the machine, khrustalev the machine, yes, but then, when we were making a movie, it seemed to me that, my wife, she adores herman’s films, because she is an artist, i generally believe that he made feature films using documentary means, for this he he had special operators, fedosov. with whom i worked for many years, and not without my participation , yuri viktorovich klimenko joined this team, who shot almost, well, more than half of this picture, some things i understood, some things i didn’t understand, we are very we quarreled because we had different views, well, as an actor who must experience doing something on camera, we had different ideas about how it was experienced, but was there soviet science fiction, or rather, were there soviet films? the story doesn’t match, which means rumata, who seems to want to change the life of this planet , it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out, not because he can’t, but because he ca n’t change people, he can’t convince them, he can’t do it either everything works out, why at all, oh, since we're already talking, i can tell you i can say th

, but there is still a third ahead, you remember this, and we are expecting our beautiful masha khrustalevwash, that's for sure. we can’t do without it, but by the way, in the third hour we also have another hot premiere, the concert venue will not be empty, olesya dovnar is preparing to present her new composition, it will really be very rhythmic, beautiful and, as always, very vocal. well right now ours the broadcast continues with news, after we see you again the whole country will say: good morning, belarus! gently divide it equally, we won’t be able to stop for a long time! the looks are not random, as if promises make the two of us happy , make our own happy, because then i will come to you again, before the cold wind, like star clouds, silinalka, you are my planet, and i am a descendant of murdu, they will come to you again before the cold wind, like stars and clouds, together for centuries, you are my planet, grateful to the occasion, everything that was for the better. we dream for a friend again in dreams, they put them in their places, they did the right thing, this is unreal lo

all, you are mine. poet, what a blessing that the text of the next song was not written by dmitry khrustaleve of rain, there is no place for me in a sunny city, i am made of rain, i miss you so much, i am made of ... emptiness , so as not to notice, you passed by in a fragment of my dream, why are you doing this, and i will come to you across the field and half a mile away, and i will come to you across the field and along the pole, thousands of miles away, to you for a thousand news, i with a broken wing, well, i’ll fly to you. i’m with a broken wing, well , i’ll fly to you from a thousand stars away, calling to you from a thousand miles away, you’re behind, beloved, behind, carrying our trash, without your love, love, i’m made of you, your moods, your smile, i don’t believe it, that everything has passed, i forgot what date, i ’m so tired in my voice, but the door is bolted and you don’t hear the fragments of my dream, why are you doing this, and i’ll come to you across the field and across the field, and i across the field and across the pole i’ll come to you for thousands! to you a thous