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Understanding 9/11tv Po sekretu vsemu svetu RUSSIA1 November 4, 2023 8:35am-9:01am MSK
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[000:00:00;00] i came to the top, to the high, to the steep, i congratulate you with all my heart on the holiday, all the songs that will be played today at the concert are the great and favorite songs of every person, i’m 100% sure, we’ll see you again, thank you! the song that we are about to hear was first performed in the film girls, many, many years ago, but instantly gained all-union popularity and became popular. this wonderful song, like many others, was written by our beloved, one and only
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nikolaevna. the composer tells us touching, quiet, tender, about the most important thing that happens in our lives, talking about love, people's artist of russia, lev leshchenko and the state ensemble rus, the old maple.
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the old maple, the old maple, the old maple is knocking on the glass, inviting us friends for a walk, from what, from what, from what, it makes me so bright that you are walking down the alley, from what, from what, what makes me so light , from the fact that you are walking along the lane, snowfall, snowfall, snowfall has long passed, as if spring is visiting us. came back again, from what, from what, from why, so good, because you just smiled at me, why, why, why, so good, because you just
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smiled at me, look, look, look at the sky, how it shines cloudlessly and purely, from what, from what, from what does the accordion sing, from the fact that someone loves the accordion, from what , from what, from what, does the accordion sing because someone loves accordion, great, from what, from what, why the accordion sings
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, because someone loves the accordion player, why, why, why does the accordion sing, because someone loves the accordion player, thank you! lev leshchenko, the song that will now be performed, was once tried to be performed in english, but unsuccessfully, because the words “lyuli, lyuli, so understandable and close, are simply impossible for every russian person to translate into any other language. meet, people's artist of russia,
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nadezhda babkina. moscow academic theatre, russian song, and the legendary , beloved, incomparable kalinka, kalinka kalinka my kalinka, in the garden of yagda, raspberry, my raspberry, uh, kalinka, my kalinka, saber yana my raspberry, my etolinka, erasing, and under
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under the pine tree, under the selenium, you put me to sleep, ah lyuli, lyuli, ah lyuli, lyuli , sleep me on the bed, kalikalika, my garden berry, malinka, my raspberry, etolinka, kalinka, my kalinka, my garden berry, molinka, my molinka how i got up earlier and washed my face in a breeze, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry, my molinka, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry , my molinka, kalinka, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry, raspberry, malinikana, mine! malinka, raspberry of may, beauty, business soul,
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love me, and lyuli, lyuli, may, lyuli, lyuli, ailyu! obish me, my kalinkolinka, sadyakna, raspberry, my raspberry, uh, kalinka, kalinka, my kalinka, sadyakna, raspberry, my raspberry, i was my native mother, i was washing my face, kalinka, my raspberry, there is a berry in the garden, my raspberry, kalinka, my kalinka , satu berry, my raspberry, kalinka, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry, raspberry, my raspberry, this is viburnum, viburnum, my viburnum, sotroyada, molitna, my molina, this is viburnum,
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viburnum, my viburnum, garden yana molina, my molina, this viburnum-viburnum, my viburnum, we pray to the yagada garden, prayer! kalinka, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry, raspberry, my raspberry, this is kalinka, kalinka, my kalinka, garden berry, raspberry, my raspberry, kalinka, kalinka , my kalinka, sadyakna, molina, my molina,
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mine, little one! another song that we can rightfully consider folk, it brought the author and performer not just fame , real folk love, at first sight , to the stage, people's artist of russia, oleg gazmanov, the kuban cossack choir, and the favorite squadron, the estodron of my thoughts naughty ones, don’t decide... there are no barriers to him, i can’t hold him back, i’m reckless steed, let them fly, let them fly, my thoughts, my steeds, there is no spur to spur you, but
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greed, you rush at the gaits and do not recognize, bridles, my thoughts, my steeds, like sparks for... here this night, overtakes vesumit, esatron my thoughts are hot, but no one. i can’t be held back, my thoughts will rush me into the distance, maybe i’m a brother, but i won’t come back, what a pity , what a pity, oh, my wandering thoughts, and you, like years , are carried away, from dawn to sunset, from sunset through the night rush away, my thoughts,
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temptations, as if sparks will light this night, driving away madness, the wind changes, the escotron of my thoughts are crazy, come on! my thoughts, my galloping, like sparks will sparkle this night, driving away the madness of the wind of the drunken houses, the squadron of my thoughts are crazy, my thoughts, my
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s as if the sparks will sparkle this night, driving away the blown wind of the drunken squadrons of my crazy thoughts madness of the drunken children of the escotron of my thoughts are crazy, thank you friends. 35 years of this song and 55 years of my creative stage. thank you, this song was first performed by the wonderful russian actress, nina sazonova, more than half a century ago.
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the author of the poems, poet igor shiferan, recalled: when sozonova began to sing, there was a dead silence on the set, everyone froze, listening to nina perform the song, her melody of the words literally pierced the soul, the daisies hid, the buttercups drooped, a concert of songs of the russian world, continues the people's artist of our country, valeria and the state.
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the urals, the daisies hid, the buttercups drooped, when i froze... and from the bitter words , why do you girls, you love beautiful ones, it’s not constant, they have love, why do you girls, you love beautiful ones, it’s not constant, their love has faded
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resolutely, jacket thrown on, seeming proud, i had enough strength, i told him, all the best, but he didn’t ask for forgiveness , i told him, all the best, but he didn’t ask for forgiveness, the daisies were picked, the buttercups withered, the water was cold, there was a rebil in the river , why do you girls love beautiful people, you are only afraid. knowledge from that love, why do you
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love beautiful girls, only suffering, from that love. happy holiday to you, dear friends, may the connection of our people be strong and reliable, may everyone be proud of their history and power, and may every day be bright, joyfully and peacefully, happy holiday, valeria, what else is good about russian songs, and the fact that they have everything in abundance, love and strength and beauty, if you love, then without reason, if you threaten, then seriously, if you forgive, then with all my soul , if there is a feast, then there is a feast in the mountains, and now, together with the ural state dance ensemble,
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an artist who is a holiday in itself, a temperamental soso, will appear on our festive street. pavlyaashvili. i’ll go out into the street, there’s no sun, the days are short. you drove me crazy, i went outside, i looked at
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the village, the girls were walking, and i was having fun, uh, i'll go outside. i look at the village, the children are walking and it’s not fun, dear mother, give me some cold water, my heart is starting to feel hot, i used to walk in the green garden, i thought i wouldn’t go outside forever, i used to walk in the green garden, i thought i wouldn’t go outside forever i’ll go, but now my heels are starting to give in , they’re burning, but they’re shaking. when i leave, i’ll go out into the street, i’ll go to the children, i’ll sing along to them with a ringing voice , i’ll take them out into the street to the center, i’ll sing along to them
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with a ringing voice, i’ll sing along to them with a ringing voice, can you hear the marmoset, the nightingale sings, and there’s a dance going under the mountain, hey! you hear my mother, the little straw is singing, and there is a song under the mountain, loud-voiced snares, they are singing the bell, they won’t let me get the good stuff, they’re all loud-voiced. i’m singing to the good fellow, they don’t let him sleep, hey, i don’t let the good fellow sleep, you heady ones, i just
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sing, i don’t let the good fellow sleep, all the little voices are singing, they don’t let me sleep, love each other, everything will be fine, thank you, how well the poet said about our native songs are heard in them, that daring revelry, the exact melancholy, and this is all ours, ours forever, the russian soul is revealed to the world in these songs, her breadth and warmth, strength, compassion, ability to love, that the heart is so
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disturbed, on stage, people's artist of russia, larisa dolina. what is the heart, what is the heart, disturbed, as if the wind touched a string, many
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songs have been written about love, i will sing to you, i will sing one more. many songs have been written about love, i will sing to you, i will sing another one, along the paths where we both walked more than once, i will depict, dreaming and loving, even the sun shines in a special way, from the minute i saw you, even the sun shines according to - special, from the moment i saw you, all the obstacles i can. walk without timidity, i will enter into an argument with
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any adversity, just show me on the globe the place for a quick meeting with you, just show me on the globe. the place of a quick meeting with you, in years to come i will walk the road boldly, i will rise on blue wings , from now on everything that i do not do,
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i will call your bright name, and from now on everything that i do not do, i will call your bright name. i will plant spring gardens on the ground, they will rustle all over the country, and when the time comes for flowering,
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let them tell you about me, and when the time of flowering will come, let them tell you about me , happy holidays, friends, thank you, larisa dolina, today in the concert there are not only russian folk songs that we love since childhood, but also those that have authors, they are also loved and everyone knows, this is the song we are about to hear, it appeared quite recently, but has already become truly popular, i will go out into the field with my horse at night. on our stage there is a young but very famous popular singer,
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