our tv channel broadcast live from the boldin nature reserve museum.se concert took place there. about how it was. dmitry castro. in the thickening june twilight, over the quiet pond and the estate with its hundred-year-old linden trees, the lines of the great pushkin poetry sound, like a chadian from a ship to a ball, a reflection concert in bolden brought together on one stage the artists beloved by the whole country. can you imagine, here pushkin walked, here, here he stood, walked, it’s difficult, to realize such happiness, the sky seems to be overturned. in the mirror of the estate pond, where they placed a stage from which the presenters daria zlatopolskaya and andrei malakhov seemed to invite everyone to the pushkin era. pushkin, he is not just our contemporary, he is, as it were, more modern than any of us. you read pushkin, and you yourself rise to his level of understanding, accuracy, assessment of certain situations, phenomena, people. and it seems, what does reflection have to do with it? at first glance, we are talking about the physical e

on june 18, 1949 , the state literary theater opened. memorial and natural museum pushkin reserve boldinmily estate in the village of bolshoye boldino in the nizhny novgorod region, the only one in the family’s name, was not destroyed by war and revolution. here pushkin created more than half of his works and the period of his work here was called “boldino autumn”. in 1830, pushkin first came to boldino. due to the cholera epidemic in russia , a quarantine was then declared and he had to stay in the estate for more than three months. during this time, he finished evgeny negin, wrote belkin's stories and small tragedies, a fairy tale about pop, his worker balda. more than three dozen poems. then pushkin came to boldino twice more, and also in the fall of 1833 and thirty-four. and every autumn i bloom again - he wrote about boldin. the expression boldensky autumn has become a metaphor in the russian language, meaning an unprecedented creative upsurge. and the thoughts in my head are worried. bugs and easy rhymes at a meeting, fingers run to them , begging to pen, pen to paper, a minute and