unexpected communication of a schoolboy who passed into the tenth grade of a veteran of the great patriotic war for three days and two nights at the end of august, already far away in 1955, my interlocutor misha wolman, and became famous like mikhail ash. and this is along row and a couple of urban and like a magic garden. my song is flying, my heart is knocking into the distance, not a path, everything is not a scarf,

happiness, in a hurry to me, these banal images, sucked like candies, roaming with a song in a song, misha golman sang to me. these are his words and his music is the first song composed by him in his student years. first trial as a lyricist he hummed to me, here's the second verse. it shines with the earth for a month and reflected by the wave of the light of the wonderful dawn park, and then in autumn the golden maple rustle rustled, as if to say, although you are not in a hurry. you, wait, be patient and wait , my heart does not wait, my heart sings in a distant path. all are not scarves, fortunately. it's coming towards me. to fill in these images, a moonlit path on the water, a blue scarf of a girl, rustling of maples,

remember, in 1955 there was not only no cell phones at all. in general, i’m surprised how we all agreed on something and didn’t disrupt any meetings. 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 of the belarusian polytechnic institute then named after stalin; it was a student hostel at the beginning of the student campus of the polytechnic institute, a corner house under a tower with spiers. now it's great preserved. and there was a room on the fifth floor right under the tower with the spire. and there were six beds when vitaly

brought me there, which means that two beds were occupied. it was he who occupied and another one was busy and said, borrow the rest, whichever you want , soon appeared, as if our roommate introduced himself. misha, having learned that i was going to enter the directing department, immediately filled me up with his songs. well, of course, it was alyona's song and they make noise, and he even sang to the music. although, as i later found out, misha he didn’t play anything, and he didn’t have any musical education at all, but his songs were very melodic. moreover, i learned from him a new concept of skit. i already knew it was humorous. i already put these on at school, but these were my jokes , the entertainers heard on the radio or in some

concerts there, and the skit - it turns out, everything is the same, but on local topics, where some people familiar to everyone were ridiculed , so the audience had to take it very warmly and misha sang phrases from skit, who was at the energy faculty. it was very popular then. the moldavian song liana and now misha composed such a paraphrase on the theme of liana filoniana philon called a student who missed lectures 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 a kondratenko here, here are filonov. no, there are no philos. no matter how you look, but there is such a person here, nikolaev vitya, and literally after 2-3 months at school, i already sang the same verses, someone also played

the piano with me there. why, because we didn’t kondratenko vitya filonov was my classmate priklyuchenko. you see, everything went very well. it was all thanks to misha, but misha was very much in his verses. i am a self-critical philonian. she finished the phrase misha goldman, author of the song this philon himself on the scale of the faculty, i sat in front of him all these days, and i literally listened to me sitting in front of me. here is a living songwriter , here are these songs that he himself composed and did not perform himself, and when somewhere, too, at the age of about 26 years. i started to write very actively song lyrics to the best belarusian composers. i understood that this was 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 to 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 in minsk respectable labor family dad mom worked boy and girl studied misha in may 1941 graduated from school 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 those those who remained in the burning and already destroyed minsk, their relatives all died in the ghetto. 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 who made hardware, metal products, like all children, all teenagers in those years, replacing workers at the machines, they themselves became in the machines. 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 enlistment office in the city of stalingrad , mikhail golman received a summons to appear at the military registration and enlistment office. he is a conscript, he is 18 years old. gouldman, born in 1924, is the same age as my uncle dear uncle. misha my cousin my father, whom we are already in this 42 year

escorted to the front. 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 hilicon. on which uncle misha played in the orchestra. well, of course, i was asked to blow there. i was frightened by a terrible sound. you know, no one cried, everyone understood. we must go to the front, we must defend the motherland. especially since the elder brother is an uncle. misha my uncle. kolya has already fought and the city of vienna, where my uncle misha will end the war misha goldman will he remembers to sing in his song, vienna remembers the alps and the danube, that blooming one, singing bright may, but it will still be very, very soon in

december 1942. misha was enrolled in the 854th artillery regiment of the 256th red banner rifle division, which fought in the gibbles of the volkhov swamps, 286th defended leningrad here until now. i don't understand how a soldier could survive here. there is only swamp swamp. yes, in the trenches of the old waters there are infantry in them. one infantry led more than the origins then 286 and in battles, defeated death until now. i don't understand, how could i then survive in the summer, the shabby 286 was recalled to the rear for reorganization for a short rest and adding replenishment 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 his letters. what happened to him then? i froze at night in a trench in the snow, at full speed and in the snow i was surrounded. under fire, i was starving, i was undermined by mines, enemies were shooting at me. and i shot them dying in the lord. i have seen death more than once and i have seen the death of our fighters. already in office lieutenant, he writes a wonderful poem, a special correspondent, the front-line newspapers looked out for us and clicked a watering can. i took the address with me. and we again went to where the shots were 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 hmm an architectural marvel, but, nevertheless, the 854th regiment, received the city's title of krakow war senior lieutenant. he graduated in berlin, but the place of celebration was remember, i remember correctly, yes, everything, this war will be remembered with the elder lieutenant to mikhail golemon until the end of his days. the people of europe took freedom, accepted the hot sunny may in the square, the veins of the saved

gathered, the people of the old young, on the old battle-wounded accordion waltz russian thunder, our soldier remembers. yes, remember the alps and the danube who blooms wild never. two decades after the war, all these memories will begin to form into the stanzas of songs not immediately, not immediately, but for now he serves in the group of soviet troops

in germany for two more years and only after that he returns to his native minsk but returns with an order of the patriotic war of the second degree with medals for courage for the defense of leningrad. the editors' club turns out that with the help of the media, humanity is convinced that these people can control us, unravel the formula of information tactics and destroy the technology of inflating panic servants, some would

like us to squeak immediately gave an answer. in fact. it will be wrong, which means that our opponents are forcing us to react to them. all information coming from there should be divided into 10 and then 10 more times integrated projects can survive in modern international relations negative about something. believe me, there will always be financial interests an open dialogue about the most important social and political events in the country and the world. we are talking about talented creative youth, belarus. i believe that she is one of the most promising future ballerinas, gifted and brave, always ready to master a new direction, conquer the stage and exhibition space, she easily masters soft glider material. here we saw her

work, she is fluent in pastels. uh, sepia will share a story about their creative path with all the successes and failures and daily work on themselves complex movements that are very difficult for her, because thin legs are long, when long levers are very difficult to control them, it will work to do this, and the new generation of belarusians. see the project new people on belarus 24 tv channel. and in the forty-seventh, the senior lieutenant of the reserve begins a peaceful life in a new way. he

works in design bureaus and in order to refresh knowledge for the senior classes enter the evening school for working youth, graduate from it and in 1951 misha enters the first year of the polytechnic institute. oh, how the old minskers danced in the surviving hall at the age of 19, and all around, burnt, but not conquered, all in the ruins of the minsk people, their beloved met the dawn at the end of 1955. here we have a meeting in the hostel of the polytechnic institute, where misha sings to me for three days songs. after this meeting, we began to write. he wrote me a lot of lyrics from his songs. well you know about 20 years ago, during the next cleaning of the archive, these letters

of his disappeared somewhere once 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 me 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 i heard this word, it turns out that his grandfather died in minsk in his childhood. naum his uncle his aunt anya and him i first heard about what a pit is. misha boasted that he works as a designer at the institute of semiconductors, there is also a solid body of the academy of sciences that he received a medal from vdnkh that he

received a diploma for some of his inventions and again hummed some songs to me, but these were already non-student songs, he started somehow wake up the theme of war. memories woke up in him, which i understand, choked him and that's it. it was born, all this pretended to be in the text of the songs, which he again sang to me, and now the song memory of the heart simply opened a new theme in the soviet song. and you know it was true. wine very our

minsk is tired for the day can not sleep. only the wind. i remember the post-war signs of the cities near and grodno - this 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 were selling lighters painted with sugary german postcards made from cartridge cases. they sang. you know very touching songs. all pay. the sister surrounded raised eyelashes of clear eyes. to me he thinks he was saying something to hurt

eased up a bit. you know , the songs were very touching. although there were well-known songs turned into fifths in hoarse voices. yes, and you are waiting for me, but you yourself let us live there and suddenly you understand, that's it. suddenly, not disabled people, neither merchants, nor beggars disappeared somewhere, they collected everything somewhere, so that they would not be an annoyance to the remaining victorious winner, no matter how annoyed, their eyes referred somewhere to some islands, as i later found out a gram of a plate with songs oh roads, dark night nightingale nightingales. song of the front driver the evening on the raid 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 they sing parting, seeing off the accordionists , the institute from the collective farm near moscow, by car, a freight worker's settlements, where, under the bitter city, a friend lives cheerful komsomol, cheerful, fervent pioneer songs. and, of course, the entire light beams of the mausoleum borders. welcoming youth there, stalin stands under the gentle gaze, we equalize our system. we carry like a banner the chant of battle and not a verse, 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 of the same soldiers, maybe the breeze of a familiar soldier will bring us here for 20 years, not a single song about

the war pause pause until 1966, forty-sixth friends, filling the sixty-sixth memory of the heart text by mikhail golman about the already yasener of war artifact. night demanded wounds and so misha wrote the text of the memory of the heart began to wear it to the composers. and you know everyone to whom misha gave it to me told me that given 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. misha what is he doing he is printing the first copies again. the first is such a naive author's skill and carries everyone with another composer, finally young 14 years younger than him and i say a splinter, but a splinter. the text somehow caught on, as igor said that this urge, the author’s message, awakened some reciprocal feelings in him. he wrote a pianoforte song first performed on may 9, 1966 by belarusian. and the vision of the people's artist of the bssr igor 2.000 sorokin to the accompaniment of his wife, pianist vera isakovna. well, you know, probably, some kind of fuse didn't

sound in this song. well, firstly, liquid accompaniment, even in power there is only one piano. and sorokin's is wonderful, but the lyrical baritone is very soft. i was very good at lyrical songs. but this song is heroic ; belarusian stage. lev moller. we just met with misha, well, he was congratulated by a song there. he says, volodya, so i wrote the melody. i just sang it to igor and i say i wrote it down on notes, and that's it. it was me who composed the music. you know, i always sing my own songs . it turns out that he brought this up, not only to me many others, that he is the author of music, well

, this boasting came to a splinter, and for some time the relationship, their splinter became very aggravated, did not write music for some of the texts proposed by goldman, but soon the brilliant triumph of their song, the memory of the heart, reconciled them and inspired them to write 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

. elegant handsome man. victor buryachich, with the song of a splinter, goldman's memory of the heart and the most charming boguslavskaya dived from our house with a gleb song i remember the third part of our trilogy from the cycle , and after the competition, our surnames and misha first met on this plate viktor gulyatevich. 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, the head of the literary part of the philharmonic, therefore nikolai altukhov, and himself the editor of the ministry of culture of the bssr, therefore peter kharkov. well, there were no issues with me. but with misha he was somehow advised, or he himself guessed to take

alias. i honestly don't understand why. he needed all the songwriters, as if mishin's co-religionists wrote under their last names to their minds. lobkovsky mikhail matusovsky evgeny dolmatovsky boris laskin well, i'm talking about composers isaac dunayevsky mark frankin. matthew blanter. well, here's something either holman himself, or the editors, as if they decided to give him a pseudonym and began feverishly going through the cities no. e parts of the world. no, there are no geographical names, flowers. no, the trees are about michael oak. no, verba is no good faith is already there. yeah. ash is clear. well, later less began to explain. that's what this bike was late, like i'm n. i am the son of the jewish

people. maybe it's true, maybe i do. well, what 's the difference, and now the buyachich competition, as a performer , the first prize, by the way, baritone from donetsk iosif kobzon received the second ninel boguslav diploma. the best accompanying ensemble is the minskers of the livanuller quintet, the best song of the splinter is ash 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 home and memory of the heart. misha's first prize and a splinter. mikhail yasen igor luchinok. that's how

the composer wrote it. igor luchinok's music is the most everyday, and the soloist of the ensemble was viktor buyachich forged 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 his real name be called after his pseudonym. named why not half of the jury headed by the chairman co-religionists were deprived of the coryphaeus of the soviet stage, leonid utyosov lazarus in alzbein, please, called him.

he won and a niche after the memory of the heart, as the songs burst through, they simply erupted, and all on the same topic, he could not think of anything else, he could not write about anything else war only the war battalion.

yes, a random bullet, it wasn’t accidentally found and the soldiers hurried, dismounted me and each other, and behind them in the west the firestorm grew in the cloak in the tents it wouldn’t slip under the road under the arm and the young sergeant left next to the stands chic. you stay girl. be patient, dear, just look around, how is spring? you be patient islamic. hold on, it'll be over soon. this is a war meeting with misha in the ninety-sixth, of course, they began to do so. i said that his classmate, my older brother of the factory, had died,

he was sad to somehow hum his new songs to me. moreover, he hummed humming melodies and assured me that the songs that would be written on his poems would be different. here again , victory day, we must celebrate this holy duty for all our soldiers, who is the medical battalion here? respond to the girls 345 nurses. 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 ushi this was an excess. it was his very modest, well, real work. and the branches of the song are good for us, getting to know and i want a dream book for you, and i’m one and a half advice no one to guard, probably, it coincided so much that almost before every our meeting, another disc was released with ours and him songs. he said volodya again, our country is with you, listen to songs, remember the roads

of anxiety, why are you hard wars time what has come to our city? god and so in the eyes of the mother and the feat of the motherland of centuries and the world of smile and flowers all this is you victory already abandon the profession

of engineer, there the designer rationalizes his inventions. having given himself entirely to songwriting, misha produced texts with an incredible amount of incredible drooling over bread, wrote the bunich field victory mercy love stories with eduard kazachkov the holocaust pit, well, at the niche, apparently, there was a directory of the union of composers, because he carried the texts to all other compositions with him they wrote songs allo pancakes eduard zaritsky my neighbor viktor to enter the ozimoysky wrote to mothers waiting for sons obelisks of lines

parting, dear faces come to life white faces . 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 authors of music, e, wrote a song a letter from 45. i am sending you a letter from forty-fifth take a look at a picture of a peer, dear, on it together with our guys. look how young i am. i'll send you a letter and 45. look at the picture

frant. look how young i am. another song appeared appealing to the grandchildren, bow to the grandchildren of the grandfather, forged this song for you to win. 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. very

bright baritones very willingly sang the may waltz. i remember that somewhere in the concert hall minsk in 1998 iosif kobzon sang this song with the nimigo orchestra, of course, spring of 45 sang very beautifully. as the blue was waiting for you there, the people of europe brought freedom to

hot sunny may on the square of the saved vein, the old people gathered. at the old battle-wounded accordion, a 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 and ask the higher authorities to somehow mark mikhail goldman hmm. misha i imagine them as a fellow countryman for this song. well, something of an award with some kind of title in 2003 the national assembly of the republic, belarus awarded misha with a diploma with this wording. for merits in the development of national culture and significant contribution to the implementation of the social policy of the republic of belarus, a valuable valuable award oh no alpha and

sing. what an inspirational, bold soldier's waltz sounded and swirled, as if strauss himself played with a happy smile , pressed the accordion with his heart, as if god would humble himself, as if russia was embraced today in the may waltz song, the words remember very bitterly, vienna remembers the alps and dua the one blooming

the world singing bright mike believed that on may 9, 1945, the last war in the history of mankind ended in the song of the obelisk , the music of dima from the volsky word. mikhail ash soloist sings the world will remember russia's brave soldiers. nothing misha peace already. he wants to remember , they demolish the obelisk sung by you in the song. and so, the mystic associated with the war dates of life of writers born in 1924 vasily

bykov died. in 2003, june 22, the day the great patriotic war began, java was born on may 9, victory day, misha is clear. goldman, died in 2006 may 10 the day before celebrated. for the sixty-first time victory day, the victory that they famous and famous like my uncle misha brought closer as best they could. we love and remember. eternal memory to them, how beautiful is the streak of dawn over the earth on a foggy morning, when the day wakes up, everything

around anna illuminates with a gentle light. and an impenetrable shadow slips away in the night. and wake up, street sounds. all this will be.

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