sennya ab nematazgodnasti i nemagchymastsі adnaўlenya complex. budynka were taken from the street remembering history and culture. during the months of the construction of budynka in 1976 , the shameful home for the ruling elite appeared. the hell of the calegium, captured behind this flat box with ears, became catastrophic only in the lower part of the body's halo. and the incoming wing. the quality of the bastards was lost in the abandoned camp, and the faculties of the polatsky university did not stop by. ready for an exciting adventure cities of belarus?

on the belarus 24 tv channel, in the new episode of the cultural fashion project, we will go where no human has gone before, we will see the only unique relict forest in europe, and we will also go on skis, ride a winter bike, and look for traces of unprecedented animals. watch the doorbell ring on the belarus-24 tv channel this weekend. i open the postman, hand

me an envelope with a notification of delivery, i sign for receipt, look at the five wax seals in the corners in the center, i can feel something oblong in the envelope and very tough, well, of course , only he, my friend, my co-author of songs, a man could joke like that...

michel ligrand, paul maria, but he had already stopped, he was already becoming, if he had not left this world at 33 years old, making to belarusian music, some completely original, invaluable contribution, in just 5 years , cooperation with the belarusian radio orchestra.

who is he, where did he even come from in minsk? well, they once told me that he arrived somewhere in 1964, i think. a smart musician, he warmed up grishman and became give him work in his orchestra, the work of an arranger

, a control room on...

such a recognized author of song lyrics, i never call myself a poet, no, i was just the author of song lyrics, but my songs are set to the music of evgeny glebov, dmitry smolsky, boris raisky, yuri semenyak, lev moller, were heard on television, on the radio, in concerts upon request, they were printed, and what’s more, they were published.

suit, i realized that he was a bachelor, he played , he was short and plump, for me there was some kind of melody, the melody was between us they say, so-so, well, they recorded the song , well, they forgot, but then at the next meeting grishman showed me a new melody, played it for me, but i immediately felt that it was some kind of french, three-quarters chanson with very special long, such very beautiful... youthful moves, and our song was born, for some reason i dreamed of a joyful morning, still sleeping minsk, and we wrote this song with him, which was called the sun waltz. my city still sleeps sweetly at night, but at this hour i have no time for

sleep. dawn's golden rays, i am in sleeping minsk it should be scattered, with a little sun in each drop. hours from the sun into the river wave , don’t even ask me, i ’ll look at you along with the sun, day, good friend, meet your dawn, i’ll give you sunny bunnies, day , good friend, get up to meet the dawn, because if you achieve everything. grishman was homeless in minsk, i don’t know where he lived at that time, but the personnel department and accounting department of the belarusian

radio, all the time when grishman was making arrangements for the radio orchestra, everything was on fire, and where was he registered, where was he registered. and zhenya registered with me on kokhovskaya street in minsk, house number 25 in apartment 45, our cooperation continued, here i once wrote a text inspired by a painting by the lithuanian artist mikolojus cherlionis , the tale of the kings, where the king is in the palm of his hand.

100 brave guys gathered in our studio, each of them has a question for an adult: taking off a rocket is like taking off an airplane, what is scarier for you, launching or landing? well, i guess , either unfortunately or fortunately, i was not present at the time when they flew to the moon. but at least alexey arkhievich leonov said that yes, they had a flight been there. the heroes of the program will have to

open up to the audience. what is strength for you? well, the common expression is that there is strength in truth, i will say that there is strength in justice. the main task is to honestly answer all original, and sometimes awkward questions. can you show me a working technique that can help? hit someone from above, and then i throw the person, and just like that, what advice can you give to modern youth, based on your own experience, to love the land where you were born, see project 100 there are 24 questions for adults on the belarus 24 tv channel; every week we review the main topics that raised the most questions. for the interest of our viewers and subscribers on social networks, we offer you to learn the belarusian language while walking

with our tv guides, and we also introduce you to amazing people who live in belarus and do everything for its development. broadcast 24/7, a project that everyone should see. watch us every friday on the belarus24 tv channel. he grew rapidly as a composer, as a jazz composer, he composed a belarusian fantasy for the very complex.

next came his new jazz piece. was called a storm of 12 points, here, of course, the entire band group, the belarusian radio orchestra, showed themselves masterfully , zhenya conducted all his works himself, naturally, i had a desire to film several instrumental pieces performed by

the belarusian radio orchestra, and i filmed this concert among other plays by...

the collaboration between raisky and grishmann continued, both of them were like great.

he was completely unsuited to everyday life, not always neatly dressed, at the table. that's often he was at my house, i only noticed it later, it turns out that, due to his limited vision, he saw only what was standing next to his plate, then he did not see what was there, and i remember the first time she accidentally stood in front of him a plate of greens, well, as a person born in the caucasus, i cannot

imagine a table without cilantro, without oregano, without cressalate.

i finally got a one-room apartment on kokhovskaya street, literally four houses from mine, on the same odd side, and

he told me words that warm my soul to this day, he told me: “volodya, no one influenced me as beneficially as you.” zhenya married a good, sweet girl , lily. his life immediately became orderly. there were fewer bagen friends, comrades at the restaurant, and zhenya’s creative takeoff, as they say, grew, grew, grew. you and i have been in all ages. you and me, joy and friend, you and me, this is the beginning,

in 1966 the orchestra was touring in siberia, i don’t know, in novosibirsk, in severdlovsk somewhere, the second part opens with evgeniy grishman’s paraphrases on the theme of a belarusian song, why shouldn’t we sing? presenter vladimir shelikhin announces and adds that the flute solo is performed by the author evgeniy grishman. applause from the audience, boris raisky comes out with the conductor's baton and waves it. and at this time grishman is rushing around behind the scenes in search of his flute, he cannot find it. the first chord sounds,

grishman rushes out of the stage, grabs the flute from the orchestral musician yura kondratenko, and of course, brilliantly performs this piece, applause, that’s it, zhenya goes backstage and starts looking for his flute, has searched everything backstage, there is no flute anywhere. where he could have left it, the concert ended, the musicians come out, zhenya, what, where is the flute, dear flute, zhenya remembers, says, oh, i put it on some polished shiny table, what a polished table, suddenly zhenya looks around, looks around with these white-sighted ones in thick glasses with thick lenses and says: oh, i put it here on this table, everyone is looking, what was it? there is a metal vat filled with water that is this tall; you are supposed to keep a vat of water behind the scenes in case of fire. all

they go there to this vat and see how at the bottom, blowing light bubbles, lies the wife’s flute, that is, he accepted, this surface of water took the flute at the table, it means there, well, here the orchestra, of course, did not deny itself the pleasure watch their musical director, evgeniy georgievich grishman, a virtuoso arranger, strip down to his famous red swimming trunks. in this generally cold water, the month of february behind the scenes, as he dives in there and takes out from there, that means this flute. we will introduce you to belarusians who deliberately exchanged the city for a village , about 10 years old, it was just, just a country house, one fine day we just arrived in winter...

minsk stayed for 2 weeks and realized that it was very noisy, well, that’s how the circumstances developed, we already lived here, well that is, we already came here, we liked it, despite the fact that our apartment was on fire, they believed in themselves, their strengths and achieved results in their favorite business. the main goal of our farm is not to earn money, but to provide ourselves with good quality products, how to build a house and don't get a divorce, that's what helped? after all, there is a desire to be together, and a miracle, a miracle , the presenter from the capital will have to experience all the delights of rural life, apparently a tv presenter with experience in performing construction work, well , i have a wife, i have a mother-in-law, i think like a man, you understand, what it smells like, it’s still so mocking, i don’t know, you can see it, you can’t see it, they stick their noses out from there and look, and the city guy cleans up after us, okay, i’m a project

from the village, watch it on tv channel belarus 24. it’s a hot july month.

yes, look, zhenya took the text and sat down immediately for the piano, it was all with me, on five quarters, a small song was immediately born to him, well, i’m so tall... walk around the ball, paskakats, as i say, you, i ’ll treat me like heaven, i’ll hit the ball , let's say i don't cry. think it’s easy for me to live in the world , i can smell this little village, where are you, little nashadze, i can smell this little village, where are you, little nashad, where

are you, our little girl, where are you, our little girl, you came for the day of music my elder friend, and also my co-author already, evgeniy sanovich glebov, of course, we the three of us retired to our room, with my wife, and talked, and glebov very persistently, he was already teaching at the conservatory, very persistently suggested that grishman enroll in his course, in the composition department. grishman nodded, nodded, nodded, but of course , he made no attempt to even enter the conservatory, at least out of respect for glebov, because at... the conservatory they would not have taught him what he already had, this is natural some kind of flair, a sense of an orchestra, he thought in an orchestra, in april 1968

year, in the second pavilion of the belarus film studio, the film i... many, many years have passed, so i somehow invited my wife, wife, now a widow, and their grown-up daughter, sveta, to join us on makaenka on

the fifteenth floor in the cinema hall, i showed them this video of zhenya conducting, for the first time with... his father, because she was only six months old when her father passed away. zhenya somehow very quickly and persistently very consistently occupied the steps in belarusian cinema, according to his habit, treating some of his... friends to other friends, introducing them to each other, suddenly something will come of this , as it happened, for example, from the fact that i brought together rubinchik and glebov, they made their best

films with glebov’s music from rubinchik’s film, so i once brought my friend and co-author, cameraman and director nikita khubov together with zhenya grishman, they fell in love with each other. four of our films with khubov, grishman wrote the music , starting with the first grodno purse, the films that khubov shot according to his scripts without me, grishman also wrote the music, here is such, well, how can i say, an interesting incident, in our cinema house, then in red church, there is simply an annual viewing of the production and television of our television film. and the production of belarusfilm, but what’s interesting is that the names of scriptwriters, directors, and cameramen change in the credits, but the music of evgeny grishman, the music of evgeny grishman, from

the fourth film, when his wife’s last name appeared, the audience began to laugh, and after the fifth film and until the end in the hall were already on their way. when grishman's name appeared on the screen, there was already applause.

day of the sixty-ninth year, december 31st.

zhenya and lilia go somewhere new of the year. and before that, zhenya bought a small monkey. i say: “zhenya, why do you need her? a person with a sense of humor.” he says: “well , let me pour it.” that is, he apparently wanted to train her. so that she can pour it for him, they tie this monkey on a small chain, how should i say, chain it to the radiator and go on a visit themselves, arriving in the morning, they didn’t recognize their room, the tree was upside down, the curtains were torn, the chain...

here thus began the fatal year of seventieth for the grishman family and for the wife. in some another visit to minsk, zhenya, he did not yet know that he was terminally ill, said: “volodya, write me the text, i urgently need a komsomol, some kind of suite or some kind of cantata.” only when my wife passed away, i counted our works with him, it turned out that this komsomol contact was there.

friends who came there, you know,

they still perceived it as humor, well , a person is in the hospital, which means that, according to the logic of things, he should get better and come out healthy. we did not understand that zhenya was inevitably ill and that every day brings him closer to death. i was happy to learn that zhenya had already been discharged from the hospital and that zhenya was already. i took my three-year-old son olesik and we walked four or five houses behind the cinema, then the lighthouse, now kiev, we came to zhenya. what i saw , it simply, simply discouraged me, zhenya was already having difficulty speaking, he was lying on the bed so puffy, all sort of very big, somehow alien, without glasses, it

took me a lot of effort to hold on . well, so as not to start lying actually, well, zhenya, soon you will be there yes, yes, yes, somehow the conversation went like this, saved my confusion, my three-year-old son olesik, he did not leave this cradle with a six-month-old light, suddenly he says to me: dad, ask uncle zhenya for this girl, i liked her so much, why? the witty grishman, well, could not help but react, to which he, having difficulty speaking, said: “olesik, wait 20 years, then take this girl and do whatever you want with her.” this was the last joke

i heard from zhenya grishman. they told me that zhenya is in the hospital again, already, probably won't come back from there. of course, i rushed to see him at the second hospital. zhenya was in a bit of a lumatic state from the abundance of painkillers. i leaned over.

dry fish, only zhenya could plow like that, this was a hint to me, because when he left, he played a melody for me, i wrote down the fish, it’s such a random set.