people's artist of russia, oleg gazmanov and the squadron group, this is what people's love looks like if someone didn’t have enough, i have a big concert at the slavic bazaar this year, thank you, oleg kosmanov, youth are the foundation and future of our country, they were born in modern and independent belarus, today from the youth. depends the future of our state, which opens absolutely all paths for them. dare, create, conquer new heights, but always remember the responsibility for the country that raised you, because if each new generation contributes to the bright image of the future of our country, god will never leave our holy land. flowers, ramonka, with sunken eyes, will scatter clearly, for... i am not extinguished, and this may is clear, the land that is in my hell, i will never know, such a land, a place where god lands the tsalava, i cover my skin with my adshuka, at once on soon i will connect with you, i will remember ancestral belarus, with my soul, and the holy food, the place, where i will land. solava, i’m putting my skin on top and every now and then i get along wi

ukrainian flag is also woven into the slavic bazaar in vitebsk, well, for dessert at the climax, this oleg gazmanoveminds us that the generation older than me, originally from the soviet union, is such a trio of truly folk artists for... today is the people's meeting, well , in total, 110 minutes of famous legendary songs await us, i will ask the directors to show yesterday's rehearsal , which we attended, of course, many young artists re-read hits in a new way, we will hear famous songs from the people's artist of belarus, composer vasily rainchik, i really want to say one more thing, today there will be a lot of we’ll also hear the songs of the group a... today, its premiere was on national unity day a year ago, i wanted to record yulia, but she was just at the all-belarusian people’s assembly today and i’m looking forward to meeting her, but for now, let’s listen to those the artists who wrote those very new arrangements and the artists who remotely followed the speech of our president, today is really a very big, huge concert with it’s very cool that such cool projects are being done in our cou

people's artist of russia oleg gazmanov became the best emotional release for the three-thousand-strong something is changing in my country, belarus too. we became aware of ourselves. we are aware of ourselves have become like a state that can carry its own vision of the world. the finale was alarming for the pagmuts, but the delegates were so inspiring afterward. meetings tomorrow at 19:45 for belarus 1 and belarus 24 peace of mind to your home. i asked myself many times. question: where does this desire to create and give beauty come from? probably, after all, it came with me from childhood. my parents, my grandmother, they spent long evenings crocheting, embroidering, knitting, this craving, it probably went on throughout my whole life, ours used to do ancestors, now we are engaged, without the past there is no future, our history is cultural. values, this is what shapes a person’s consciousness, where he grew up, where he lives, what country he is in, so only we, the slavs, are engaged in handicrafts that give people beauty, only we, such a hardworking people, the beginning of the n

for all the wives of overly enthusiastic car enthusiasts, oleg gazmanov’s song is my only one.tten reflections. love you will see me, and love crazy a bird will break your window, we will dream of each other, we will dream of each other anyway. my only one, betrothed to the wind, illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need a king now, the stars fall into the seas, if you are not nearby. my soul shines, we did not lose hope, in the hour when trouble came, and now we, as before, will be together forever, and our children will be born, they will give us flowers, the cold wind will disappear, dreams will come true, my only one, betrothed to the wind, illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need a king now, the stars are falling sea, if you are not nearby, about... you are my soul. again the heart is rushing to the sky, we are not afraid of heights, this will not happen. from the sudden emptiness, in our broken mirror, you will see, bending down, lead the destined lives, my only one returns, ringing, light-turned, by the light beyond... my dark, my light, why do

scenes, i will remind you that we have there were guests from russia, these are nadezhda kadysheva, oleg gazmanov when he performed his songs, here we really understood that our society is united and, what is very important, the sports palace, it was here that the first all-belarusian people's meeting took place in ninety sixth year, then they certainly solved the problems of our society, but today the songs that unite us are heard here, what we have come to and... the country was more beautiful, better, art serves to soften morals, so if we make people a little kinder, a little bit more truthful, a little more responsive, it seems to me that the world will be completely different, behind 110 minutes of unifying, warm songs, of course, which the whole country knows, yes, indeed, the stands of the sports palace have already emptied, the spectators are entering the battle. channel belarus 1. especially for you, the white radio company prepared a broadcast of the concert goal, time chose us, chose these songs, i highly recommend that you do not leave the tv screens immediately after the panorama, st

damn it, what have you done, how could you, taxi, taxi, so hard, turn on oleg gazmanov’s song at fullbaskov, today on rtr, when everyone is at home. when there were student plays, where the young actors were burning with desire, even if not everything was perfect, and you didn’t know the direction perfectly, and so on, but the pleasure was great, so that’s where to play listener, when he must fully feel what is pouring from the stage, but at the same time not be too theoretical, so as not to disturb himself, this is me... the professional who creates it must understand art. everyone else should just open their soul, try to launch what the artist, architect, musician created, just launch it into themselves, this is the most difficult thing, a huge number of people do not own their own soul, they are not able to open it, they used to be surprised, suppose how i know how to play quickly, i deliberately stopped playing quickly, which means that one day before some april 1st... they called me from the culture channel, also on april 1st, well, because i had to make a joke, they said, do som

don’t understand, borscht damn, what did you do, how could you, taxi, taxi, so much, turn on oleg gazmanov’sany kind words, but they are still not enough. i’m ready to give you everything in the world, it still won’t be enough. i know, only the one who loved, only the one who suffered, understands what this is, i will fill a crystal glass with love, i will raise it for you, these artists compare that they are like children, but children can be spoiled, of course, and cruel and very unpleasant, but at the same time children are offended. and this also applies to tv shows, here’s how to get used to it, how to put yourself to sleep, that my the train is leaving, the main thing here is to do what you have to do everything, because it’s real. that which is eternal, kind, bright, it does not pass, it does not pass, and no matter how they treated it, they said that there, it’s already retro, guys, if these songs had weight there, they will have weight in our time, just take them and drink them, i understood how to interpret it, that train is leaving, but your fellow travelers, fellow travelers, the

’t understand, you’re a borscht, what did you do, how could you, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, play oleg gazmanov’se tells him. i want a child from you. and he’s like, what do you think you should do? and she's crazy to him. why are you wandering back and forth, interfering with watching? and we look and hug. i believe that he fooled markin’s head, i look at him and my heart doesn’t yoke, doesn’t yock, for some reason, there are different types of love, you can love a man as a man, you can love him as a friend, or you can love him as a brother, he like a brother to you, i don’t know, i’m confused with him, mayu, i don’t understand, hello, marin, hello, what, i’m back, yes, i decided to serve a little more, come on, come on, serve, marin, why are you so sad, and i don’t have any reasons left... why, you always have a reason to smile, tell me that let’s finish me off, don’t feel sorry for me it’s necessary, just say it, what the hell does my father need when he has a young beautiful bride, marin, what are you talking about, not about anything, but about whom, say so, my father is marrying katya, i un

you could, taxi, taxi, taxi, so hard, oleg gazmanov's song at full volume, turn it on, just wait forkeeping righteous flowers, they still live in me, some kind of fantasy, morning mail with nikolai baskov. today on rtr, it was you who arranged everything, yes, not only did my career deprive me, you decided to finish me off, alla taxi, the premiere is on monday on rtr. when everyone stays at home, forgetting about business, there will be a feeling of such familiar warmth that everyone has known since childhood; our world takes on the size of the table we have set when everyone is at home. good morning, there is a family strengthening program on air when everyone is at home, and today with great joy we are visiting our beloved victor chaika. come to your senses and don’t destroy our fragile paradise, the house that was so difficult to build, because we had a good time in it, but remember and don’t say that there’s no love in your heart before, and that we... won’t sleep again, just the two of you, together with you, because good morning, good morning, please, introduce the beautiful po

it, my dress, your dear arms, my dress, don't lag behind, drink up, this is our roaming stage oleg gazmanovn you for the hundredth time, i am not afraid that i will wake up again, i will break the captivity of the wet sheets, i hear laughter in my room, the candles are shaking on the wall, a glare, laughter on simple, not someone else's sin, passes on. there is laughter in the throat, a scream, the night is reflected in the pupils, memory puts everything together, grows up without me, daughter, and insomnia is on my neck from time to time, at dawn i will go out into the fog, at dawn i will leave the shelter, i will fall into a fit, sobbing to the flowers in spite of the ground i’ll pull you in at dawn, tired of love, i’ll call on you for the hundredth time, i’m not afraid that i’ll wake up again, i’ll break the captivity of the wet sheets. nazar i will go out into the fog, at dawn i will leave the shelter, sobbing to the flowers in vain. backlash at dawn, tired of love, i’ll call on you for the hundredth time, i’m not afraid that i’ll wake up again, wet more simply, i will break the captivi

what have you done, how could you, taxi, taxi, so rural, turn on oleg gazmanov’s song at full volume,rain for me, through the rains the flowers kept in me still live in me, some kind of fantasy. morning mail with nikolai baskov, on sunday on rtr, everything between us is in the past, i’m with yura now, but i ’ll beat you off anyway, and you’ll be my wife, you’re not very be upset if something happens, call me, lord, what is this? you are our relative, right, sister, nastya was looking for you all evening, your phone was turned off, and where were you at night, yura, you will go from 80 to 12, but i didn’t kill anyone, i will do everything to get him freed, i promise , we will get you out, you know, kirill says that kirill says, don’t let my business interfere. i really want you to be happy, i’m happy with you, city of brides, thursday friday on rtr, good sunday evening everyone, your favorite folk program fathers songs is on air. serious, funny, kind, handsome, i couldn’t bear to miss you, you’re the only one with the heart of a person, but now i ’m not laughing, you’ve always been my

is a product of the stellar group. fighting fuck, what have you done, how could you, turn on oleg gazmanov’ss until the evening when we meet again. this is my lena and she will be with me. and who are you? let her tell you. well, i won't stand in the way of your happiness. stop, please. hello sister, the situation. thank you for continuing to watch us, good evening again everyone, on the air hello andrey, today the song is about home, and the place of power where the walls are they help, we sing songs according to... i will draw a house on the shore of a dream with cherries under the window, you and me next to each other, the birds will sing to us. the drops will ring, and the years will fly unnoticed in the rustling wind, the years will fly in the rustling wind, the years will fly by the rustling wind, white roses in a delicate split wreath, at the horizon of dreams, behind the road surface, the vernacular will play, the lilac will bloom, happiness the waves will generously fill our every new day. they will generously fill our every new day, they will generously fill our every new day. i'll

don’t understand, borscht hell, what have you done, how could you, taxi, taxi, taxi, so hard, oleg gazmanov’served. fantasy still lives in me, some morning mail with nikolai baskov on sunday on rtr, maybe it’s my first time, happy, happy, happy, sunday, for example, i told my daughter that she was adopted right away, as soon as i took it here at home. mom, dad, i adore you, hello. hello, i'm your mom, real maybe shall we meet? a test that not everyone will pass, who is she anyway, this is some kind of money scam, can i hug you? katya is not a stranger to me, she is my mother. katya needs money! a test that not everyone will dare to take. you won't refuse to take a dna test, will you? the result has arrived! honey, we will explain everything to you. fly feather. on sunday on rtr. we gathered about ten people into the first group, there were short calls, we are going to donetsk. are you with us? yes, when my soldiers come running. they carried me away, another shelling began. they laid me down, lay on top of me, one bullet is still in me, and this, let’s say, is my trophy, we had a famine then,

the most important thing is that the people support me with oleg mikhailovich gazmanov, with grigory guitarist will be wearing grigory lepson glasses, we sometimes congratulate each other, today they are here with us, please, white gold, excitement, fictitious quarrels with colleagues around, the shamyn explains simply: this is normal, an absolutely new one appears a person, as is natural, this is in any team, someone treats it normally, someone doesn’t really like it, and even more so , this bright appearance was enough and until now... now it’s already the third year of creative life. as for the specific situation with leonid agutin, the shaman assures: there was and cannot be any personal conflict between them. the artists do not believe that the intelligent agutin is slandering him behind his back. i personally have not heard this. by the way, after this incident we have not crossed paths yet. it was not possible. i also don’t force things, we’ll calmly cross paths, meet, say hello, and tell jokes. do you know him personally? on the voice, we saw each other, he was on the pilagea

you did this, how could you, taxi, taxi, taxi, so rural, turn on oleg gazmanov’s song at full volume,ood book, its author is stefan zweig, it’s called yesterday’s world, they all know zweig’s short stories... they are great, this book is about something completely different, but the fact is that he is an austrian writer , when the fascists came to power, it was necessary to flee, and zweik runs, runs first to london, then to south america, then to the united states, then returns to south america and settles near rio daneiro, in the suburbs. it's the forty-first year, the war is in full swing, and this book. in fact, you can call it an autobiography, it is a panorama of that era, a strange, terrible era, and he writes honestly, don’t read it... chukovsky led for almost 70 years from 1901 to 1969, the days of my life, at the end of this diary, and this meeting with actors, writers, famous people, but written by chukovsky, this is a magnificent russian language, an extensive commentary compiled by elena chukovskaya, daughter... for example, going on a trip around the world, it’s not easy