in the yard, not under the monument to mayakovsky, but under the monument to leo tolstoy, who was sitting in the yard in 1953. you are a millionaire. tra-la-la-la. wow, me with bottles. thanks for sending. hello what do you think? hello, he will write something guys conjugation, and he began to read poetry new elements such a house listened to some kind of conversation professional video.

she is also a critic, as far as i know, she allowed herself some criticism of his address without her. i don't think my father would have written so much wrote. after all, i love you even more, it’s clear that this is a work about love and about love of some kind so high, and so on, but every time we

went on the machine and those who are in the hall, it doesn’t matter to whom these lines at the moment they are intended, because they understood that he was, he was sick, and he seemed to be like that. eh, the covenant gives. yes, he just asks his people to be happy in this life of your love to god jesus christ happiness your name he is popular not because he was read from the stadiums and not even because this is also paradoxical

thought not even because it was sung, robert rozhdestvensky's highest award is that his verses from a poem every may 9th are in a moment of silence. says remember, at what cost to your happiness, please about those who have never. sing remember to your children. tell about them so that children will remember their children. tell us about them, so that they also remember, yes, he was practically in the war, despite the fact that there were

two or three poems dedicated to the homeland, i was born in the village of kosikha in a rainy summer in altai, and then they moved to omsk, the war began. terrible, indeed, waiting for the postman. we were waiting for and were very afraid of the verpauna, there was a military doctor by profession, stanislav nikodimovich. petkevich, his own father, was called to the front when his father saw off his father. he

says, i fool told him not to return without the order. he never returned as a child. i experienced fear. as at home, i thought that they could kill my mother, she was at the front, this fear was always there, despite the fact that quite a lot of relatives remained in omsk and, in general, they were sent to an orphanage. then he went through the musical tuba school. that is, this is such a pipe that is put on a child and the child walks in the pipe there and blows it inflates your lungs in general , well done, although today i have learned to shoot properly for the tenth year and as soon as stalin orders the fascists to go on a campaign, it will not be one step at a time, 12

june forty-one. this poem was published in the regional newspaper, omskaya pravda. he sent me a newspaper. i said mommy. i donated to construction. baby tank bright boy bright boy, lord, i ask at least no need. with a gray cloud, you flew to your native home from here to your native duma , an orphanage, a child. this is very scary, his

mother was very offended when he said that i spent all my childhood in orphanages. well, how is it? well , what was it called? in a different way, or something, it will pour out, yes, this is your dear, as if they wanted to be silent right away, because, probably, it was very very difficult and his childhood memories were very difficult. and a very small briefcase, he received a small patch and one fine morning. you

what are you doing to him in the small window turned out to be water vending machines, boots, they gave him a small one and a small one very positive. and when he fell, ugly wrong. that's the kind of synthetics that go there all the earth didn't have enough marble to cut down a guy in full growth when he was already 14 years old. he received a letter from his mother. they stayed after the war. they lived in vienna and did not immediately return to work, and he received a letter that now you are no longer a robot, but robert stanislavovich pitkevich. what was the name of his father and robert ivanovich rozhdestvensky

completely without explanation, the situation is incomprehensible and there is no one to ask. well, there is no one to consult with, because the rest of the guys are generally without a father without a mother. and here, you see, his surname was changed and he was on fire; there were sorrows of a completely different plan. this real world he had to love, in spite of this. uh, quite such a gloomy start to life. he passionately, longed for love and radiated it himself. they were at the top of the musical olympus and then they turned out to be undeservedly forgotten, but everything can always be started first yes the hero of our show begins his new ascension to glory alone. you will insure them. by all means, we will insure them ascension forgive return season 3 premiere

tomorrow at 22:20 on ntv that's love. she hmm she krilyal, his e and in life and in work true love for his fellow tribesmen to his colleagues. he is absolutely great, uh, soviet poetry. on the autoboy, the sun shines together as a friendly family, completely semi-official on the one hand, but they acted like that. he was just lucky to be favored by the authorities. well, that is, he actually did it all, but from the heart did it. i don't see his verses as lies. i don't see that he did it, because so here we ordered you an anthem here, give us the soviet anthem.

he just lived like that, he felt like that, go ahead, think about it further. i do nothing for this. i just wrote what i wrote, what i believed in living people, there will always be someone to blame for something. a soviet person who lived in the soviet union loved his country sincerely understood , felt we lived in a certain way in a certain uh. match yes ideological there and many of us were, as tabakov said, but i am a sovereign man. i cannot, otherwise i am in the far. at the edges i hate or love from the big from the main i will not back down in a quarter. shoot, i won’t change the flag of the color of my blood, this faith, i sacredly keep

9,000 difficult days, all that’s left with our life is, uh, that time the komsomol members built, they built and atamashi kamaz and space and you know, therefore, if robert wrote a song. come to samotlor which i sang most of the guys, let's go now the tenth grade will go build. uh, some city in the far east , komsomolsk-on-amur. well, who's going now? yes, in general, take any date, the flight of a person is deliciously christmas, please, the olympics are sports games, please, i was for some time when i was completely small and stupid, and when i went to the first class. i believe that the father is a parasite, because all the children's fathers go to work in the morning and return in the evening. he sits at home, therefore, and we have this soviet upbringing, everyone should work. everyone owes something to someone, here

so i was surprised, but then i realized that it was not in vain that i was sitting. sign up in your office. no wonder he scribbles. my dad is big. i have it, i can’t calmly lift it, i’m walking farther and farther , someday i will also become as big as the sky. maybe even like a dad. well, when i was little, i saw how daddy couldn't get through. just past mom, not touching her, not kissing her, not burying her nose in her neck. they could stand like that. i boxed. on them it seemed to me that they were just under the ceiling above the sky very often we stood like dad spoke like horses, putting his head on each other's shoulders, and that was real happiness. we saw this couple for the first time, and i

suddenly somehow pinched myself and said, really, the same robert, i didn’t imagine that someday i would go to the house and i would be robert ivanovich called roma ah, alla borisovka kireeva , or somehow they never kept it. this is your family privilege. the territory should be your authorship , too, perhaps, i have never seen such a family at all. they all loved each other so much. well we had some kind of family note drinks, there is my grandmother's to dad there is a scarf. if you wake up before me, wake me up and cook some porridge for you. eh, you can imagine the little things, now from the mother-in-law it turns out such a record, of course, very strange, there has never been a cat. and

zaya, there is none. never happens. quite different sometimes when ivanovich joked like that, what is there? well, because what he wrote, how it is, he enlightened her, and so they looked at each other, looked at each other. yes, god was here to be done, that here is a great feeling between these. today there is a comic poem that hints at the fact that everything could be different in this life, that there were temptations well, two tipsy people, they are returning from some party where there are no women, by the way, they are there for two, in my opinion, they figured out returning to their wives, yes, the goddesses of the local flood, but the goddess. knows the governor,

dad mom was never jealous, because well, there was never any reason, and with father's concerts, performances with notes from the audience with phone numbers were. well, the kilogram, probably, there was nothing specific, but she had a feeling that it was different to be silent. let him know. well, the fact that he was sure of one woman in all, it’s horror to show itself by the fact that let’s get divorced, there and so on. i can't take you anymore . imagine what it was such a level of understanding. i honestly haven't seen much. it was time. uh, you

understand some real universal. this peak and he starts to beat, and he starts to beat the first person of the state. they left comrade rozhdestvensky, in the course of your conversation , the most important questions of the development of literature and the task of the artistic intelligentsia in the struggle for a new upsurge in the art of socialist realism were discussed. it was not necessary for khrushchev at all, to be honest, to arrange this dispersal, because just the most innocent got hit. we create never give enemies pain never never. you can say that now there is no thaw and no troubles. it is so that from them there will be the most severe frosts. just believing then that's up testimonies, and i would believers much to

supper. that's how that's how it is in general, that's the future of the battle flag of the sixties. he was removed by force from those sixties. it's all in your head. this is the best tone in general, which a generation and a generation of soviet people could educate. look for what you understand to kyrgyzstan there, yes, its a long time . in general, for a long time in some kind of deafness, not a motive of some kind, we voluntarily exiled the exile. he spends several years. he believed in communism absolutely unconditionally, the party in the red banner i have poems. then he has verses of disappointment. and i wrote with joy, shaleya about how the wisdom of the mausoleum is looking at us leaders of a special order. i knew little. and it helped me to doubt vera did not

try. poems have passed and the shame for them remains returns somehow not very loudly. yes, somehow solzhenitsyn returned to russia and that, he actually sees, he sees a monstrous distortion of human nature. he yearns for a man, he writes poems in which it is clear that the humanistic faith is looking at him. already just somewhere in the abyss it was everything in the soul is tired back. i just opened randomly typed in google christmas verses and just the second verse is a cross. i read because

well, at least i can say exactly for creativity, for sure. this is generally about people, well, about myself for sure. on earth, like my cross lonely , surprised and quiet, the griefs of a completely non-soviet person were not supposed to suffer from the fact that he would start some kind of cross - this is generally a bad image for a soviet person, a negative cross - this is excuse me, priests legs, it is for the people , a he nevertheless uses it, yes, with such force. no, tired. it's not even harder without him. so

he was so different, for me he is so different. christmas call me call. voice the way you want. i hear. he wrote quite such a cumbersome big chorus in this song, and i'm just not very hard. this is again by the author. i'm working to adapt, well felt that the song turned out. here she is. i brought it to her. it came home, sat down at the piano to him, and sat down at the piano played great. well, it seems to work out. i am

say robert didn't you notice it didn't have the chorus you wrote, it's a big big chorus from him. i left only one line. call me called. did not notice says, well, to hell with it. one of the first clips in general in our history in this film for the song. call me then it has been broadcast millions of times on all television channels. just like a clip. it was amazing even breakthrough all the presentation it is very musical. well, it was before coloring, let's say. here i can read it. i never do this i didn’t, i read it, he was red, as a joke from ryzhikov on an orange snow, his mother was cheerful, she said too much the night was, you know, that’s all,

please, a good idea. by the way i have to do this rap. and i once broke down on the mezzanine found. there is a very beautiful vintage accordion asked what it is and dad took it and started playing it perfectly. like at a concert for the first time, i just opened my mouth and went crazy. therefore, after getting some years at a music school. he felt the music very well, he felt, well music program, then i think that this is what helped in my dumbness. even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave. then they will go to the ground, i will not go to the ground, but the autumn apple trees will go to the song, the stars will meet and fall into the grass, and while on earth there will be songs in every song. i again

don't know what's wrong with me, this is the life of a song. it's very important that she live, so you can check. she passed the test of time or not. she entered the hearts and souls of today's people left. call me call the criteria that the songs succeeded if the drunkards sing, one day i was walking on the arbat and stood drunk. so he

was holding a hat with a briefcase in one hand with the other hand, and he was worried, or what? and he sang call me, well, call me, well, at least someday call me. so i mean, i think that to know everything, many of the creations of rozhdestvensky, as i like to say , went into the cult films of the 20th century the crown of the russian empire. there, all the songs sound in words about this in general little. who knows, it turns out.

it’s hard for me, it turns out that he wrote this romance specially for her on the verses of robert christmas more than 600 poems written in song with the height of the time will come. you yourself will understand, probably, the huge army of composers-performers propped up in no way, because these words were worth it and he played accompanied

magomayev , like he knew well. we always had lotteries when there were guests, he stole a few of these buttons from his grandmother, which means he wrote a gift. here's a little one, sew it on your panties, in general, he was a rather closed person, but behind great humor, while, uh, he had a wonderful friend, by the way, from the beauties of the lithuanian graphic art on the kursk spit, and there is a border strip. and here are two zdorov healthy men frying kebabs there. there's something else they do with a helicopter.

border guards, could not understand. you know who these boys decided to pick up pebbles and lay out a huge word of assholes so that the border guards would understand that they are russian normal people. why wasn't there a speaker? and you told me he came from abroad. and although there gathered from the company that he told how there, where they hung at the table. well, chatter began, and he sat with everyone. and so the evening sat and said nothing. he could be silent and it was good with him. he, his mere presence was something amazing for us, and not only for us, for the whole company, 50-60 people could come to them. roshal is still famous, then he asked at the window to the windowsill, because there was no room. imagine the level of these people. this is the most

famous most famous composers, and favorite everyone offended the feldsman, yan frenkie and natasha, and the brain, my dad and i were in moscow so hard they came all this time, that they were in moscow, we had smoke, a temple of tails, there and so on. to sit with the child . guys, it’s great if i have the details with a

hint that i don’t forget after giving birth, which means we were contacted by such swords, then there weren’t. this is such a beauty, because when robert and i went in for sports, we played football, which means that a tin can is not empty balls. it's hard to be friends, it's hard to be friends. well, he coped very well with such a real person. he is the only one who supported volodya vysotsky , allowing him to give this book a nerve. but in general

, my father died 42.5 years without seeing. uh, not well , i printed one line of my own in russia at that moment it was. it was very difficult. and it was impossible. and this made rozhdestvensky has long become a part of our lives. our body is a part of our culture, and my father was more in such more friendly relations with voznesensky, rather close relations with yevtushenko, but for such a work was capable of rozhdestvensky a. they didn't take it for her. today, on the asphalt of money, dedicated to alexander borisovich gradsky on the birthday of alexander gradsky, borisovich, of course, threw a completely different

format of music into our fragile brain, there is an opinion that alexander borisovich gradsky is the father of our lesson in her serious magic, a wise, cheerful real person. i really miss. the apartment at margulis is dedicated to alexander gradsky. alexander gratsky, quietly fly, cobweb threads can not. i read, especially eyes. the sun burns on the window glass. i did something wrong. sorry, i lived for the first time on this earth her only now.

at hand everything coincided coincided and perestroika coincided and robert ivanovich's illness all coincided, he thought not in the best way, he began to die with every salvo when they hit the white house. he believed, like a child, he survived all the worst years of the nineties, he survived the oblivion that we

all experienced outside the window, zarya, like a red-yellow, i’m not writing for scream, could you go out from her to yourself to yourself to yourself no one else again, because they lies, i will put bandages, where it burns souls more strongly, i will put bandages. i laugh at myself, maybe the pain will go away, maybe the pain will subside from the burnt trembling soul. oh what a long life. he did what is a sore point for me, he left a mark on the whole thing. so sorry, even though you lived for the first time on this earth. family has always been

such a support without any exaggeration. is that blood? come on, show me. i had one little trouble, after which i began to respect the family even more, because it’s good at least this disease was confirmed that there is still a brain, if

read the last poems of robert they are all about love they are all appeals of love about memory about tenderness about the most beautiful person. how many years have passed 27 years since he left, but still i feel that there is still standing next to me

behind my left shoulder, like a guardian angel. you don’t realize what size robert was, but i don’t realize this for sure, because i’m reviewing some of these very videos, where he performs poetry in the open. well, youtube is there and i just get goosebumps later guys. wow , when my father left, i realized that absolutely you can't relax. if you want your father to be remembered, giant daily work of memory compiling new collections of poems, these are concerts.

we even began to allow some quotes from my father to be used in advertisements, because they are becoming commonplace. they go to the people of people are interested in what it is someone's poems, including children. we are left with wonderful poetry, which everyone knows loves to sing like tears. these people are great people. they don't die. they live in our memory and in our hearts. it will crash on an empty city, the plane of love in the village of kosikha, where the moose river flows, these hundred- meter birches, i have never seen such a

height of such beauty anywhere, dad, apparently, they conceived it here, this is called the yar of love. russian altai. land beautiful talent, good hospitality and quarreled. you people would be enough already christmas shukshin but we also know these pancho misha evdokim and many, many other people. it really matters where you are born. here is your three nourished and made them what they have become. robert is missing. now. now russia is missing. roberta he was a very big big man with a big soul big heart and i want to face all the hardships that

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today we have a housekeeper dedicated to alexander borisovich gradsky. alexander gratsky, but this is a great singer. great musician. it’s like i don’t know important people who can take on the songs he wrote, because it feels like sasha mocked the artists who would come to sing his songs, because it’s insanely difficult. well, on next song i want to pull out. in general, for me,

alexander borisovich, his music, his songs and his vocals are top notch. yes, after someone to perform. something is difficult. and after gradsky, this is probably impossible, so i will try to perform as elfimov does, because gradsky cannot be repeated, no matter how much we would like to. where did you remember, do you know? i hooked him somewhere on some tour many years ago, the door to the hotel room is open, he listens, in my opinion, queen like this, swaying in some kind of chair vocal parts. he mutters something to himself and has a good conversation. by itself, no one is standing next to me.

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i fought in petya's apartment. he's a normal person, he has a lot of all kinds of regalia, but i want to ask a question. here's how you associate professors, in principle, an educated person to a serious artist to sing gradsky's songs for me sashka is such a pure

martian well, i'm probably the same martian, because for me his music is not something else. i am a musician. i'm a rock 'n' roller. i adore his album, which he wrote for the movie of them castle in his crazy world, cosmic. well, i'm the same in general, a good advertisement for a professor, yes, everyone learns. i want to present with great pleasure now the son of alexander gradsky, daniil alexandrovich gradsky, of course, daniil alexandrovich, i will not call him, because i know practically him birthday, as it was for me. danka so danka remained. many years ago i talked with valera todorovsky valery does not really like to remember his own, but his childhood years, when, therefore, he was sent somewhere to sleep. he slept uncomfortably, because

drunk beautiful actors and an actress occupied all the children's seats. did you have the same childhood or not? no, no, i participated in an adult party exactly until the moment when i had to go to bed, that is, there are no such childish contraindications against these here, but the word is unpleasant forbidden drunken partying. you do not was. the main thing is not to participate. no, it was too early for you, but thank god that there are such children. we have time to invite another soloist.

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