time for cinema, so they fell in love with the dark night performed not by mark bernes, but by ivan kozlovskyis guitar to dozens of units, and the soldiers did not let claudia shulzhenko go until she sang a touching blue handkerchief. god in my soul, the hall was not full, many of the spectators were already wearing military tunics, it was impossible to take my eyes off the green color of these tunics, i sang, tears filled my throat, she sang in military uniform, but one day the soldiers asked, let it be like before the war , and shulzhenka returned home to get her favorite dress, and here, on this bridge, she came under fire and lay dead. shells seemed to be exploding above me, and i thought, if only they didn’t hit the suitcase with the dress, whoever says that it’s not scary in war knows nothing about war, but we didn’t even understand that we were also risking our lives, sailor, bear , the sailor never cries and never loses his good spirits, this song performed partly is about the artists themselves, because no matter how hard it was... pink soldiers, clutching a machine gun forever on th

time for cinema, so they fell in love with the dark night performed not by mark burness, but by ivan kozlovskyed to dozens of units with my guitar, and the soldiers did not let claudia shulzhenko go until she sang touchingly. how she saw off and promised a blue handkerchief to save. klavdia ivanovna agreed to share her memories of the most terrible time with journalists only several decades after the victory. the war found her in leningrad, during the first year of the siege alone, shulzhenka gave 500 concerts. until the end of my days i will not forget my first military concert. the lights in the city went out. there was darkness everywhere and such anxiety in the soul: the hall was not full, many spectators were already wearing military tunics, it was impossible to take your eyes off the green color of these tunics, i sang, tears were in my throat, whoever says that it’s not scary in war knows nothing about war, but we didn’t even understand that we were taking risks too life, emotions from current performances, as if 80 years ago. after all, every time she doesn’t read poems about the war,