new routes and points of attraction, discover the achievements of our country, come to the russia forum exhibition. russian submarine missile carrier emperor. alexander ii conducted successful tests in the white sea. the cruiser's crew launched a bulava ballistic missile. it launched from an underwater position in the white sea, and the target was a given area of ​​the kuraa training ground in kamchatka. the head parts of the mace reached this place at the estimated time. the ministry of defense notes that the launch was the final stage of testing the submarine. after this there will be a decision was made to admit emperor alexander ii into the navy. strategic nuclear submarine crater emperor alexander ii. this is already the fourth ship

built according to the modernized design of barey a. the submarine was launched at the end of december last year. the maximum speed under water is almost 54 km/h, the maximum diving depth is 480 m. in full autonomy mode, the submarine cruiser can spend up to 3 months. on board are 16 bulava ballistic missiles, as well as torpedoes and more. weapons. there are air defense systems. the crew is 107 people, more than half of them are officers. russian intelligence operates effectively in the zone of military specialization. with these words , defense minister sergei shaigu addressed the soldiers, congratulating them on their professional holiday. he emphasized that these units are at the forefront of the fight against the enemy, honestly and courageously fulfilling their duty, obtaining valuable information to protect the country. scouts follow the legendary traditions of their predecessors and successfully solve assigned tasks. special shaigu expressed his gratitude to the veterans who share theirs with the younger generation of military personnel. knowledge experience. the russian ministry of defense

published footage of the destruction of an ukrainian armed forces tank in the andreevka area. on russian military personnel, operators of anti-tank guided missile systems with a precise strike destroyed an armed forces tank that attempted to attack the positions of a unit of russian troops. at this moment, the st. petersburg philharmonic is saying farewell to the famous conductor , people's artist of the ussr yuri temerkanov. an orchestra also takes part in the ceremony, he led honored team of russia. our correspondent dmitry akimov is at the scene of the event, he is live. dmitry, greetings, we are waiting for details from you. yes, dmitry, hello, indeed, hundreds of admirers of the talent of the great conductor today gathered here in st. petersburg in the large hall of the philharmonic in the farewell ceremony for yuri timerkanov, including the governor of st. petersburg, alexander beglov. in addition, a large delegation arrived from kabbardin. kari, where the maestro was born, in

at the age of 13, he moved to leningrad, present-day st. petersburg, since then his life, his work , has been inextricably linked with this great city, in 67, 10967, timerkanov made his debut with the honored team of the republic, as it was then called, now it is an honored team russia, which is known in the world as timerkanovsky, in general, of course, and yuri timerkanov made a huge contribution to making russian music, russian classical music known throughout the world, and he toured a lot with the orchestra in various countries, he is well known in europe, america, asian countries and japan, but a special part of his life was connected with the then kirov, now marinsky theater, where he served from 66 to 88 years, here is his opera...

the productions invariably became events, and such productions as eugene onegin and the queen of spades, where he acted as a director, entered the golden fund of world musical art. since 1988, temerkanov has become the artistic director and chief conductor of the honored ensemble. russia, today the orchestra members are seeing off the great director, we managed, the great conductor, excuse me, we managed to talk... some of them, let's listen to fragments, he communicated perfectly with both the orchestra and the audience, at those concerts that i remember, the public there were so many, one might say, as the musicians say, hanging from the chandeliers when we performed ravelli’s second situ from the ballet daphnisahloi or shchedrin’s carmen situ meringue, it was his skates, one might say, that lost

a great man, a great musician, a great artist, a great teacher, a person who is truly a great representative of our culture. yuri simirkanov left the post of chief conductor of the honored ensemble of russia in january last year, in january twenty-two, he was seriously ill for a long time, on november 2 of this year, yuri temerkhanov died in st. petersburg at the eighty-fifth year of his life, his anniversary was planned in december, but fate, his birthday, but fate decreed otherwise, yuri temerkanov will be buried at the komarovskoye cemetery of the city st. petersburg, colleagues, we pass the floor, yes dmitry , thank you, our own correspondent dmitry akimov was in direct communication from st. petersburg, if you have already

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lectures, quests, marathons, light shows and other equally interesting events. we’ll find out the details from our correspondent alexander perfilyev, she gets in touch directly. sash, greetings, what surprises visitors today? yes, dmitry, greetings again, but we will demonstrate to you live what the exhibition will surprise you with for six months, now we are in the pavilion called the world of digital , here the largest companies and state corporations in russia presented their digital achievements, here is the government services stand behind me, rostelecom, we move on, then the national media group, here is the rosatom stand. where digital solutions are presented, and let’s now go to the stand of the russia tv channel, it seems to me that any age will be especially interested here, so let’s go in, here anyone can feel like a presenter, absolutely

a visitor, children are especially interested here, they can read from the prompter, go live, who has already tried themselves as a host, please tell me, have you already tried? not yet, but we want to try, why did you decide to come here? well , because it seems to me that it is very interesting, in principle, to conduct some kind of programs and i want to try something new, what do you think? i also really like it, here you can try yourself in different areas, and in general, in principle, the exhibition is very good and it’s nice to see how developed... humanity, well, right from the horse’s mouth, well, we are watching a live broadcast, right from the company of your favorite artists, we will sing and practical styles of the center, let’s go, now to the control room, i’ll show you carefully, we’ll interfere a little,

here you can feel like a radio host, but we won’t come in, we won’t interfere with the broadcast, and for the platform we watch on the air. so let's go into the control room with the guys, guys, how is your broadcast? everything is great, we can handle it, thank you, well done, well done, let's go. further, but this pavilion, the world of numbers, was visited yesterday by deputy prime minister dmitry chernyshenko. here , at the pavilion, which has brought together so many interesting partners, where every citizen of our country has the opportunity to see how one of the five national development goals that the president indicated to us, digital transformation, is being fulfilled. we see that the world is indeed very fast. changes and what was incomprehensible yesterday continues to be incomprehensible, because the number is really

needed so that it is invisible, so that we received services and services without thinking about where and when we want to receive them, well, i want the operator to show how many people are present here in this pavilion and they come literally every hour more and more, because their own exhibition... opened doors are absolutely free for all visitors. dmitriy. yes, thank you, alexandra perfileva, from the forum russia exhibition, which is taking place at vdnh, today is the second day. police are still negotiating with an armed man at hamburg airport. the air harbor still remains closed. the night before there was a criminal in a car. broke through the checkpoint and entered the airfield, he is holding his own four-year-old

child hostage, the presumptive reason for the emergency situation is a custody dispute, because of which the man demands an immediate flight with the child to turkey. the death toll from storm ciaran in france has risen to three, with at least 50 people injured. more than a million local residents remain without electricity and cellular communications. the media report that in the populated... on the lomanche coast the authorities remain orange, the penultimate level of danger. and then vladimir burtok’s author’s program from st. petersburg will continue on our broadcast; today it is dedicated to the russian character. hello, i am director vladimir bortk. and i'm from st. petersburg.

we all often hear about such a concept as the russian character , and we seem to understand what we are talking about, about the ability for instant mobilization, resilience, collectivism, a sense of mutual assistance, this example now, when there is a war, when heroism is commonplace, when a warrior sacrifices his life saving his comrades, and not sparing... himself, trying to fulfill the task assigned to him - countless, but where do these wonderful traits of a staunch fighter come from, what manifests itself on the battlefield is inherent in him initially, in his character, it comes from the concept, oddly enough, compassion and humanity, present in our person from childhood, from mother, from father, from friends in the yard, from our whole life. this is the kind of russian character i

want to tell her about together with the wonderful writer alexei tolstoy. this writer descendant of the famous ilva nikolaevich tolstoy. after the revolution he went to france, but then returned and wrote many good books. everyone has read buratin. but besides buratin he wrote. wonderful novels, peter ii, going through torment, and many stories, one of them about the russian character, i want to remind you, a story about a russian soldier, yegor dremov, a tank driver, in the great patriotic war, and the great difference today is in time. the battle of kursk, when the germans were already bleeding and trembling,

yegor dremov’s tank on a hillock, in a wheat field, was hit by a shell, three of the crew were also killed, and it caught fire from the second shell. the driver chuvlev, who jumped out through the front hatch, again climbed onto the armor and managed to pull out the lieutenant. he was unconscious. his overalls were on fire. barely, chuvev pulled the lieutenant away. exploded and with such force that the tower was thrown about 50 meters away, chevilev threw handfuls of loose earth on the lieutenant’s face, on his head, on his clothes to put out the fire. then he crawled back to ours from funnel to funnel onto the front line, why he dragged - i told chlysh, and his heart was pounding. yegor dremov survived and did not even lose his sight, although his face was so charred that in places

guests could be seen. he spent 8 months in the hospital and underwent plastic surgery. they restored his nose, lips, eyelids, ears, 8 months later, when the bandages were removed , he looked at his own, and now not his, face , the nurse who gave him a small mirror turned away and began to cry, he immediately returned the mirror, it can be worse, he said, you can live with this, but... he no longer asked the nurse for the mirror, he only often felt his face, as if getting used to it. the commission found him fit for non-combatant service, then he went to the general and said: i ask for your permission to return to the regiment, but you are disabled, the general said: no way, no, i’m a freak,

but this will not interfere with the matter, i will completely establish combat readiness, what the general tried not to look at him during the conversation, yegor dremov noted, he only grinned, with leluvy, straight lips like a slit. he received a twenty-day leave to fully restore his health and went home to his father and mother, in the saratov region. it was like once in march of the forty-fourth year. it's here. he thought of going under the water, but he had to walk 18 versts, there was still snow all around , it was damp, deserted, the icy wind was blowing half-heartedly , the wind whistled in his ears with lonely melancholy, he came to the village when it was already dusk, there was a well, a tall crane , swayed and

creaked, hence the sixth parent’s hut. he suddenly stopped, hands in his pockets , shook his head, turned sideways into the house, getting stuck knee-deep in the snow, bending over to the window, he saw his mother, in the dim light, a screwed-down lamp, she was getting ready for dinner, still wearing the same dark scarf, quietly, unhurriedly, matured, her thin shoulders sticking out. oh, if only she knew, every day she had to write at least two words, she collected on the table a simple cup of milk, a piece of bread, two spoons, a salt shaker and thought, standing in front of the table, her thin hands folded under the weapon. yegor dremov, looking through the window at his mother,

realized that it was impossible to frighten her, it was impossible for her to tremble desperately. an old face, okay, he opened the gate, entered the courtyard on the porch, knocked, his mother answered the door, who was there, he answered lieutenant, hero of the soviet union, thunder, his heart sank so much, he leaned his shoulder against the lintel, no, his mother did not recognize his voice, it was as if he himself had heard his voice for the first time, changed after all the operations, hoarse. dull, unclear. father, what do you want? - she asked. marya polikarpovna brought a bow from her son, senior lieutenant dremov. then she opened the door for him and rushed to him, grabbed his hands, you are alive, my yegor, healthy. father, come into the hut. yegor

dremov sat down on a bench near the table, on the same the place where he once sat, when his legs did not reach the floor, his mother used to stroke his curly head, say eat, orca, he began to talk about his son, that is, about himself, in detail, how he eats, drinks, never needs anything, is always healthy, cheerful , well, briefly the battle where he participated with his tank, you tell him, looking into his face with his dark, unseeing eyes, yes, of course, it’s scary, masha, however, is a habit . his father came, yegor yegorovich, who also gave up over the years, his beard was like flour

sprinkled, looking at the guest, he stamped on the threshold with his broken felt boots, slowly unwound his sharpie, took off his sheepskin coat, walked up to the table, shaking hands, ah, the familiar wide, fair, parental hand, without asking, because everything was already there without it it’s clear why the guest is here, covered in medals, he sat down and also began to listen, with his eyes half-closed. the longer lieutenant dremov sat, unrecognized, and talked about himself, me about himself , the more impossible it was for him to open up, to stand up , to say, yes, you recognize me, a freak, mother, father, he felt good, not offended, well

well, let's have dinner, mother, we're saving for the guest, yegor yegorovich opened the door of stalin's cupboard, where in the corner, to the left, were fishing hooks in a matchbox, they were now lying there and there was a teapot with a broken spout, it was now standing there, where it smelled stave crumbs and onion peels, yegor yegorovich took out a bottle of wine for two glasses, sighing that he couldn’t get it anymore, they sat down to dinner, as in previous years, only at dinner, senior lieutenant dremov noticed that his mother was especially closely watching his hand with a leg. he chuckled and his mother looked up. her face trembled painfully, they talked about this and that, what spring would be like, whether the people would get better with the sowing, that this summer we must

wait for the end of the war, and why do you think that this summer we must wait for the end of the war, the people through death passed, now you can’t stop him, the german has a hood, marya polikarpovna asked: you didn’t tell him when he’ll be given leave to come to us on leave , haven’t seen him for 3 years, he’s become an adult, he walks around with a mustache, this is every day near death, tea and he has a voice he became rude, but he’ll come, maybe you won’t recognize him , said the lieutenant. they assigned him to sleep on the stove, where he found every brick, every crack in the wooden wall, every knot in the ceiling. it smelled of sheepskin, bread, that familiar comfort that even the hour of death is not forgotten. the march wind whistled over the roof,

the father snored behind the partition, the mother tossed and turned, sighed, and did not sleep. the lieutenant was lying face down, face in his hands, i really didn’t recognize him, i thought, i really didn’t recognize him. mom, mom, the next morning he woke up from the crackling of firewood, his mother was carefully fiddling around the stove, on the outstretched hanging on a rope from a washed footcloth, washed boots stood at the door, are you eating pancakes, she asked, he didn’t answer right away , got off the stove, put on his tunic, pulled on his belt and sat down on the bench in a deep voice, tell me, in your village...' katya lives malyshev, andrei stepanovich malyshev ’s daughter, she graduated from courses last year, she’s our teacher, but what, you need to see her?

your son, he asked me to say hello to her, my mother sent a neighbor’s girl for her, the lieutenants didn’t even have time to put on their shoes when katya malysheva came running, big gray eyes its shine. eyebrows flew up in amazement on her cheeks, a joyful blush when she threw the knitted scarf from her head onto her shoulders, the lieutenant even thought to himself that he would kiss that warm blond hair, that was the only way his friend seemed to him, fresh, gentle, cheerful, kind, beautiful, so that when she entered, the whole hut became golden. did you bring a bow from yegor? he stood with his back to the light and only bowed his head. because i couldn't speak. and i've been waiting for him

for a day and... tell him so. she came close to him, looked, and it was as if she had been lightly hit in the chest, leaned back, got scared. then he firmly decided to leave; today, his mother baked millet pancakes with baked milk. he again talked about lieutenant dremov, this time, and spoke cruelly of his military exploits, without raising his eyes to katya. so as not to see the reflection of his ugliness on her sweet face. yegor yegorovich began to fuss to get a collective farm horse, but he left for the station on foot, as he had arrived. he was very depressed by all those who had passed. even when stopping, he would hit himself in the face with his palms and repeat in a hoarse voice. voice, what should we do now? he returned to his regiment, which was stationed deep in the rear for

replenishment. his comrades greeted him with such sincere joy that everything that prevented him from sleeping, eating, or breathing fell away from his soul, so he decided that if his mother did not know his misfortune for a longer time, as for katya, he would rip out the splinter and hearts. about two weeks later a letter came from my mother: hello, my beloved son, i’m afraid to write to you, i don’t know what to think, we had one person from you, a very good person. only with a bad face, i wanted to live, yes i immediately got ready to leave, since then my son hasn’t slept at night, it seems to me that you came, yegor yegorovich blames me for this, he says, you’re an old woman out of your mind, if only he were ours, since he didn’t reveal himself, why should he hide? , if only he had a face like this one.

i need to be proud, yegor yegorovich will persuade me, but my mother’s heart is all her own , he, it’s him, was with us, this man was sleeping on the stove, i took his clothes out into the yard, cleaned it, and i’ll fall to her and cry, it’s him, it’s him, yegorushka, write to me for christ’s sake, think about it me what it was.

this is how she will love you even more , he wrote a letter on the same day: my dear parents, mori polikarpovna, yegor yegoryevich , forgive me for my ignorance, indeed, you had me, your son, and so on and so forth , on four pages, in small handwriting, he would have written on twenty pages, it would have been possible, after some time, we are standing with him at the training ground, a soldier comes running, and yegor dremov, the captain, they ask you, the soldier’s expression is this, although he stands in full uniform, as if a person is about to drink, we went to the village, we approached the hut where drem and i lived, i see that he’s coughing out of his mind, i think it’s a tanker, a tanker, but nerves, we enter the carving, he’s ahead of me, i

hear, “mom, hello, it’s me, i see, a little old woman has fallen on his chest, i look around, there turns out to be another woman, i give my word of honor, there is another beauty somewhere, there’s more than one, but i personally haven’t seen it, he tore his mother away from him, she comes up to this “katya, why did you come, you promised to wait for this, and not this,” beautiful katya answers him, and although i went to seni, i hear, egor, i am going to live with you forever.