mikhail isakovsky came before the war almost every year, here at the beginning of june of the year thirty-sixines, apple and pear trees bloomed. and then things stalled, but the poem was not finished and it was in 1938 . and sokuvsky. and goes to yalta, literally in one week she writes either five or seven versions of her poem, the version that he liked most, this version was performed on november 28 , 1938 by the dear girl valentina batishcheva, here she is in front of you when this girl came out on stage and sang songs in the hall standing... groaning applause, she is poor, she sings for the second time, she sang for the third time, with such a warm acceptance the life of the wonderful song katyusha began. take care of the earth, katyusha says to her beloved, and rest assured, i will preserve love, that’s the meaning of this song. who was the girl who became the heroine of this wonderful work, and sokovsky did not leave any memories. symbol of the great patriotic war, symbol of our victory, nikolai romanenko, active fighter, sarchiy lieutenant, reconnaissance platoon commander. nikolay, wha

this stage a song will be performed that was written 80 years ago, 1944, the elements to it, mikhail isakovskyand dance, the cossack will is better than this world. there is no better flower, when the apple tree blooms, there is no better moment. you, when my dear one walks, as soon as i see, as soon as i hear, everything in me speaks, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul. will sunbathe, we will look into each other’s eyes, we will intertwine our hot hands and we don’t know where, we ourselves seem to be lying drunk, the gardens around us are turning white, so the soot may is pushing. it’s such a month in the sky, even to collect needles, to knead for snow, to wipe away very milk, we will come along those paths where the grass is not cut, where we tear ourselves out of our hearts. unforgettable words follow, the accordion plays across the river, it floods, then it freezes, there is no better light, when the apple tree blooms, there is no better light. what when does it bloom? how lucky are you, san sanovich, to meet this little girl? thank