[000:00:00;00] i really want and need to master it in the very near future, this is the first necessity, which you don’t have yet, but it’s definitely necessary , i know what it is, well, a lawyer, it seems to me, something from jurisprudence, you need, no, no, not to become a consumer so that the brain does not deteriorate, so that everything in life turns out well, it sounds like a toast, may everything work out for you, i will be with you for many, many years, thank you very much, come, buy food in stores or grow it yourself , live in the city or give up everything to go to the farm, the choice of each of us, all i want is for you to know that the modern belarusian village is not like

us... we are used to thinking about it, it is developing, it is again filled with brave people and children's laughter, which means we will live, be healthy, songs on igor luchenok's music is always very touching, sincere, heart-tugging, it is a unique fusion of wonderful poems and beautiful music , this is how real masterpieces are born, such as the romance of the cranes based on the poems of nikolai rubtsov, where the poet talked

about a proud and beautiful bird, about the cries cranes that call the traveler to his father's house, romance of the cranes, stage by honored artist of the russian federation, tatyana

petrova. and the rotten trunks of the international trunks of the redwoods of the east, when october comes, they will suddenly appear at the level, and will wake me up, the crane cries will call, above my attic, above the swamp forgotten in the distance, widely in russia the time of sighting is intended, they proclaim, like a legend, ancient pages, everything that is in the soul to

the end, expresses the sobbing and high flight of these proud illustrious tits, and the broads of russia wave their agreeing hands to the birds, the fatigue of the swamps of the loss of knowing tracks, everything will be expressed like legends, heavenly sounds,

the telephone. the flying cry of the levels will be heard, here they are flying, here they are flying, open the gates quickly. come out quickly to look at your dear ones, now the soul and nature have fallen silent again in the orphan, because they are kids, no one can express them like that.

here they are flying, here they are flying, close the gate quickly, come out quickly to look at your dear ones. here are the castles again in the orphan soul and nature, because you are silent, no one

will express them, the may waltz is a song symbol of our victory fraternal peoples in the great patriotic war. on stage is the honored artist of the russian federation, yan osin and the rendezvous dance theater, under

the direction of evgeniy malyshka. the spring of 1945, how the blue danube was waiting for you, freedom for the peoples of europe, brought a hot sunny may, on the saved square of vienna, people gathered, old and young, on the old one. in the battles of bastrusian harmonies our soldier played, vienna remembers, the albs and the danube remember, that

blooming, singing, bright may, and the prince in russian balsa through the years, the heart remembers, will never forget, never, easily, with inspiration boldly, this soldier's voice sounded, and vienna spun and sang, as if he himself had played the trale, and the guy, with a happy smile, pressed his accordion to his heart, as if he had seen the volga floods, as if... he hugged her, vienna remembers, they remember the albs and the danube, that

blooming singing, bright may, vi krelenze in the russian waltz through the years, the heart remembers and will never forget. a beautiful waltz floated over the gray vein, full of dreams and fire, it sounded now tenderly, now passionately, spring embraced everyone, the spring of forty-five, the danube has been waiting for you for so long, balsruevsky, on vienna's freedom square.

the soldier stole in harmony, the veda remembers, the alps and the danube remember, all together, that fighting, their blooming, bright may, see kremenets in the russian waltz through the years, the heart will never forget to remember. vienna remembers, the alps and the danube remember, that blooming singing bright may, the whirlwind in the russian waltz through the years, remember in your heart, will

never forget. honored artist of the russian federation jaan osin dance theater rendezvous under the direction of evgeniy malyshka, thank you very much, dear friends, i think the songs of igor lucenko are a wonderful example of our a memory that we will not allow to be erased and rewritten, let the whole world remember. who created this great victory for our peoples. glory to our homeland. homeland, homeland. for every person, it is endless, for a very long time, a lot, and you need to talk about your homeland. you know, like in poems, war poems, konstantin simonov’s piece

of land. a sandy shore with wild pine trees, where the homeland begins, with a mother’s lullaby, an arrow from a nightingale, a sunny dawn, with a dream, with hope, the homeland begins with each of us. russian on stage. executor, elena vaenga, where does the homeland begin, with the picture in your primer, with the good and faithful... living in

the next yard, or maybe it begins with the song that mas sang to us, with the fact that in any trials we have no one taken away, where does the homeland begin? from the treasured bench at the gate, from that very birch tree that grows in the field, bending in the wind, or maybe it begins with a spring song from the creator, from this

country road, which has no end in sight. where does the homeland begin, from the windows of burning dories, from my father’s old putyonovka, which is somewhere in we found the closet, or maybe it begins with the sound of carriage wheels, damn... which in your youth you brought to her in your heart, where

does it begin. motherland, we read the message, carefully and thoughtfully, we are given a role... we are given special training , we read by role, we remember the teacher, and after the commas there is no need to speak, we are silent, and after the commas there is no need to speak, we are silent, the ships are leaving, with torn sails . you were so happy to stand like that, it’s even more shameful, he’s got his hair on, he hasn’t learned the naval regulations, and i don’t need to talk,

now, shut up, don’t talk, now, keep quiet, don’t drink water from your face, again now, i want it, what silence, what loneliness , i know in advance where the curve will lead, and i don’t need to talk, keep quiet, don’t talk,

now, keep quiet, we’ll play dominoes, you’re black i’m white and everything would be fine, but what have we done, but with faith in love, let’s play everything again, and i don’t need to talk, now, keep quiet, don’t. burn silently, read syllable by syllable, carefully thoughtfully, we are given roles, special

training, read by role, remember the teacher. but after commas there is no need to say, we are silent, after commas, there is no need to speak , we are silent, there is no need to speak, now, be silent, and we must speak, now we are silent, there is no need

to speak, thank you very much, thank you. elena vaenga, thank you, thank you, yes you are mine, thank you, girls , thank you, thank you, thank you, sometimes, in order to see the most interesting, it needs to be considered in the array of other, also

interesting, i believe that at all special events, the national anthem should be fulfilled completely. independence is a relative concept, but we, we have this independence, we have sovereignty. at the same time, we are sovereignly diversifying our dependence, which is called a lot. but essentially it's just logic. the global goal of our sovereign right is to create combinations of interdependencies so that our interdependence with the world is as beneficial to us as possible. igor tur's author's view of the main events in the country on the international stage. propaganda project. watch on tv channel belarus 24. paleshuks are people who live in harmony with nature. what we have under our nakedness. this is our health and my grandmother was a herbalist,

i found out later that she was a strong herbalist, and the genes were passed on to me, they began to collect herbs, when this oak tree grows up, about 20-25 years old, it can be used to make our bandar utensils, the main thing is their humanity is freedom, and these are herbs and honey, and the apiary, and the museum, and the village, and my river, everything else that surrounds me, this is my life, watch palishuki’s project on the belarus 24 tv channel. many musicians, singers, composers can say that they were brought up on creativity igor mikhailovich luchenko. and this wonderful composer wrote not only songs, he also created preludes, sonatas, musical,

vocal cycles, and igor mikhailovich wrote children's music, amazing in beauty, and instrumental, orchestral works. and therefore it seems to us that a real gift for you, dear friends, will be the performance of the national academic concert orchestra of belarus. named after mikhail finberg, precisely with the orchestral work that igor luchenok wrote for this orchestra, artistic director and chief conductor, laureate of international competitions,

maxim rossokha, igor luchinok, rock roll. the most precious thing is that the poems of belarusian poets were written. these are the songs that are associated with national poetry, they are dear to me, because this poetry

was born on this native land. enchanted my by composer igor luchenok in his reading for you will be performed by the finalist of the television project voice, associate professor of the department of pop-jazz singing mick, laureate of international competitions eteria beriashvili. the heights grow stronger, the eyes flash above

the blue, and the shoulders wash down. with your golden head, you feel the vecere, you feel the veche, you feel quietly with what is larger, on your thin shoulders, we sprinkle the night for work, it’s me with you.

i enchant, i think to you, i enchant, vasilkovs, i greedily wash, i enchant, enchant, i pierce you , and from the hands of inept, not brave, you will not fight... and weeks, a white ponya, ripe as an apple, your nadalons have fallen, you you’ll tell me desperate words that you’ve spent all your time in heaven, evening, zacharo. vanya, hardened may, it’s me with

i enchant you, in the fogs, i enchant, i wash vasil’s chapatliva, i enchant, i enchant, i sway you, good evening

viteps! i wash, i enchant, i enchant, i enchant

you, thank you, thank you very much. a great friend of igor mikhalovich’s family, people ’s artist of belarus vladimir provolinsky and the soloists of the fusion dance project, ekaterina dumki binchik and alexander lisovsky, sing for you, do you remember that tus? do you remember tosen and that leaf leaf that was

my autumn essence, your restless, rebellious look, salvation, salvation, you are to me she said, wake up, look around, and autumn will smile at you, spring will return, life will shine again, the sun, and the sun, spring will return, life will shine again, a dream! and the sun, now fasting, the rivers died down, the dormant

streams began to beat, lit up in the skies, the fireflies, the lights, returned, returned, the blood began to flow. in the temples, sitting in the waltz, the leaves began to get tired and i wanted... in the autumn forests, spinning, spinning, and i wanted to

be spinning, spinning in the autumn forests. do you remember the autumn and that leaf fall that was my essence in the autumn and your restlessness. a rebellious look, salvation, salvation, a moment of this autumn spring, and a leaf in a swirling flame, i will take

as a souvenir on my difficult winter days. the honored artist of the republic of

belarus sings for you. do you remember, i was with you then, and the sunset was burning, you remember, like a sail above you, our garden rustled, you remember, you and i planted rowan trees in that garden, now, as before, i’m waiting for you here, again above me, circle, circle in foliage, again the yellow doge, took away your words, and i want to enter that ancient day garden, to meet your night look, do you remember how the berries on the rabin burn in the fall, why don’t you

ask me now how our garden is doing? come to the child at sunset, look for your trace, say, one day, whether you love or not, the foliage is circling and circling above me again, again the yellow doge has carried away your glory, and i want to enter, who is heaven, to meet yours again... look, do you remember how easily the leaves crumbled, falling at our feet, as if autumn was writing a letter to us with half-and-half sadness , remember how you and i greeted the first spring, now as before, i’m waiting for you here, again above me, the fox is circling and circling, let's go

you are the night, she has words, and i want to enter that day in the garden to meet your gaze again, now, as before, i am waiting for you here, now , as before, i am waiting for you all here. thank you very much, dear friends, happy holiday of music and good

mood to you all. please. thank you, thank you, outstanding meats of belarus with a valuable history. abaronial doilitstva we can learn from the right-handed architecture, and all for this period, the round veils are very characteristic. they floated to the pharmaceutical economy at economical prices. some meats, garads, which were previously significant in magdybur, in attacks, the kali chygunka wasted away in large numbers, which is far from full, ruined their significance , the geta was a self-righteous revolution, the chygunka changed navakolle, cultural-asvetnytsky project

the architecture of belarus, the kascels do not end in the savetsk period, the kalka region the temple has its own pershachatkovaya meaning, and the whole thing remembers... this knowledge of stalinist classicism. please tell the belarusians that you won’t get a ticket, because let’s go to our capital, price list, please contact us fill your soul with what geta is. glyadzice on our tv channel. they are ready to go to the end. yekaterinburg, now, and, before, and this is leningrad. and what happened to st. petersburg? there's an answer. but we will find out whether it is correct or not. there is an answer and it is - why? a -2, well, it’s less than - and you’re a daredevil , of course, after you turned

your back to the tower, it made three more swings, look, the intellectual and entertainment project tower on our tv channel. our brigantines are standing on the roadstead, one of igor luchenok’s many favorite songs, and today in honor of it the composer's anniversary will be performed by a russian group, stage winners and laureates of international all-russian competitions and festivals, winners of the international competition moscow spring acapella. group of five.

our prigansins stand in the roadstead, standing like caravans, caravels, hundreds of versas and hundreds of deynoi. when they raise their white wings, we came to the pier at the age of 18, we came, the soldiers stood there strictly, and a hundred roads shouted at us to go on a long journey, and we went on a people’s road. we dream of salty winds, and there will be old songs neptune, we will find the golden key from the depths, and we have no hope for fortune, we will take

it with our own hands, we will still make it smile, the calm wind will be with us, under the wind... we will never meet, under the wind we will never do not bend, our brigantines stand on the slats, they stand like caravans, carabellas, hundreds of sonny bersti are not idina, when they raise their white wings. we came to the pier 18 years ago, we came and stood there in strict silence, without a hundred meters, shouted old and... she called us on a long

journey, we need your stormy applause, we came when i was 18 years old, a flock of poles came there strictly, and a hundred meters screamed. and she called us on a long journey, she called us on a long journey, she called us on a long journey, she called us on a long journey, we were called on a long journey.

group of five, for many , many famous artists, the path to creativity, to the stage, begins with the songs of igor luchenok, songs imbued with spirituality, warmth and sunny kindness. his songs teach true sincere friendship, selflessness. agree, this is more expensive than many values. it's here time for a sunny song. the baton of performances is taken over by the honored amateur group

of the republic of belarus, the syabbrynka song theater. i will make a paper kite myself and you will fly it into the blue skies, i will draw a sunny day on it, fly away from our song in flight , i invented the paper kite myself, it will rise to the blue skies, let the sun burn merrily and merrily, and our song will hurry after it, this is a sunny spring, it will fly to all lands, because on the planet, children are a friendly earth, because on

the planet, children are a friendly earth, because on children on the planet, friendly earth, i believe in the planet, trouble will pass, the sun will remain for us forever, birds will remain in the dewdrops of the grass, and songs - these simple words, the green planet will not be harmed by pita and joy will remain with us forever, a cheerful sky under the sun of shelter and songs our simple words, this sunny song will fly to all lands, because there are children on the planet, a friendly family, because there are children on the planet, a friendly earth. because there are children on the planet, a friendly

family, this is a sunny song, it will fly to all lands, because there are children on the planet, a friendly family, because. because on the planet there are children, a friendly family, because on the planet, children, a friendly family, children a friendly family!

on stage alexandra melikh, honored amateur choreographic team of the republic of belarus. ensemble zorka, oh-lyately, oylety, oh-lyately mosquitoes, dudaryks, dudaryks, dudaryky dudars, oh, sustreli, zastralі maygo lyubaga ўbars , dudars, dudars, dudars, dudars, i chucked, i slept, i slept for any reason, me well lyuby,

ezhno lyuby, you are afraid of kamarov, nizka ў field of work gnutstsa and yes most dasara, navakol me there are women like camaras, women i curse, i don’t bark from the sky, i poop for you, i love you for everything. oh, lyatseli , oh, lyatseli, oh, lyatseli kamars, tadars, dutars, tadars, tatars, nazaўsedy, nazaўsedy, we will hang

out - vars, dutars, dudars, dudars, dudars, oops! and thank you, stage winners of the festival creativity of young russian-belarusian duo: ramazan bikinin and daria chakhovich.

we met in the summer on a deserted shore, you were running in a dress, the white dress was flapping in the wind, i ran so happy, in love behind you, the waves sang about love to us, about love to us sang surf, sea surf, sea surf, don't run away, fuck with me, don't run away, fuck with me, sea surf, sea pier, sea pier, it's time to say goodbye, shout out, but happiness is exactly a year later. he will find us here, here the whole huge white light bathed in your eyes, here he confessed his love to you, you answered neither yes nor no, i don’t know what happened, what suddenly happened to me, how this gentle surf disturbed my soul,

sea ​​surf, sea graft, don't run away, stay with me, don't run away, stay with me! but sea surf, sea pier, sea pier, contact the food pier, but exactly a year later he will find a here. you're leaving, i'm leaving, be sure to write, you promise, i promise, don't call late at night, i'll be back in a year, on this day at this hour, the surf will rustle, invitingly, inviting us, sea surf, sea surf, don't

run away, grandma is with me, don't run away, babuk with me, marine device. sea pier, sea pier, it’s time to say goodbye, i said, the night is exactly through god, we are here, the sea surf. sea surf, don't run away, stay with me, don't run away, stay with me, sea surf, sea pier, sea pier, it's time to say goodbye, he said, exactly a year later , he will find us here, once the poet arkady kulishov brought the young

and already famous composer igor luchenko his poems, which he wrote when he was 15, well, you understand, the poems, of course , were about love, about separation, about a beloved girl, the girl’s name was olesya. i remember how one of my last songs was born in collaboration with the poet arkady kulishov, who, in general , is already a grandfather, well, i still say i’m far from grandfathers, but i remember we worked on olesya’s song, well, with such a young passion, i remember arkady kulishov was transformed, well, he looked like a very young man, when we wrote this song together, together it, well, of course , now this legendary one will sound song: stage belarusian state ensemble

pesnyary. it happens that i give a gift to the serts, and i can’t make sense of it, i can’t understand it at once. ankim there is something in the sky, at the end of the day

maygo, for whom all the arms have gone, you will never return, otherwise, be dark, shaggy, may be, the flock of former growths will be, but the past will be gone. to the very same mornings there are sounds and tears, gone, the bitterness and fogs that have been brought to me, the burning trees are a pity, the clouds of sickening gifts, when i lament, are inflicted once upon a time. bastards and hearts

, i can’t help but never come back alesya may be the dark-skinned kohan i ’ll be a flock of growths of the past asapnya all the spontaneous morning birds are ringing you’re crying may, aishla, you’ll never come back to the forest, we are your coal wai. kokhanaya be there, i was in a flock on the faraway places, the sleep of the devil, the spontaneous

morning birds, the call and the cries, the spontaneous let the zhirkas come to you, and the lizards of your own . and cry. thank you, dear friends, you know, and with the next melody, igor mikhailovich luchenok, the pesnyary ensemble often began their

programs. good evening, my dear! good evening, dear lady, where are you going, tell me a good day, and live, good evening, little girl, where are you going, tell me a good day, i live a good day. i've forgotten the little hut, i'm living in the water, i've forgotten the little little hut, i'm pastaul konikalyafaro, and i'm going to steam,

oh my god, hell! i won’t spoil the whole sock for you , i won’t ruin the whole sock for you, i won’t ruin the whole leg for you

, oh i won’t. nashka, where are you going, tell me the truth, good evening, dear , where are you going, tell me the truth, thank you, friends, belarus is an amazing country with its interesting past, full of legends and traditions. look what a curious thing i found,

it's not easy. walls, this is a polish geodetic sign, i’ve seen these in belarus just a couple of pieces, rich cultural heritage and hospitable people. if i were to put on a luxurious floor-length dress now, i would be blown away by the sub-sounds of this ancient 19th-century piano. and don’t even ask what to dance, of course, polonaise. a country with interesting tourist places and unique attractions. the temple is actually very unusual, i personally have the feeling that this is some kind of watchtower, such powerful fortress walls beg to be surrounded, and this is the same boulder that is popularly called god's stone, if you believe history, this stone has been worshiped since ancient times , not only local residents come here, but also residents from nearby areas, you travel with

us to belarus 24. dear friends, today the singer is taking part in the anniversary concert of composer igor luchenok, for which

there are simply no barriers in the world of vocals. people's artist of the russian federation, larisa tolina. good evening, vite. we are like yellow leaves, blown by the free wind, a quiet song squeaked, under a broken string, bitter confessions froze on our lips, we were

long meetings, short farewells, blown away by the wind, doji mists, goodbye beloved. shouted, don’t wait, just an echo in response, lost somewhere, blown away by the wind, blown away by the wind

, oh, the wind is evil and furious, driving into the foggy distance, but love will remain in the heart as an eternal wound, married in youth, and now persecuted, we parted youth, and we fly after the winters, blown away by the wind, fog and rain , goodbye to loved ones, don’t wait, just an echo... so the wind gets lost somewhere, blown

away by the wind, blown away by the wind, blown away by the wind, mists of planks, goodbye loved ones shouted, don’t wait, only the echo in response will be lost somewhere. gone with the wind,

carried away with the wind, humiliated by peter, thank you, people's artist of russia. thank you very much, thank you very much, our world is ruled by love, without love a tree will not grow, a house will not be built, poems will not be written, music, such beautiful songs that we listen to today could only be written by a very sensitive and kind person who sincerely and passionately wants give the world your warmth and love. and so far she. there is

love in the world, another song by igor luchinok, stage leading soloists of moscow musical theaters, arthroject, 21st century cinema, in my muteness, even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave, i will not go into the ground, i will not go into the ground, i will go into song, apple trees will be very welcome, stars will fall into the grass . and while

songs will sound on the earth, in each song i will come to life again, and the blue rain will fall, leaves will appear in the wind, and creatures will appear on the earth. here is love, i will not die, friends, i will not die , i will open my eyes, i will wake up, i will look at the sky again , i will smile, i will return with the sound of the wind,

i will return with the crunch of snow, i will return with the echo of a tender song, let a stream will rush through the valley, let them wake up in the gardens as nightingales, i loved this life, i wrote all my songs for the sake of this love. let's strain blue, there will be gorse leaves in the wind, until love exists on earth, friends won't resist,

i won't die. don’t believe in my unfashion, even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave, i won’t go into the ground , i’ll go into the earth in song, i’ll be fermented more than gardens, i’ll pinch the leaves, in the wind, while on earth, love exists, not i will die

, friends, i will not die, as long as there is love on earth, i will not die, friends, i will not die, art project of the 21st century, fate gives a person as much glory as he deserves, if to his favorite work..." you give all your time, all your feelings,

all of yourself without a trace, the stars will definitely respond with recognition and love from the public. igor. mikhailovich luchenok i simply could not live differently, because music is his world, his destiny, his love. i always want to listen to these songs, rejoice, love, suffer, dream, let them always sound, sound, sound, the songs of the composer, people's artist of the soviet

union, igor kalcha luchinka, in the darkness of the nights in the silence of the dawn, the stars warm us, little sister, this day the city is singing with us, the crehadvina and the old bridge are singing, they are quietly echoing, the wind is extremely strong, they will force us again, they will force us again.

the heart is stronger, they will make you again, they will force you again, the heart hangs stronger, there is on earth, the custom is very old , i’m setting off on the road, but it’s still better to sing a farewell song before parting with friends, don’t be sad this evening, there will be new meetings, a ritual together . live, hug together, we will still sing, hug together live, together

they will embrace us to live, we will still be here , let's live as we dreamed of in childhood, for each of our joys, let's take the path of the sun of our songs, take the smiles of sincere friends, wander around the world, this is the melody again. it will catch again, it will catch again, the heart beats bluer, it will catch again, it will catch again, the heart

of the face will be stronger. this evening there will be new meetings. hugging each other, living together together, we will endure a little longer, hugging together,

hugging together, we will still grow. many thanks to all the artists for the holiday that they gave us today, flowers to the concert participants from the council of ministers of the union state, from the parliamentary meeting of the union of belarus and russia, from the permanent committee of the union state. dear friends, we are completing our union state day concert until we meet in

hospitable vitebsk a year later at the thirty- third slavic bazaar festival in

vitepsk. its history, its nature, its culture, its faith , its people, and its generosity, once... you will feel it and never forget it again, everything is real here, this city has a rich historical past and rich present, it has been known since the beginning of the 16th century, at that time it was a private village of the zenovichi, rodivilov and pshestdetskys, it was first mentioned in 1503, since then there are legends about this picturesque corner of belarus: we are