here are all the village some kind of parties were here with obscene such wonderful ditties. and did you play the songs with obscenities, of course, i have the first song, it was just the animat who wrote the first song, the keys, then the song of the brain, here is the song by line and dasha, and then the song combiners appeared, it was already borderline, that is, there, like, as if there was a semi-mate, but it seemed there was already a hint of a certain social message, something, some kind of anguish, and obscene ditties all started with the fact that i started on the guitar play, because my dad gave me, from which he travels north. well, it was such a simple plywood guitar that played and prevented firewood in the fire. at the institute, i heroically smashed her on the head with a drug addict who attacked us here, well, that's another story then. i just played on it in a rack in the store and there was such a rack in the

store. that is, this is the best concert venue. where am i from? started playing it. he already, well, yes, but my dad is from the don, volgograd region. that's why we're all in the shops there this thing was screwed up. the conditions were very harsh. the checks themselves were not supposed to be there. and all these pauses. these pensive people, this one, to set up something wrong, everything was categorically dangerous, because such people came, which means that they had already used them after getting off the tractors. they were thirsty. they just didn't care about songs. how many strings are built on the guitar , it does not build. here's a favorite song was such, of course, everything goes according to plan. i have learned to play. even if all the strings were practically absent, there were two top ones. i've been hammering like this. here and now we sat down with them and that means they sang it and even a policeman came. igor evgenievich got up like that from around the corner and also listened. and then it ended, and he popped up like that, guys. let's go to the steppe, that's all. cool, i want to ask

you about the cossack song. here i am reading now. uh, what was there a fragment in turkish? yes, he stayed there, this is hura-hura hura, cork is hooray! hooray! wow be afraid. the fact is that this song how to say, i wrote, by the way, for the first concert. i already agreed to the concert, but there was no song, except for here are the first three obscene and combiners, so i had to strain and write daisies. actually, this cossack song. well, a cossack song. i didn't know how to write words. i thought, let's write in turkish and there will be something like petit there, such a loss and it seems to work. and at first i thought in the kalmyk language. so i turned to vkontakte, found the kalmyks and began to knock, would you translate for me at least something like this text, but my avatar really confused the kalmyks, apparently, on genetic memory. i was from bare-chested with such zaporozhye forelock and with such a sword. so they immediately unsubscribed me so that i would immediately leave the kalmyk language alone, then i was offended and went

to the bureau, and in turkish they translated all this nonsense to me, which is there, well, i threw it around. so i took it like that and realized that it was not in a week. me in 10 years. i will never learn, so i had to write in russian. but khorog is what i kind of took out of there, somehow it turned out like this. and

then a lot of dark-skinned guys already today we were in the evening

and one came out for intercourse with 12. beautiful

happiness ladies head, sharpened with a piece of iron. thank

you for taking a place in the competition, as an artist of the original genre was such a thing. i worked. for 12 years i have worked at the buff theater in st. petersburg and i played bunnies there, not mainly wolves, i had a specialization in wolf, in principle, i just didn’t play anyone there. you outplayed dudyuk who is it? well, say character. yes, it doesn’t matter who is there, the main thing is that there is a fox, a hare and santa claus here, and the rest there is a wolf computer virus. there dudyuk from the change of roles, the amount did not change. eventually. we planted 53 christmas trees. great very even was such affairs. and yes, about the original genre, we had three scenes, the main scene. i'm there, basically playing soldier janitors will play a janitor. so on the main stage and run. eh, we're in parallel. there was new year's eve. there was also a variety platform, and there we played all sorts of variety numbers. here they played on spoons with my friend partner sanya

glaziers, then they ran to another. i remember the site, once i played a janitor and i had to quickly have time to play on spoons, there we have it on another site. and i have such a hair on my head, a mustache, glued, a nose, red. sanya says, let's run faster there, now the number is ending. i grab a russian shirt with a spoon, i just put on my boots. so, bloomers come running, we play. we are good on spoons. a day later, the artistic director calls me. he says, read a mortgage on you to write. i say something like this, i take it, the paper is written, the mortgage is further verbatim from the viewer i sit. i mean to everyone ha-ha-ha-ha all of a sudden comma comes out. oh, with a red nose and starts to crackle on spoons in my spirit. take action, you can say, well, what can i say, well, a man went to the theater, they prevented him from eating, well, you had enough of everything.

there was such a thing as sawdust at some kind of games at the dazhovkas, somehow subtly this game for flasks. blimey. now i'll just take it. i didn't play it. for 70 years, the water level must be certain, and for her to sing, you understand, she will not sing the full version.

please tell me, what musical institution did you graduate from? well, musical dilutions are not finish, unlike the guys, cool since you are, as i understand it, a theater actor. come on, yes, i finished here on mokhovaya yes, somewhere there, someone in a box with spoons. we came bdt. here, let's go show up, we had a scene with a weight such that i lift a 16 kg weight. here we go. well, from mokhovaya, if someone represents peter, i have already run out of inspiration for you alexandrina. i say come on, we seem to be better in alexandrinka. i will

not carry the weight to the bdt. as a result, so we brought the weight to the dbt and climbed onto the stage kirill yuryevich lavrov so i looked carefully, how we drag the mogiru there , we say something there, and then our friend artyom tells us, i don’t hear this voice, i don’t see his face on me. i say kirill yuryevich you are the light, turn on i say who the stracharacter of the chartists is watching on duty, here, well, and we are on our way with this kiria, we left the bjd as a result, high art did not accept you. well, yes, but then, by the way, for a year i worked at the white theater and traveled all over the moscow region, by the way, i played. here they said a hare. yes, we played zaitsev there tiger cubs. it was a nightmare. just. well, very cool, i looked at the entire moscow region. all a village village, then i already got into a buff, in which i am very grateful, because i am 12 years old.

igor rasteryaev worked very well there, a rich theatrical life thank you listen to a song i would like to dedicate to the memory of a scout, a clothespin, who heroically caused fire on himself in the vvedensky gorge in the second chechen war of the summer at the end of the sun . but the heat doesn't have to scare us. we have seen higher temperatures, we are children from near volgograd you famously disperse from the hill out of habit khutorok subbotin .

we are one of those boys who, in soviet kindergartens, after a casserole pulled up shorts, having read books with a ballpoint pen, drew tanks, everything was fine, everything about the world sang, the olympic bear flew somewhere and no one knew that in fact new soldiers were born this year in this year those who later mountain gorges were born, drove marches to meet with those who could be a little bearded and slightly older, those who paid for someone else's meanness went under the bullet,

directly not to the court, damn it, turning into turning into pride in the blue plate of the village, the streets time painfully heals the death with him the thought will constantly disturb me. here the years go by. they are growing up. it's just yurka younger every day, but the time will come, i believe without looking back, and in the huge book of chronology in the year of the eightieth they will fall,

like bookmarks, blue plates, a symbol of the prokri generation. pancakes we openly need to live worthy it is necessary to live not gone. everything that was childhood from that moment immediately became the past. thank you, if you are a creative, ambitious young professional who is ready to prove by deed that you are the best profession, then take part in the national open soon. art masters championship of creative competencies is your way to the top of your art.

call fire on yourself flash premiere from monday 20:00 on ntv a tell me, are you one of the seven artists and, in principle, all artists are born. children who have to draw for some reason went to accordion. my grandfather always loved to sing, when a party was going on, i say, now yura

will come and start walking, and he would come right away. oh, guys. you started there baba shura danced, and he played all these songs. here are the artists. i, too, how to say e draw, by the way, uh, the second book will come out. this is the one i want to present in the form of a performance in st. petersburg, and there are more illustrations than text, i have been drawing it for years, i’ll probably say 17 years. and it will be some kind of one-man show, what is it, yes, something like that, in my opinion, you designed some of my clips, but three cartoons made. so one cartoon. this is yermak the second cartoon song about childhood and what i am especially proud of. because the plasticine cartoon about the battle of the ice has never done this, i am proud of it, because everything was molded in 3 weeks at the norm, as the cartoonist told me, 5 months. that is, we did not sleep, did not eat, we lived in this studio. i

still can't look at plasticine. by the way, my dad got involved. god grant health, that's actually blinded alexander nevsky teutons. well, i went according to my profile, sculpted rusichi, for some reason they all turned out. we look like drunks, then we are great. it flew in, from some for this cartoon, that we hurt the saints, who alexander nevsky, in my opinion, everything is fine there, with humor. and what else did you have in the intellectual professions, he worked at the theater, but worked as a porter, yes, two nights, more, to be honest, i couldn’t hold back, when a 40 kg box of argentine beef is flying from above at 3:00, you need to quickly respond. yes, so for 2 days almost i ate, but you know the jokes of the dockers, there are only two of them, just the first something. you're too peppy you need a banana. send. it happens every time and everyone laughs. yeah, well, bananas, as i understand it, these are the boxes

that, when you load, it’s somehow inconvenient to take them. these muscles seem to be quickly clogged. here, the second beware now with meat will kill. well if to death. and if it hurts, it’s also customary to laugh here, as if i’m also saying it. here you burst into the stirrup, they lower the rocker. this is what you are loading. this pallet is worth argentine beef such a man, that is. she has this voice that's dead because it's -18 there. and then + 20 ° was it so possible. so, and this is where you have to shout at the crane and then it all flies from above and then a man. you see that it has already taken off. and he screams, so be afraid. just run away like a cockroach, so that i understand why your first three songs were obscene, it was at that time. yes, yes, about. ladies and gentlemen to the

apartments igor rasteryaev and

we watch how the roads are torn apart. we

are russian frosts. moscow nature is at war, but there is time to be kept, and there is time to advance and soon we showed up in the enemy’s all circling around sawed up and brother tore on the way, spreading rubbish and finishing off explained with the help of enemies. remember the mysterious cosmic technique, when we retreat it is we forward, we go down together. russian

road russian road, i'm just a bastard, it doesn't matter to me, i'm going through life, i don't know where i'm in a zero shirt, but my soul is double crochet. i'm just young, i'm just fine. i'm going straight. better than me, a

truck without mud pushed my shoulder, and the driver is amazed by the money pulls stupid. i'm just fine, i'm just young. here, then they are good, restless on rubles. i'm here the song oru who candle the nightingale's heart with a gray beard, called the drunk. i'm just young. i'm just fine. the earth wakes up, the water goes to sleep, but i don’t know myself.

say popularity covered the street recognizes yes, not infrequently. usually without harmonica do you think only by the

instrument? well, on the instrument more often, right? when we shoot clips with lyokha on the streets, sometimes they fit. well, more often we come up, we need more from people than they need from us. well, that is, dancing to we have a truck planted something like a degree of popularity. this is a strange thing. i told this story 25 years ago at the market, an azeri stood there and saw me coming up. i'm short-haired, muzzle, tanned, says. you can ask you a question, of course, it's nice to live in moscow for a long time, brother. you didn’t have that, we didn’t either. my dad and i somehow went on tour, accordions, like that, that is, the police, like in the subway. if you want, immediately tense. yes, i'm walking, there are two. so the other young one is older, and so we pass. they are so it is necessary to see them off, but they don’t stop, and this elder says it’s sad. what kind of moldovans. i remember there was a story about the fact that you

lost your passport. you showed the policeman at the station the newspaper with your name. i, it was my birthday, it was 30 years old, i remembered it, and in the newspaper they printed volgograd, well, volgograd combiners and that's it. and here we are, volgograd. we went the next day, and for some reason i didn’t take my passport with me and i went to the station and only bought a newspaper. here and there is my physique, you know on the cover, here and i’m extremely taxiing, which means, well, i immediately apologize to the store there about such a document. oh, just like that, but the documents from the newspaper were good. i feel that after our program you stand more famous. thank you igor rasteryaev listen, i would like to dedicate the song to my grandmother's great-grandmother's hometown to all blockade survivors , it is called st. george's ribbon. the spring forest

is flying. i'm driving the leningrad train in front of me, the girls are sitting. with st. george's ribbon in a pigtail, today you can wear this ribbon on your bag it can be in the form of a brooch, but i remember very well, even without ribbons, how grandma did not throw out the crumbs. how much is too much. we hear those who, at the age of 10, ate mainly carpenter's glue, do not really believe, and time multiplies everything by zero, changes the generation, and now the war comes only with spring exacerbation , many are circling, as if their piece.

and outside the window the soldiers lie. and they grow new. come i ominous places where the man is. the main wealth of the bowels, where even their fighters lie one square meter across troy, there are steps everywhere, there

voices wonderful lights in the swamps, shadows. at night they sing to you, as if they are asking and want something, dig me out, brother. i am vershinin sanya, the fifth mortar god myself. i've seen a lot of incisions in the movies , and the soldiers of the holes, now listen. oh , it's clearer, so here they broadcast in the language of moans not home. you want to run away, but ahead they again flicker between the trees, dig me out soon, i beg you. again. i'm sergey varshannikov, originally from pskov , pass my address to the flat side of the eighteenth square of the black funnel.