famous russian poetess , translator, writer of a bright star, the generation of the sixties, bella akhmadullina first poetic lines were published at 18 at 22. she wrote a poem along my street, which is a year older than the popular romance. and, of course, the phenomenon of the culture of art was the way she read her poems with warmth and admiration. we remember this amazingly great woman. mom comes to me a mixture of these two multi-colored blood upon admission to the literary institute 18-year-old white madullina, read her poems to the selection committee in the first year, she was already known and already listened to. suddenly bright colors, suddenly these sonorous voices and, most importantly, stadiums, because the people went not only to watch football at the stadiums, but also to listen to poetry not only at the stadium, but also at the monument to mayakovsky. it was an amazing effect of uncensored reading, this poetry could not be imagined yet uh, 10 or 15 years ago, to read aloud something that wasn't approved censorship. here, too, martynov and lermontov won the duel of that tessel pu

bella's new chosen one was much younger than her in 1973. contrary to all predictions. as a result of this novel, a daughter, elizabeth, was born. by this time, akhmadullinaopted daughter. anna from an early age, the girls were immersed in the wonderful world of poetry. mom always read poetry to me. i, for example, in the poem flower. pushkin has always known. i can’t even remember now, otherwise i thought when i didn’t know him, probably my mother just read it to me, here she slipped me all the time and all the time. to pushkin of his color, these congratulations to his daughter anna on funny postcards were not included in the collections of poems, and today for the first time you will hear such an ahmaduli. well, tell me why the dog walks in boots, but immodest answered my question, and here are the dog's boots, he ordered. i sew to make anya laugh. that's all. the end of the messages about mine, having learned the letter, all the dogs ask for amen, and she herself - it was at the time we had a brown path small path and here on many postcards. he appears to be. that's what the dogs say hello to him, let's take a walk with the names on the balcony. and i