, everything was

clear. here he began his period of growing up. looking back at the analysis of rethinking and this happened largely thanks to the cafe, which means that it was the apartment of a writer naumo-kislika, right across the road from gorky park, first floor, frunze street, house number three, people gathered there, except for himself. ah, the owner of the naukislik. it was olesya home. it was vasily bykov, who was visiting from grodno. it was yegor beryozkin, a literary critic. pay attention to the biographies of people, science fought on

the kursk bulge burned. the scars of the war, as they say, literally on the face, that is, he had burns on his face adamovich is the same as taras, also a partisan as a teenager. well, the biography of artilleryman vasily bykov is known to everyone. and yegor beryozkin is everything the listed front-line soldiers and here in this cafe a young one appeared younger than all of them. well, maybe only the same age as domovich appeared young valentin taras, written by cafe regulars, and the books presented to valentin occupied an entire shelf in his apartment and a member of this cafe of this company passed away one after another valentin was the last of them to live.

eternity, a close soul, other carrots and all. you look, you look, you are young about me and the sea already needs an hour close to lay down all of whom are not few alive slept it. once i met him near the opera house. he had already moved to the center with his wife regina and son and walked around the square, walked for a long time. why now you will understand , either the liberation of minsk or victory day has just passed, and i congratulated him as veterans of the great patriotic war on this. he somehow thanked

me. he thought for a while, and then burst into a huge monologue. i just needed to listen. he said, here you are volodya, you see us in joy in some kind of communication with flowers. applause, but the most interesting thing begins, then after the holiday, when we ourselves remain at the beginning, of course, we remember that something funny even like that, but after a few glasses we begin to recall insults. someone starts to reproach another. here you wrote in your memoirs about this operation. but you and i participated there together, and you didn’t even mention me there. and after a few glasses of reproaches almost accusations. it's because of you that fedka died in that operation. you abandoned him. we all

know and so on and so forth. and it's already screaming hysterically at each other. now many old people in the villages and the memoirists are picking up on this, they are beginning to recall that we also took away from the peasants in the villages, that and the last thing, volodya, how were we to live with the germans, they supplied their regular army, and then, they robbed, and for three years we in the forest no one fed us, no one dressed us for three years. we've been in the forest for three winters, you understand? what was it like to live? yes, of course, it happened to me that

they took away the last ones. yes, but we really smashed the nazis. do you also know why? because just after 3 weeks of occupation in minsk, there were already gallows that the germans set up in order to immediately intimidate the people and immediately stun them, you understand? how could we not fight? how could we not smash the invaders. this is again a continuation of his monologue. why did the encroaching special officers shot alena stankevich, a beautiful partisan who refused them reciprocity, why did the five officers of the regional army who came to us, who laid down their weapons to us, with whom we just under the willow together smashed our fascists shot. why, how they fooled people, taking

their cows from them, giving them completely worthless receipts, and when in yula forty-four had just been released. in the unstoppable soviet army, in our partisan patrol , the master of this village came running, wagons of persha , shaking these papers of ours. they thought that all 3 years of the occupation their cows, under the supervision of the partizans, peacefully grazed in the forest, then themselves. they laughed at this their naivete came. why come here to me? a? well, how, and there already apply? you are the most important jumped. eh, let me woman, well, somehow they didn’t say there, everything here is

all the documents for a cow on hogs. he sparingly told about some episodes of grandfather mikhail, grandmother kreina was burned in the svents in forty-three, they were shot in the minsk ghetto, there were episodes that he himself observed and that he passed on to me along the country roads, the germans drove columns of soviet prisoners of war. a column of buckets of water, crackers, bread. oven bulba german automatics eat in front of the column feet, overturned buckets , trampled on bread and bulba, if one of the red army prisoners of war bent down to pick it up , the germans immediately shot

volodya right there. i say i saw all this from behind the garden. another interesting fact. volodya is now beginning to say that the whole partisan is all abandoned, parachuted chekists are not true. volodya nepravda in our detachment of the volozhin region there was not a single chekistan, until the end of the war there were none. the encircled red army soldiers, who had nowhere to go, could not cross the front line. yes, it’s probably good, because they probably knew that there they would be mixed up to check,

they were grouped into detachments, grouped into detachments, local lads adjoined them. guys, like that, as i understand, there were no chekists. we didn’t have before the liberation. until july 1944, there were none, therefore it is not true, as they say and write now, that the entire partisan - it was made up of chekists is not true. listen to me. yes, it was that some locals went to the policemen dissatisfied with the order. some were here in soviet times, well, people. the splitters contemptuously and derisively called them bobiki, you understand, of course, that the lads of the partisans were chasing their gates through the blood of brothers who were in bobby. yes

, it was like this. these were already the beginnings of the civil war. it was a terrible punishment that will befall everyone who has sold himself to the enemy, a merciless verdict of the people. in general, who is very interested in the topic of this poet, who began to perceive this war and tells the truth about it, refer to the book, an honest writer of a war veteran, a young man, a partisan valentin and he says valentin if that boy, who i was then 13 years old, would have listened to how i tell today, how i perceive those events today. he

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our tv channel. in the late 70s, a belarusian spanish-speaking writer carlos sherman, at the invitation of his sister, went to spain. he stayed there for a month or two, returned from there, excited and excited, and immediately rushed to his friend valentin taras. what happened, it turns out, had already left in moscow by that time. well, one can say that the almost brilliant novel by gabriel garcia of the brand from 100 years of solitude was published, i don’t know what circulation, but the owners of this book passed it on to close friends to read it literally for a day. because a queue was already lining up,

and this novel in a day this book should have been pass on to friends even closer to read also for a day so this book passed from the group. it turns out that carlos sherman, in spain, read a new novel, marquez autumn, a patriarch, and saw in her, except for the obvious one. superficial meaning is also a hidden meaning, which is why he ran immediately to valentin taras to his friend. he told taras about the content of the novel. and that, in general, soviet people could read behind this, who were very good at reading between

the lines, having understood - it was taras and sherman who rushed to andrey makayonok andrey yegorovich makayonok, at that time was the editor-in-chief of a russian-language literary magazine. neman , he quickly realized that he was following this novel. he thought, yeah , if we are the owners of this book, maybe while we are the only one in the ussr to quickly translate this novel and put a demon in our journal. yes, not in a single issue, because roman is big, then we, firstly, will raise the prestige of the magazine, increase its circulation. well, and most importantly, let's rub our noses in moscow, and he, grabbing this book in spanish, as we called especially, close to the emperor ran through the offices of the central committee of the communist party, shaking this book

and saying, lads. here is a novel that is banned in frontline fascist spain , this novel that is required to be printed. well, the tsekovsky reacted, even from top to bottom in the offices, as one would expect. i will say that this novel is forbidden in francoist spain in this fascist country immediately print andrei immediately in print, as in print, what needs to be translated both with a go-ahead and how it is said with a blessing, okay with the authors both sat down to work, a novel came out. of course, i’m in the union, the seals in the kiosk somewhere agreed that they would leave me each of the three issues where the novel was printed in three copies. then

having received these nine books. i cut out of three numbers. the novel bound it, i got three, so these little books. here they are one village. in moscow, to a friend of the artist, lev durov , he sent the second to a friend of the director from the author of the scripts, nikita kubov , and left the third, of course, moscow translators for himself. upon learning of this, they gnashed their teeth. well, how is it that some kind of minsk is some kind of journalist. you see, he became known all over the union and translated this novel, but moscow went forward even when it was already published in moscow as a separate edition. the novel of martis, autumn, patriarch was taken

from the belarusian translation of carlos sherman by valentin taras with the reference that the first publication was in minsk in a russian-language magazine. in 2008, in the countdown project for ont, i filmed pesnyary's duology belarusian miracle and pesnyary's aborted flight, and here in the first part pesnyary belarusian miracle. i really wanted to tell you about the unique program that they did in 1984, on the fortieth anniversary of the liberation of belarus and the eighty-fifth on

the fortieth anniversary of the victory, our belarusian pesnyary did. , rock opera. uh, it means some plot productions, because they raised, uh, the professional level of the team forced them to work hard, and the other part of the team was for dashing, songs, like vologda there, it means beautiful ide konyushina, which didn’t have to be learned for a long time and which demanded spectators who invited both popularity and love of the audience to their faces as an artist, and good money, and finally, in the eighty-fourth, a program appeared that satisfied both those and others and lovers of large forms and apologists. that is to say, the performance of the songs. it all started with a phone call. taras tells me he says the phone rings. he is talking to you, do you know vladimir mulyavin

? well, of course i know, but vladimir georgievich if you want no songs, i don't have them. yes, aries says. i just read your book, two notebooks. why two notebooks, because there are poems in both russian and belarusian, and there i found the poem return and i already wrote music for it. i would like to meet you, met. and when they sat down at the piano as an elder, mulyavin played and sang a song to him. tired. i am a happy drunken yelling songs every teushka. firstly, in this short poem, we only convey the image of the first post-war days of the weeks months, for example, how the liberation campaign of the soviet army across europe was conveyed on boots and foot-worn

autumn dust, all steep paths. tired. i was a happy fucking yelling songs every heat and was called the blue danube any railway station you are his granddaughter mugs bowls come on. you saw from the symbolic pots . so you helped yourself. that's how he managed to convey in these verses. immediately they came together, so to speak, the nature of their views on the war. we decided to create a program that did not yet have a name - a program on a military theme, but they agreed that there would be no

victorious, so to speak, marches, no salutes , no holidays, so to speak. and it will be a war, as taras described in his other poem what kind of swamps do you need triumph parade, but the mountains of corpses are not incorporeal , they stink, and so he said. that we agreed with mulyavin that we would have a war, truthful with death by freezing , cruel with blood, stinking. as taras emphasized all the time, i myself wrote seven songs there for this program and selected poems by other poets, the program was lined up. pesnyary selflessly worked, of course there was danger. as the most likely,

enlightened, most erudite, most literate pesnyary vladimir mikhailovich tkachenko said, his friend is very good. he said that people had already had enough of the war 40 years had passed since the war, but so, he says , this program was done, that people in the hall were crying. yes, and for us, he says, the first shows of this program were difficult for us. stop crying on stage. up , they created a program, but the main

customer was the ministry of culture and came to see the program, then the discussion began. everyone says how they threw it on a mule. well, he tells me that you sing the fight was short, and then they jammed the icy vodka and picked it out from under the nails with a knife. i am someone else's blood, how can you sing it.

they sewed vodka into ice cold and forged it with a knife from under the nails. i listened to someone else's blood mulyavin listened, then stood up and said, firstly. these poems were written by gudzenko, a veteran, a war invalid , he did not have a part of the skull and his brain. that's how he throbbed, he died shortly after the war, essentially from wounds received in the war. and that i will correct the verses written in truth with his own blood. nothing i will not correct do not want to accept the program. don't take it whole. this second i will not fix anything got up and left. i followed him. this is how taras tells about this discussion. change your heart without refusing, no orders, no remarks, but pesnyary

work work the only thing in the program is almost ready no name. there is no name for everything that was not offered. everything, here we are swept aside everything and suddenly says mulyavin took my poem photo card and said that 's the same name through the whole war. i said, then i was surprised not only by his musical ear. well, poetic, as he saw in my lines written by me what he could not see. that's how i came up with this name. through the whole war now it is impossible to imagine this program with a different name, of course, the program through the whole war was recorded on a gram disc, but interestingly, taras is still talking about the premiere. he says we were sitting in the hall

the philharmonic society sat next to me, my friends of science were still alive, if sasha domoyevich, both front-line soldiers. we were a little stunned by the decibels that were heard from the stage , but we were shocked by the utter sincerity , honesty, and veracity of this program, as we say, everyone perceived it, but i, he says, understood that it was all created by mulyavin composer mulyavin. mulyavin performer mulyavin director mulyavin conductor. mulyavin everything and only here in this special world full of greatness and sadness. we separated

forever. from them us these volleys with them separated. she inspired us with trunks that we are already considered to lose. well, as it turned out, a collection of two notebooks fell into the hands of not only mulyavin, but also valentin puchinskaya - this is a very significant figure in the history of belarusian music. a very significant figure in the youth cafe on bohdan khmelnitsky street, he himself was going to rock bands, which were also

called suzolye. and so valentin puchinsky in this kiev found in the poem the king and the jester, but the cunning soviet people understood, which jesters are which king? they tell the truth and performed this thing with patterns. it's a big ballad works, and when they played in this youth student cafe and even then became a professional group in our e- belarusian state. in 1994, on the 50th anniversary of the liberation of minsk, our television movie shot a four-episode film, which was called after the victory, the scriptwriter and lead

narrator was valentin, he told the truth, how he perceived this victory and everything that happened after the victory, of course, you might not like it and did not like many veterans, but nevertheless the film was shown and not one times theses are not shakanny on the base. this thesis is purely propaganda for how to get away from your refusal for that catastrophe for that total defeat. i kind of tolerated the army and ukraine to participate in the fact that it was all from the genocide. this is just ridiculous today. i am at that hour of the eleventh annual, that there is almost no war. today for breakfast how is it going, and we are all lads, here on bast shoes i come from komarovka with their debtors per annum, that they would go buffoons on their heads and fight. it is we who

are native shably, who have been beaten by zabruchel, that from the barrels they lifted the eighth like that, it was me , the lads at the hut of some sort, with the help of the bastards, that there was almost no war, then not today, yes, tomorrow. so, of course, it was a purely propaganda and deceitful insidious thesis. but because we were attacked in 1997, we already met with stas again. i mean myself and him at the film session. we did my evening party with valery. here is this picture, as directors, but he was the author of the script. uh, valentin efimovich dry needles buried traces, partisan boys, to whom it is strange to imagine the forest is coming. for mushrooms, that only a berry yegor shoots in the thickets of mountain ash with his shoulders

, he still feels the heaviness of the carbine. and now i'll be back. i , to my ideology, pesnyary, the belarusian miracle and pesnyary, an aborted flight , which was filmed in 2008 for the enter channel , of course, valentin taras was needed to tell the story about the star program of the songwriters through the whole war, we phoned him. and he very willingly agreed to talk about it. we made an appointment at the cinema. cinema house and valentine was sitting on the bench with his face. e to the entrance to dom kino i crossed the street i approached him from the back and greeted him. he looked at me so, uh, he nodded. i see he is writing something. he has some kind of book and he writes something there, which means he writes writes writes writes. well, i stood quietly aside. he wrote, here 10 minutes, probably it was, well, the act of creativity

cannot be interfered with. he closed the book, handed it to me and gave it back. our last meeting with him, i saw him for the last time, then i opened this book. and right on the first page i saw a poem. the first line of which the emphasis was written by volodya orlov life ends, like a play, the spotlights in the hall go out, but this boy from the forest does not think about the finale, his road is not visible. he does not know what will happen next, but he will try to play without makeup, without a pose, without lies and falsehood , the play ends and at the end of painful thoughts and searches. he invites you

volodya to the island of memories. valentin taras on the sixteenth seventh of 2008. nobody. i never impose on friends from old repeat friends. i was even close comrades were not so cooperated sometimes, but they remotely respected each other, but i think that none of the people of the circle close to him , who even dedicated their poems to him, can boast and be proud that taro dedicated his poem with him. and i'm proud that valentine dedicated his to me. perhaps even the last of his life in a poem. i'm proud of it. and of course, how can i not love him after this and not remember his modest, truthful, suffering

man, the

poet thinker valentin, who was tormented by the search for truth . it sometimes seems to me that soldiers from the bloody who came from the fields not into the ground. ours was killed once, but turned into white cranes.

to this day, from the time of those distant years, they fly and give us voices. not because so often and sadly we fall silent looking at the heavens. it's an invariable drive-through of joking speeches,