the second world war that we are so cool, and we were banned there following the results of the first world war, and this is the second and third, and even spit in our own garden. we can't either, and that's why we want to. revenge and it was on this that the people who came to power in the thirty-third year played and led them to the whole. e , as they say, but all together, as they say, and capturing, then capturing almost all of europe, all of europe, and we'll see who is involved in all these exercises. well let 's see, nothing has changed. time goes by everything exactly the same thing, but at the same time, instead of and there, i don’t know how to stop somehow and understand that time has changed anyway, at least from the point of view that the weapon is already now another weapon is different, which can simply lead to a global disaster. even this simple thing belongs to the president of our president, that is, the person who can use these nuclear weapons. he has to explain and chew there an infinite number of times.

explain again chew and again explain and again the horn. this is, of course, amazing thing. and what is happening in ukraine is all accompanying processes. if it were not for ukraine, i am sure that at this rate, they would have come up with something else in order to try to do today what they did not succeed then and then. that's why it seems so to me. that 's why japan flew there and participates in all these exercises. yes, and sweden surprises and sweden surprises, at least they could remember about their charles the twelfth, who at the age of 18 was sitting in bandera or where he was sitting anyway before sweden and did not get for a second. after peter i broke his back, and they couldn’t lure him to sweden, they just didn’t send messengers and my sister was crying. and through these messengers she sent him a letter and said, come back at last, because something terrible is happening in the country. he says, i don't want to go to your sweden. here, take my boot, it will rule instead of me, but even this is sweden itself, which all the time believed that

the main achievement of sweden in general is that it lost this battle of poltava. in as a result of which it became a neutral state. suddenly, sweden forgets everything and starts a completely different game. that's what is strange met a week later in this studio and remember that all participants in our program have their own truth. we will always get to the bottom of the truth. the colonel of the russian army, the poet fyodor nikolaevich glinka, was born near smolensk in the village of sutoki, dukhovitsky district. now the village is called savino on july 8, 1786,

235 years since the birth this year , the audience will immediately say something different. oh well, some old some kind of green, i don't know who it is, wait, don't switch. in 24 minutes, which you still spend on some nonsense on other channels, i will tell you about russian poets, who were russian soldiers at the same time, and at the same time fought incessantly, and poetry by the way. this is the soul of the people. it creates the national spirit. she builds a speech. it gives us the concept and representation without even knowing this fact. we are from russian poetry. well, the simplest example in 1825, fedor, glinka, which most of us you most likely don't really remember. or confused with the composer mikhail ivanovich, glinka wrote a landmark poem, a dream of a russian in a foreign land, remarkable in itself, the lyrical hero

falling asleep and seeing the village pictures cherished by the russian side, but besides, it contains lines that have become hardly the most famous glinka rushes a daring troika in kazan the road from stolbovaya and the bell bell gift . valdai is buzzing, swaying under an arc. it was the first troika in russian poetry and all subsequent troikas. and they are enough for a whole an anthology grew out of this poem, then all these in the peter and paul fortress. yes, yes, fyodor glinka had such a glinka compose another poem, you can’t hear the noise of the city’s zanev towers, silence, and the midnight moon burns on the bayonets at the sentinel. yes, and it also became a folk song. she, too , has been sung for 200 years, because such a person talks, then we will continue fedor gli. he was the third son of his parents, he was sick and was constantly in good health, he was not very good, he had a rash and a cold of a fever himself, then he confessed, that cling to everything, known to not very well-known medicine infection. now this would

be hidden from any kind of service, and on the contrary, he was allowed to go through the military line in 1802 . glinka graduated from the cadet corps and was sent as an ensign of the 81st apsheron infantry regiment . on july 4, 1805, emperor alexander the first adopted a plan for the war with france, russian troops. we crossed the austrian border. fedor wrote to his brother sergei. the soldiers were cheerful on their faces. they were portrayed as grief. if you know kind friend affection russians to their fatherland, and therefore you can judge with what feeling they crossed the borders of their empire in all the regiments they sang songs. they were drawn out and ivana's zones seemed to pour out heartfelt sadness into them. heroes this is the last tribute to the fatherly side, we go to help the austrians to keep friendship with neighbors, help neighbors and protect the downtrodden, it was a sacred custom

of russia, the first battles with the participation of a young adjutant happened on october 24, omshtetton. and so he tells the french bombarded us with buckshot from many of their batteries, our regiment, fighting desperately. obviously, many officers disappeared and many were wounded after bandaging their wounds. they returned to battle. finally, by the evening, general ulanius was hierami, and general doctor with his column was hit on rejection from the rear, and he was all partly sunk , partly taken into a blanket for 5 years, fyodor glinka would write later. i see how the stormy waves of his brigade are now on the danube, there were murders and blood full on them, menacing armor, and for the sake of the stormy skies over them the skies were burning and everything was in the war and mercedan there the ghost of death hovered over the young man and my cloudless dawn and young life in the morning of early years barely.

i didn’t say goodbye in the storms, but the memory is dear to me about the battle life, when i sang a lyre for the brave, building not the sweetness of sluggish peace, but the charm of the fateful battle on september 2, 1911, the future fyodor glinka in kiev becomes brighter than the passage of a huge comet. what she writes about in a letter the next day, she is revered as a harbinger of great upheavals - bloody wars. if you raise up from the west, then the brothers will be unheard of terribly. and so it happened in 1812, the year has come. first he is a war, as glinka writes in his autobiography general miloradovich, who gathered troops in kaluga with his own handwritten letter on a courier relay race. called him to the service on august 7 , fedor writes. i'm sorry my dear. the homeland of the people's war hour by hour appears in a new brilliance. it seems that the burning villages are burning out

the fire of vengeance in the inhabitants of a thousand villagers, hiding in the forests and turning the sickles of the scythe into a defensive weapon. without art. with one courage they repulse the villains. even the women are fighting, bandaging many of the wounded, one fourteen-year-old boy, who had a shot through his leg, walked on foot and did not complain two young peasant girls were wounded in the hand, one rushed to help her grandfather and was shot, and the other killed a frenchman who had wounded her mother during the retreat from the french army. first , hunger began, and then glinka remembered believing and cannibalism in that terrible winter, a frenchman eating a hot brain from the head of a just killed man, this frenchman at the sight of a russian officer. suddenly he crept up and in french take me, i can be useful to russia, what can you ask, glinka restrains nausea, i can bring up children calmly and with dignity answered

the frenchman this picture of opponents. glinka called frostbites and napoleons. well, well, russia in those days, we will not hide it, suffered from its usual illness, somewhat bowing to the west, yes, yes, and so on, as now, as in recent soviet times, our elites were sure that we still had little people here , the backward ones are not trine anywhere, and they should have learned from enlightened nations from the french, for example, and now glinka, mocking from campaigns in pursuit of the retreating french, actually writes, if you really need the french, then instead of writing them out for expensive money. please send more here. here, take it as a gift. they can be caught easier than crayfish. show me a piece of bread and a whole column with manesh.

how many good cooks are musicians and greats special for the lady, who will tell them by heart all the monto as friends, house and teacher oh, oh, life, our hard one and the same thing the same thing on december 25 , a manifesto was issued on the end of the war for repeatedly military prowess glinka was awarded the order of vladimir fourth degree with a golden sword with an inscription for courage and the order of st. anna ii degree glinka met the new year. grodno on new year's eve and he will write in his diary. well, all weapons. god judged him against russia, so that we were wounded , but he protected us from destruction, russia retreated to the oka and , with the wife of its inherent strength, and its immensity parted again to the nemon, its region became a strange coffin to the unfortunate enemies of his land, the russian savior of his land shook laurels, on its snows and unfolded his banners on strangers

within, amazed europe with tears and mourning, covered, looking at the sky, involuntarily exclaims the great god of the russian land on the first day of the new year, russian troops crossed the border of warsaw following the war, a serious part of poland, as if admonition to the poles for the war against us, as part of the napoleonic troops, joins russia war. glinka will end in paris , usually the russians will end another war in some european capital or in several at once in the fate of glinka if trouble happened on any day at any moment. he changed into a military uniform and was ready to become a real russian poet under arms. in short, not like some others today, and finally, lermontov was a genius from childhood. he had a fondness for everything military and sculpted terrible wax pictures

of the battle among the games he especially liked the military, of course, and now that the european kindergarten. i would have already returned to my parents without finishing the course. at the moscow university lermontov in 1832 entered the junior school in st. petersburg in november of the thirty-fourth year, lermontov was released by carnet in the lipguards hussar regiment, present in tsarskoe selo hussars carried guard duty in the palace, participated in court festivities and ceremonies explaining the reasons that prompted him to enter the military path lermontov was written in st. petersburg by maria lopukhina. since then, i have lived for a literary career so many sacrifices brought my ungrateful idol to this career and now i am a warrior to be. maybe this is a special will of conduct to be. maybe this is the shortest way if he does not lead me to my first goal , maybe lead to the last goal of all that exists, to die with a bullet in her chest - this is

better than the slow agony of an old man, and therefore if there is a war, i swear to god i will always be ahead for death verses. tsar nikolai ordered pushkin's carnet lermontov to be transferred to the dragoon regiment in the caucasus march of the thirty -seventh year, the poet left st. petersburg, this was his first appearance in the caucasus later. from the guard and moreover, his cavalryman was sent to the infantry this time. well, infantry, so infantry and stavropol in june. sotserkovy year lermontov reports in a letter to a friend. tomorrow i 'm going to the active detachment on the left flank in chechnya to take the prophet shamil, whom i hope i won't take. and if they take it, i will try to send it to you in parcels. this, of course, did not come true. a long 19 years passed before the great shamil was captured by lermontov's comrade in the cadet school, prince alexander ivanovich buryatinsky, nevertheless, in july of the fortieth

years lermontov as part of the so-called chechen detachment of general golovifeev. entered his first serious military expedition, lermontov then wrote lopukhin. maybe someday i will plant his fireplaces, i will tell you long works. night skirmishes, tiring skirmishes are all pictures of military life, which i witnessed about the same classic poem by lermontov valeria suddenly burst into volley. we look in rows, that the needs of the local regiments will be experienced by the people. and the bayonets more amicably sounded behind us, the blood caught fire in the chest, all the officers, ahead on horseback, rushed to the rubble, who did not have time to jump off his horse, hurray and fell silent. there, daggers in the butts and went massacre and 2 hours in the jets of the stream the battle lasted brutally cut. as the beasts silently with breasts breasts creek bodies zapolodi wanted water. i

scooped out noah's battle weary me, but the muddy wave was warm. krasna fought like that and so on. face to face. horror of iron nerves. it should have been in official reports. and lermontov viscana, officer, this, in spite of any dangers, carried out the assignments entrusted to him with excellent courage and composure from the first ranks of the bravest soldiers broke into enemy rubble on january 14, 1841. lermontov went on vacation to st. petersburg the capital learned. that he was once again deleted from the presentation for awards from the final presentation for 1840, nicholas i deleted him himself, but this became known only after the death of lermontov lermontov died in a duel about this duel. we 'll talk another time, you can list ruta from the tyrants of that era that someone fought, maybe he considers it necessary to note here that

then it was simply customary for young people to go along the military line to complete your compulsory military service for the nobility , catherine the great abolished even you seriously think that people, by virtue of tradition, went to their death no, most of the higher named could never serve. on the contrary, they had the opportunity to simply live on their estates incessantly, talking about the good of mankind and humanism , just as a participant in foreign campaigns could stay away. in the thirteenth of the fourteenth year, the carnet of the belarusian state of the regiment according to this ivan petrovich mint and another poet. and not abramovich baratynsky for 5 years, who served in finland, recently recaptured by the russians, and even the creator of the dictionary of the great russian language , vladimir ivanovich dal fire, not a single life, probably, it’s worth

stopping for now, because there will be too many names dozens of names and what names that was in every sense the golden age, the age that gave us that russia in which we live all day before us is literature, where every 3 years another officer was born. it was precisely that kind of literature that was truly humanistic, full of heartfelt sons of love for the fatherland, because you love when you work , you suffer in the name of this love, when not only you are owed, but you must. songs we know and remember, but the biography of evgeny dolmatovsky is bright, tragic, amazing , we know not quite and among other things the popular glory of the songs on his poems, with which few could compete, washes down his

enormous poetic skill. after all, he was not always, but very often, especially in his youth, an excellent and highest level poet , whom exactly what you need to read, and not just listen and know what was behind each of his lines , and there was life. ninth year, roaming from war to war in the first place military poet war. his main theme, he has not dozens, but hundreds of military poems, along with this. the main thing is that his intonation is not militaristic, not a hat, captivating, but confessional human almost irical there is something symbolic in the fact that dolmatovsky was, if i may say so, for the second time and has already died. telno was wounded in the fall of 1993, when his soviet motherland of the tolmatov shibla-machine finally perished near the literary institute, which he graduated in the thirty-seventh and in which he taught for many years, and there moved at the head of his

fragment, received in the domestic dumatov, died on september 10, 1994 of the year. the slippery square of the constellation stations, how many times i said goodbye to you when leaving, how many times i went out onto the asphalt, red-hot, like a place of rendezvous for the first time in love with a well-engineer, their business is simple in leningrad today, and tomorrow in rostov i am familiar with a long journey in a different way, when i leave, i’m so drawn to a forgotten house, and as soon as they come to the expensive threshold, there’s nothing to be done , parting and meeting are pulling on the road, two main parts that will someday make happiness, sometimes i specially walk along the arbat, i know that he is there

lived and trying to look out for his young figure. the main testament of his life is fidelity to fate, the fate of the russian soldier and all those who are brought up. to them, the ideal of courage honors the almost unprecedented loss of times of fidelity to a contract soldier. you should know this when entering the military service, you get a number and a year and guarantees, but there is something that has no price. to be shoulder to shoulder with your comrades to defend your family and homeland to fight for a just cause to gain new knowledge and skills to become stronger, join yours. it is the national genius of sergei that is dear to many who

yesenin wants to deal with some kind of his own yesenin, who reflects our views and beliefs in any difficult situation. you can always threaten who is on us with yesenin. we still have to deal with a person who has said everything about himself, and not whom we want to imagine and think before. at first, yesenin was taught so by the soviet poet, he sang the internationale on november 7 and vladimir ilyich lenin with the bohemian broke very quickly with christian prejudices , he also broke looking for shelters and families, but a little got confused in his personal life and a little confused at the sight of socialist construction, then they began to teach. so, a peasant poet, an anti-soviet, a little confused christian, horrified by socialist construction, and for silvia and the people. he could tell, but he was hunted down by the adversary bolsheviks, both of these things not exactly yesenin, and here and there there are

elements of truth. but in general, this is a carefully grown homunculus. it can be painted under yesenin and let into the world, people will learn to be surprised, look, our seryoga is coming. and this is not he yesenin sacrificed himself to the magic russian word in this we see a bright feat. no matter how doubtful our statements may seem from the point of view of the christian canon to ourselves. maybe something is not like in the yesenia with which we are dealing, but what is what is. who in the end asks whether we like something or not, so, in order , the unconditional philology of the soviet era , which placed yesenin in its sessions, as one of the most prominent soviet poets and founders of soviet poetry, along with blok and mayakovsky, had more for this, than good reasons in terms of volume, nothing comparable to the section. there is no soviet yesenin in his legacy, the revolutionary yesenin cycle, when recounting the lines, turns out

to be many times larger than the peasant tavern or persian . soviet power was his personal and huge bet. through your whole life. we will have to admit that yesenin was no less a soviet poet, but more than the late pushkin of the monarchists, another question is that he was far from being only a soviet poet. however, yesenin's revolution was not at all for opportunistic reasons. as it is sometimes suggested, but preparing himself for this event, he called and predicted it at the end of 1917, in response to the october revolution, yesenin wrote a poem about faith. i believe happiness is ringing, ringing golden russia, worry irrepressible wind. blessed is the one who marked your shepherd's sadness with joy, ring ring , i love golden russia. i am a robot exuberant. here and on the wave of star

radiance, blessed suffering, blessing the people i love. i am the murmur of the violent water. in the first half of the eighteenth year. a different laika of locales over formidable russia. it is the walls of the kremlin that are crying now at their peak. starry uplifting is your land. then, too, in the eighteenth appears furiously. the anti-bioguard heavenly drum, a little poem, the stars pour like leaves into the rivers, in our fields. long live the revolution on earth and in heaven. everyone is waiting. it’s clear that it’s true, but the final revolution in yesenin’s worldview happened after he traveled abroad for a year and a half in germany, france, italy, belgium and usa outside of soviet russia yesenin realized that the public reading poetry is in such numbers only in russia during the months in his life in the usa, dozens of newspapers published his photographs. hundreds of news of these scandals

that he and his girlfriend and wife isadora duncan the great dancer arranged none. listen, not a single american publication even thought to translate at least 1 quatrain of yesenin's poems, at least a line from his poems to americans and for nothing. it was not necessary for germany was practically. the same history in france yesenin managed to publish one book and make one author's evenings for the french public. in any case, that's all. there was no comparison with yesenin 's jamming popularity, when yesenin gathered huge halls throughout the country during the years of the civil war, and after it he published and sold tens of thousands of copies of his poetry books. well, not only this, of course, so strongly influenced yesenin sambourgeois, aimed at, as they would say today, the consumption of a continuous foxtrot order of life.