this truly immortal song on the stage, people's artist of russia sergey shakurov sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers. from the bloody fields that did not come. not into the ground. sometime they got down. they turned into white cranes. they are from the time of those far and sadness

looking into the heavens. flies across the sky, wedge is tired. flies in the fog at the end of the day. and in that formation there is a small gap. maybe this is the place for me. the day will come from the crane flock, and i will try all of

you. sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers. those who didn't come from the bloody ones. not in our land the field is great. and

turned white. cranes people's artist of russia sergei shakurov military dynasties are the pride of our army. here is one of such dynasties today, in our hall, young suvorovite andrey yarovoy, a ninth grade student, his father, colonel of the signal corps dmitry vladimirovich yarovoy and grandfather andrei anatolyevich petrov, a

retired colonel, served in the far east in the southern group of forces and the moscow military district. and on the screen are four great-grandfathers of our young suvorov. georgy timofeevich komarov artilleryman at the front of the forty- first year albin stanislavovich morozovsky sniper foreman left to fight, 43 vladimir nikolaevich yarovoy served at airfields based on danik bombers nikolai petrovich yarovoy served at the front as a senior train driver as a gift. to all our glorious military dynasties, another very beloved and truly folk song, the famous symbol of love and loyalty for all time blue handkerchief on the stage, people's artist of our country valeria and

the state dance theater, gzhel you saw off and promised the blue handkerchief of animals. and even if it’s not with me, today, my beloved, i know, with love. you hide a blue scarf to the headboard. i receive your letters. i am a native voice and between the lines blue handkerchief. it rises before me and i am not

happy to dream. little fool infrequently curls in handkerchiefs blue nights sparks of a girl's eye how many cherished handkerchiefs we wear and in our hearts we remember the joy of meeting with us in the war country behind her dear beloved desires? these are scribbled by a machine gunner from the blue dots that were on the shoulders of the dear ones.

khykh such scribbles machine gunner behind a blue handkerchief, so that it is on the shoulders of dear ones. remember the great words of one of the heroes of the film officers there is such a profession to defend the homeland. at all times, people's memory forever remain those who, not sparing life itself,

defended the freedom and independence of our motherland, a real hero dedicates his song to them, people's artist of russia grigory leps thank you guys. i remember, it was quiet, sitting by the grave, men and men are talking, they remember, every minute everything about how in an instant without warning in the morning

blood and stumbled on the border. and but without the moon in black kali, they will dream about it all their lives later.

stand on high with you. enemy, what could my sacred life be without you? they tell us to live. in the dark light of the eternal

flame, the terrible moments of disobedience of the generation, we must remember them exactly one morning, if necessary, we could always. roll further we are

with you. it's on all of us. always always. to be near

the gate, that i could be perfect to live? depend on us to live. thank you katyusha will sound in our concert now

its melody is known and sung all over the world by the people's artist of russia larisa dolina and the legendary katyusha katyusha on the high bank on the steep there was a song started about the steppe pre-trial detention center varl, about the one

whom she loved in ryadovaya and took care of the letters betrayed loved the right, looked after my and you song song girlish you follow the clear sun trace for borders katyuzhit and gave you thank you listen say hello. let him remember a simple girl. let him hear her sing. may he protect his native land for love. katyusha will save her family

hallelujah lord horror tint. pears floated fogs over the river a kachushka came ashore. a high bank on a steep

one. now we will hear one of the songs of vladimir vysotsky, this song is about those who fought for their homeland from those who did not return from the battle. we will always remember. how these heroes saved their descendants saved us and you saved from the brown

plague from the dark fascist forces from the damned horde of nazis of all stripes, they fought for a world without nazism on stage people's artist of russia sergey bezrukov why is everything wrong? everything seems to be the same as always. the same sky is blue again, the same forest, the same air and even water. only he did not return from the battle. the same forest, the same air. and it's just water. did not

return from the battle. i don't understand now. which one of us was right? our disputes without sleep and peace, i did not podpyat him only now, when he did not return from the battle. i didn’t, i missed him only now, when he didn’t return from the battle. he was silent at random and sang along in the wrong way. he always talked about something else, he didn’t let me sleep. he got up with the sunrise yesterday i did not return from the battle. he makes me sleep

didn't give. he got up yesterday i did not return from the battle that is empty now. not about that, the conversation suddenly noticed. i was two of us, for me it was like a fire was blown out by the wind when he did not return from the battle for me here the fire was blown out by the wind when he did not return from the battle. today spring broke out as if from captivity, i called out to him, friend, leave a smoke.

did not return from the battle friend leave a smoke. silence he did not return from the battle yesterday. our dead will leave our fallen in trouble, as sentries reflect the sky in the forest, as in the water and the trees stand blue. for the sky in the forest, as in water, and the trees are blue. and we had enough space in the dugout for us, and time flowed

for both of us. everything is now alone. it just seems to be me . did not return from the battle. everything now only seems to me that i did not return from the battle. our country won the great patriotic war also because people of different nationalities and languages ​​united for a common goal. and the goal was one to defeat and destroy the enemy, so during the war songs were heard in

various languages ​​​​of the peoples of the entire soviet union and these songs were perceived by everyone as their own in our holiday concert. taisiya povaliy oh, you call me to see off and rushna to embroider.

our happiness gave and on the road. you call me pravonaruzhala and the ears are embroidered. she gave our parts to share. hai on it the dew flowers have one and we are the germs of yours too.

inotirushechku and

the world for love and for hope that you are god, we all know, and you separate your materriska love. o taisiya povaliy thank you and another wonderful army dynasty is in our hall today suvorovets. valery lutsai, his father is a colonel

andrey valeryevich is a lutsai and grandfather colonel of the reserve valery grigorievich is a lutsai. the great-grandmother of our suvorov vermakarn, kissel was awarded a medal for the defense of kiev. she hid the banner of the regiment during the nazi occupation and after the liberation. kiev vermakarna, returned this banner to the soldiers of the red army for the defenders of the motherland of all generations, our next song on the stage of the people is the artist of russia stas mikhailovka , lives go away, i look at the sun

of failed fathers for those who went to the last battle for those who did not return home for unborn children for the tears of our motives i owe myself. i must become. i wheeze, but i get up. i'm dying,

but i'm alive, our commander screams, fire grenade throw not to die order without the sky, you need to know, i need to stand up for those youths and accomplished fathers went to the last battle. for her, returning home for the tears of our models. hey i must become i must. to become

not to die the order of the forest of the sky i have to surrender, those youths of failed fathers. i must stand. me too.