АЛЕКСЕЙ ИВАЩЕНКО, КОНЧАЕТСЯ ЧЕТВЕРГ, 18 НОЯБРЯ 2021

Good evening, dear friends.

Good evening, dear, how to say it, viewers, listeners, viewers of the broadcast.

The program ends on Thursday at the 26th or 27th time, goes live.

And today we will have a not quite ordinary program, I will tell you about it now.

First of all,

We have been sitting here for a long time.

The broadcast is being broadcast from the Gnizda of Glukharia, where the very short, but very exciting first section of our concert has just ended.

Traditionally, Thursday ends at 21.30 after the time program.

Today I deliberately moved it to half an hour, because the guests are special.

I want to say about today's program.

Today I do not abuse this method.

I use this method very rarely.

There are four simple ways to help the program financially.

All these four simple ways are indicated, apparently, in the profile header, under the broadcast, and will also appear from time to time in the most interesting place, in the very middle of the song,

as much as possible to distract from its content.

But we will try not to happen.

So, drum roll.

Today the guests of the program end Thursday are Vadim Meshchuk and Varelia Meshchuk.

We agreed that I will announce them, and they will immediately come out and sing.

We will consider that...

Immediately?

Yes, that this will happen... Well, you say... Ah, well, good.

Friends... Now we are being watched already...

Oh, several hundred people are watching us.

Dilijan is on the line, Peter is waiting, we are waiting.

Good evening, hurray.

Listen, dear viewers of YouTube, Facebook and VKontakte, if you don't mind, write where you are watching from, and at the end we will make an approximate presentation of the geography of our today's program.

So, Vadim Meshchuk and Valery Meshchuk.

Friends, well, since we are being watched in different electronic devices,

This song is dedicated to this.

If you agree with us, at the end of the song, we will try to attract you.

I will give you a beacon so that you can sing along to the lyrics of our great common friend Igor Yurtenyev.

У меня такое ощущение, Что пора бы сузить круг общенья.

Больно уж широк он этот круг, Оттого и не стремлюсь по языку.

Хоть друзей там, говорят, навалом,

Не желаю стать я виртуалом, Не за тем со складом мне Господь Выписал физическую плоть.

Не хочу я жить со всеми дружно, Мне друзей не так уж много нужно.

Хватит двух десятков человек, Чтоб спокойно домотать свой век.

There is nothing worse in the world than walking, wandering on the Internet.

There are many social networks there, but you don't make children in them.

За столом одним не соберешься, Где от тесноты не повернешься.

Не напьешься, как последний гад, Ну и нафиг нам этот суррогат.

Так что уж там кучкуйтесь вместе, А ко мне, пожалуйста, не лезьте.

Я и сам в друзьях вам напрошусь, Если очень сильно обношусь.

I have a feeling that it's time to narrow the circle of communication.

This circle is too wide for my ears.

That's why I don't strive for Facebook.

Are you ready, friends?

That's why I don't strive for Facebook.

Sing it!

That's why I don't strive for Facebook.

Vadim and Valery Menchuk.

Alexey Ivashnikov.

Friends, I want to say right away.

I just whistled.

Velyki Novgorod, Yekaterinburg, Ulyanovsk, Moscow, Tver.

And Dresden, Chelyabinsk, Samara, Los Angeles, Peter, Pskov, Donetsk, Boston, of course.

Of course?

Of course, perhaps, probably.

Yeah, yeah.

Someone is watching us even here.

I wonder who it is.

Rostov-on-Don, Arkhangelsk, Alanya, Turkey, Vyborg.

Listen, go crazy.

The whole world is watching us.

Khoroshevka.

Riga.

Yes, it's us.

Listen, but we've been everywhere.

I didn't name a single city where you wouldn't have been, friends.

It means you were remembered very well there.

And I remember amazing days.

Imagine that it's forever, that it's for life.

Then, more than 40 years ago, it was impossible.

So, the distant 1978 year.

We...

And who are we?

At that time we had a trio of the Geographical Faculty under the leadership of Georgy Vasiliev.

At first it was a quintet, then a quartet, then a trio, and we sang a trio for a long time.

But on the day when we were supposed to go to the political song festival in Riga, then part of the Soviet Union,

On that very day, Georgiy Leonardovich Vasilyev, a young aspirant, or no, or a senior student, well, in general, he had a class meeting at which he had to perform.

Yes, of course, he graduated in 1979, he was a fourth-year student.

And we went there together with Irina Chubukova, and together we sang our songs there.

And it was a fantastic story.

We had a huge success then, we liked it very much, and all this was filled with special content for me, because it happened on May 12, 1978.

20 years.

On that day, I met these people.

Friends, can I say a little story about the 78th year of the Political Song Festival?

I will not tell you about it.

These are two small stories.

Literally, I must say that in Riga at one time, I do not know how it is now, but in England, they were heating stoves there.

And Valera lived in such a place.

— I used to live in Pishnyi Utopleni.

— In Pishnyi Utopleni.

And one day he called me and said, «Vadim, you need to chop some wood».

So I came there, to Valery's place.

So he was chopping wood, and I was serving.

And at that time I was serving one log, and it was going away, so I decided to move it a little bit myself.

And he was chopping, and he was chopping right on my finger.

Not like this, not like this, not like this, but like this.

— Along the log.

— Yes, along the log.

I was just lucky.

I wouldn't play now, I would deprive the humanity of this great musician.

I was just scared, I thought you had six then, and there are five left.

In two words, yes.

And in general, they wrapped me up like this, made a tire, such a half-meter tire.

And here is a political festival.

What to do?

What to do?

We can't.

We had five people, the ensemble Domino, then we had the great and famous.

And in general, everything I could do, I played like this.

Because there was nothing to play.

We sang some patriotic song, but the next day I was watching TV in the evening, and then they showed our ensemble, everything was fine.

Our ensemble was five people.

I have already said that there were five people, two girls and three more men.

And then our ensemble, then the camera, camera, camera, camera goes, goes, goes, and on my finger.

On the whole screen.

On the whole screen, my huge, healthy, that is, a festival of political songs, as if I was some kind of hero who sang it.

Well, how could you say that if this person plays like that with one finger,

Do you understand how he plays in 7-6?

It's fantastic!

But that's not all.

A band from Cuba came to us.

Do you remember?

From the most political dance.

Yes, yes.

It's just that you could go crazy.

They danced in rubber boots the dance of Cuban political miners.

It was an unforgettable spectacle.

And they were listening to it.

No, they were singing something from O'Hara.

O'Hara, O'Hara, they were singing, singing, singing.

And at the end of the concert, I think, the soloist from this group says, dear friends, I don't remember, the accent is in Spanish, they are all in Spanish.

Dear friends, you understand that, of course, it's a political song festival, but we love your song very much, we really want to sing it.

And everyone is like, well, let's go to the hall.

She is completely non-political, she starts to sing.

If you don't have an aunt.

Yes, I remember it very well.

The ensemble of political songs from Cuba sang your aunt in rubber boots.

— That's when we met Aleksandr.

— That's when we met.

It was an amazing year, day, hour, time.

I remember it very well.

When I heard the Domino ensemble, my jaw dropped.

I didn't notice that Vadik played with one finger, to be honest.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter, because they were fantastic.

Of course, I wanted to meet them right away.

We drank together in the evening.

Well, how?

It's independent.

Not since then?

And since then, yes, we want to remember the song, which is just as old as... Well, even more than a year, it started in the distant past.

Here they ask, tell me, do you have any songs left from that time?

Yes, from that very time.

1977, yes, the beginning of the song by Nastykhiriy Levitansky, which... Valera, your guitar is not very good.

Now, while I'm talking, try to tune it.

Because...

Next year, on January 22, I know why, because we were shooting a program on the Kultura channel, because on January 22, Yuriy Levitansky will be 100 years old.

A little lower.

Yes, as far as I can hear, yes.

And now he will try to sing the most, I call it the oldest, yes.

But this is just such, well, in general, she went, this song, probably, somehow far away already.

There were a lot of options for this song, a lot of them.

I think that... For this song.

For this song, yes.

At least 20-30.

But it seems to me that this is our option remained the most...

We gathered on the ship, We hugged each other tenderly, We sang the lullabies,

We drank and smoked.

A day passed like never before.

We didn't talk.

We've seen each other, we haven't seen each other, we've been hurt for nothing, we've reconciled, we've met, we've made noise.

A year has passed like never before, we haven't talked.

So we lived on the ship And we were friends on the ship We didn't regret, we didn't waste Don't get bored, we gave Life went as it was We didn't talk

I can't help but join.

I have information here from social networks.

From all our broadcasts.

I can't help but join.

Several people write.

It's just some kind of holiday.

Not that word, friends.

For us, too, it's a holiday.

Listen, tell me, people are interested, and I'm interested.

Although I know about it.

But not everyone knows how you suddenly, Rezhan, ended up in Moscow.

Oh, thank you, dear friend.

Vadim, I want to say something.

Can I say two words?

First I will say, wait.

First I will say.

Okay.

We have a boss today.

I am the boss today.

The fact is that when you sang in the ensemble Domino, and I sang in the trio of the Geographical Faculty of the Moscow University, no one expected that it would become

We liked it a lot, but each of you, me and you, had your own professions.

How did it happen that you suddenly ended up here with a guitar?

Here, Vadim spoiled the Soviet connection, and I ruined the economy.

Oh, together?

Yes, and we actually succeeded.

The thing is that we came to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow, and to Moscow,

I remember one of the first take-offs, when five of us arrived, this is what I want to remember.

Can I?

No, you will tell it later, first I will tell it.

We are standing in front of the stage, you see.

Some guys perform, some we don't know yet, and one of them sings, sings, sings, and suddenly there is a whistle.

Not a whistle, but they start clapping.

Well, they clap, they whistle, you know.

Like, let's start from the stage.

And we are standing like this, thinking, well, now… Oh, my God.

I was 21 years old, I remember.

Yes, you see, where are we going to go now?

What will happen to us now?

We were very worried.

We went out and... And so on.

Nobody sang like that at that time.

And nobody sings like that now.

You know, and when in a month...

It's a fact.

I can say it here.

We're talking about the ensemble.

Nobody sang like that and nobody sings like that.

I'll tell you that.

Lyosha, can I say something?

And when in a month I get a call from Moscow, they say, buy Zhunval and Ganyok.

I buy a tin can and open it, and then our ensemble turns around.

I think, here it is, Slava!

Here it is, Slava!

1978, I think.

Here it is, yes.

Well, you see, our connection with Moscow has somehow improved.

And now your story.

My story is simple.

First, Oleg Chemachenko brought us here to Moscow.

For the first time, he is a very famous person, one of the three columns of the author's song.

Administrator.

Yes, he did many festivals, and then he did the Pushchensky Festival.

But in 1988, Evgeny Vasilyevich Dovin called me, whom we knew for a long time.

This is the man who produced all the cassettes, and in the future, both discs and songwriters.

The owner of Moscow windows.

I think he still has some cassettes and discs.

And he says, Vadim, why don't you come to Moscow, and I'll make you some financial conditions so that you can exist, so that you can earn yourself, please, go ahead.

Everything was fine.

We thought about it with Valera.

One of our third guys left.

He said that he would stay in Riga.

Valera and I took a risk.

In my opinion, we took a good risk.

The risk was justified.

We would like to thank Evgeny Vasilyevich Vdoivin.

He was the producer of Timur Shavov for many years.

Thank God, he helped you too.

Yes, he helped you many times.

Yevgeniy Vdovin produced the very first cassettes of Ivaschenko and Vasiliev.

Yevgeniy Vdovin in his Moscow Windows.

Moscow Windows is an enterprise that was in the basement.

In Sokol.

Yes, in Sokol.

There was a small studio, everyone was there, there were concerts, there was a lot of interesting things.

But the most interesting thing in this, you know what?

What will happen now is what I have wanted for a very long time.

Evgeny Vasilyevich Doin is here today.

He will take part in the program.

Come on, come on on stage.

Evgeniy Vasilyevich Dovin himself.

You know, I am also very grateful to the guys.

It was with them, with my brothers, Valera and Vadim Meshchuk, well, I will not say this word, there was such a small start of professional concert and tour activities.

At the most difficult time it was

At the end of the 80s or the very beginning of the 90s, there was still the Soviet Union, but already the Komsomol youth center, it was already possible to perform, to film halls.

And for the first time we went to Crimea with them.

Cards for cigarettes, cards for vodka, cards for sugar.

Somewhere they performed almost as a natural product.

A poultry farm, with chickens and so on.

Such a small start.

Well, something worked out, although, let's face it, the times were not very satisfying.

And since, by the way, our common friend and wonderful poet Lyosha Morozov, on some kind of a walkway in the basement of the Sosnovaya Alley,

On the motif of the Moscow corner of the indelible light, he wrote that our Riga friends walk in sadness, because the widows are not paid anything.

But we were young, and it was all great.

Tell us about the Crimean cigarettes.

When we were on the train, my parents gave me Prima cigarettes, which were in a roll.

It was a 5-meter roll.

Do you want to cut 15 centimeters?

Do you want to cut 30 centimeters?

Prima in a roll.

And so, slowly, something moved, and the guys got to know each other, got to know each other.

First they got to know each other, then they got married.

Well, in the end, two Muscovites came to Moscow, guys.

Thanks to Evgeny Vasilyevich Rudovin, who spent half a year in his estate, he is the same person who under the blue thick spruce,

I was lying in a hammock and writing a romance in a hammock 20 years ago about love and mosquitoes.

And now Yevgeny Vasilyevich spent half a year there with himself.

Under the same spruce.

Under the same spruce.

But nothing was written.

Yevgeny Vasilyevich.

And there will be a memorial plaque on the spruce, by the way.

Okay, let's not waste time talking about songs.

Yes, and I want to say one last thing.

Everyone is delighted that they finally saw you alive.

And one person wrote in one word with three exclamation marks.

It doesn't happen.

It doesn't happen.

But it happens, Evgeny Vasilyevich, once again.

Thank you.

Evgeny Vasilyevich Dovin.

We sing songs, songs, songs.

We are going to sing a song dedicated to our move to Moscow.

The lyrics are by Lev Losev.

The second line.

The second line.

The second line.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Let's go.

Знаем эти толстовские штучки С бородой лакованной льдом Из недельной московской отлучки

To return to the untouched house.

Soak the fireplace in the office, Serve the thief with wheat.

Bring me a glass of wine, Wake me up at dawn, I'll look at the frosty fog.

And sit down for a long novel.

It will be cold in this novel, The chapters will end as if suddenly.

Someone will sit on the couch And suck the long straw.

They will barely stand at the headboard, As the men stand in the yard.

And like a bridge, a small line will connect two short dates In the epilogue, when the old men will come to the cemetery by the river

Dostoevsky is still young, But there is something in him, there is something.

Young man shouts, young man, To win a thousand, so five or six.

We will pay the debts, and in the end There will be vodka, gypsies and caviar.

Ah, what a game will begin!

Затопите камин в кабинете Вороному задайте пшена Принесите мне рюмку вина Разбудите меня на рассвете

From Riga.

Tears of joy.

What else?

The whole world listens with such pleasure as never before.

This is truly inexplicable magic.

Explanable.

These are such people.

What can I explain here?

And I really liked this one with a very, very beautiful avatar.

Such a small post.

Boys, I adore you.

Did the girl write it?

I hope so.

You guessed it, Vadim.

Thank you.

You guessed it.

Vadim, here's a note.

If you have questions, peace, peace, if you have questions or wishes, please, I have everything here in front of my eyes, everything that is written on Facebook, VKontakte and YouTube, everything comes to me.

You know, I remember when we came to the Grusha Festival for the first time, there were three of us then, and we were present at such a conversation.

There is such a St. Petersburg author… Mikhail Treger.

Yes, Mikhail Treger.

And his correspondent, a local one, so to speak, asks, tell me, are you a bard?

He says, well…

I don't even know.

Well, have you written a hundred songs?

He says, well, he probably wrote.

So it's Bart.

Oh, great.

Strange story.

You know, when the notes come, I remember the name and even a few lines from this song.

But we wrote more.

Knock on the pocket, it won't ring.

If only I could be a celebrity

Then I'll go to Yalta to rest.

That's all that's left in the memory.

The beginning and the end, I remember.

There are no questions, there is pure delight.

Just remember all of them at once, the songs are so unexpected.

There are a lot of them.

Excuse me, there is a strange electronic note from the network.

It says, do we accept orders from us?

Can I see the doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

What doctor?

I don't know either.

Do you have a song about a doctor?

Do we?

Well, we... Or it's time for us to call a doctor?

We're all doctors of the soul.

I'm straining here.

Maybe we're making such an impression that it's time for us to call a doctor?

It's been a long time.

It's been a long time for everyone.

And not one, as I understand it.

A specialist.

A doctor in the hall.

Let me tell you a joke.

Is there a doctor in the hall?

Yes, there is.

And what?

Colleague, what the hell are we listening to?

A voluntary prison, can we?

Yes, you can.

Friends, you know, I remember the song of our century, and we had one of our girls in America, I remember, we were performing, and her tooth somehow broke off, right?

One of our directors.

We asked if there was a dentist in the hall.

The dentist came in a break.

Do you know what he did?

He said, friends, do you have a nail file?

She says, yes.

Now she says, close your eyes.

So, doctors are different.

It just doesn't happen.

About the doctor, I remembered something.

By the way, the song is written on the poem of Alisey Morozov.

Alisey Morozov is a doctor, a pediatrician, a psychoneurologist.

He was asked to sing Dobrovolnaya Terema.

Yes, he is a psychoneurologist, and he was a specialist in epilepsy at the time.

But it can be seen from his poems, I think.

I won't tell you how we met for a long time, because it's a very long, long, funny story.

It's sad at the same time.

But the first song we wrote with him... Men like it very much, women don't like it very much, but for some reason women like it the most.

They ask you to sing.

I'll sew a striped jacket at the cool port Jewel.

I'll put on a seat belt behind my ears.

And I dare to run away from the guard.

I'll buy a cauldron and hamsters.

I'll smile at my request.

And I'll run away from my homies, And I'll run away from my homies, And I'll run away from my homies, And I'll run away from my homies, And I'll run away from my homies,

I'll get to Zubovskaya Lika, I'll forget about Yermol forever.

And because I'm a sluggish beggar, I'll have to beg on my lap.

There is no free living, there is an opportunity from 3 to 7.

To smoke with the monument of Tolstoy, After all, he also left the family.

And his brother-in-law behind the wall, They say, went crazy.

Ah, family behind the wall, Voluntary prison.

Let the sparrows in the cage eat the bread, the chocolate, and the breadcrumbs.

And the consequences of our feast will not go to prison.

We will not let the executioners see how easy it is for us to breathe in life, how we have a great time with a fat man, drinking beer from a jar.

But the steam locomotive roars in Moscow They wash the tables in the Crimean cafe My trolleybus is already on the way And the driver is slightly under the chafe Silence without dog barking Will fall like an avalanche in the mountains Goodbye, Lev Nikolaevich It's time for me to go back

Barak.

Where the wind blows, to whistle.

And in Semyon, voluntary prison.

Oh my God

I don't know how, but Meshchuk is a well-deserved doctor of the soul.

Yes, friends.

Can I say two words?

You know, 25 years ago, I remember, we had a friend from Lipetsk, she was an extra-sense, and she invited us to an extra-sense meeting in Lipetsk.

And so, I remember, we were performing, we were singing, we were starting to sing.

My first string breaks.

I set it.

And I can set it very quickly.

I have a record of 40 seconds.

Then after 10 minutes the second string breaks.

Another 40 seconds.

Another 40 seconds.

Another string breaks.

Another 40 seconds.

And here comes a note from the hall.

Guys.

Hold on.

Yes, hold on.

We are with you.

30 doctors and ambulance.

Friends, a few questions that need to be answered.

The question is, do you no longer sing with Leonid Sergeevich?

We sing, we sing, we sing all the time.

Tell us, please, where and when will you perform in the near future?

Friends, in December we will have a concert in Luzhne-Ukhara.

I don't remember the number now, but I think you can find it on the Internet.

Who?

The people know, December 17th.

People know, December 17th.

Here, in the big hall, there was a performance by Leonid Sergeyev.

The program is called again, 30 years under the fly.

But not because the song is under the fly, but because at one time we had a record, it was called, well, I won't call it now.

In general, the first song was, the record is big, yes.

The first song was fly, the rest are under it, so the song is under fly.

Excellent.

Accordingly, you have the 24th of August?

We have, yes.

Literally on the next day, November 24, Valera and I will have a concert here in Nizhny Novgorod.

Come.

Lyosha, we invite you.

We will sing songs of different ages.

The program is called Sobachiy Holod.

I don't even know what we will sing now.

Can you sing something, Lesha?

You know what I can do?

I can answer a few questions.

I will sing one song.

Alexey Igorevich, when will you repeat the Zoloshka?

We miss it.

We will repeat the Zoloshka.

Dmitry Levych will return from America at the beginning of December, which we all hope for very much.

I would think about it.

But no, I'm kidding, he will return, of course.

I remember your concerts, but I forgot mine.

On the 24th and 27th of December, if I'm not mistaken,

In December, in the Central House of Writers, we play in a row, with an interval of a couple of days, we play our Cinderella.

Who doesn't know what it is?

This is the story that Dmitry Lvovich Bykov came up with in response to the request of the musical theater, which asked him to write for them

He wrote a New Year's play, a fairy tale, Zoloshka.

But when they began to put it on, it turned out that it was not quite childish.

It's not quite like Perot.

Well, imagine what Dmitry Levych Bykov can do.

With a simple Soviet Cinderella.

It's strange to say, yes.

In fact, it's all wildly smart, with brilliant lyrics.

And I, of course, immediately grabbed and began to write music.

Well, when I had already written five musical numbers,

and came with them to the director of the musical theater, Mikhail Shishutkov, he said, Alexey Igorevich, I'm sorry, but we have already ordered Raymond Paulus into the music.

Well, who?

Who am I?

Who is Paulus?

I say, well, okay, let Paulus now write.

Paulus wrote, everything is fine, they put it, but something did not work out for them.

Sometimes they don't like it, sometimes they don't put it here.

The director was changed, the second was changed.

Then they realized that it was necessary to change the text a little.

They replaced one text, another, the third.

And then they called the wonderful poet Sergei and screenwriter Sergei Plotov.

And he completely rewrote the whole Zolushka from beginning to end.

And instead of Zolushka, Bykova and Vashchenko, there is a show about Zolushka, Plotov and Pauls with success.

And we were offended.

Dima and I rubbed it all over each other.

He says, well, let's play it ourselves.

I say, how?

Well, we need Zolushka there.

He says, let's take someone from Zolushka.

In short, now this action is called Zolushka, author's reading by roles with singing songs and insignificant dances.

Everything is not as it was with Perot.

Zoloshka does not lose her temper at all.

She, without 5 minutes 12, puts him in the prince's face so that he does not stop.

Because the prince has a rather disgusting character.

Krestnaya, appearing, sings her weekend aria.

Being a Krestnaya mother is harder than being a father.

A serious businessman has chosen his face.

And the mice, in the second act, turning into horses, sing.

Reliable in pursuit, fast and nimble, we are glorious horses.

We just don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like cats.

But while they are still mice, while they are still mice in the first action, they get out of the holes.

When you're in a cozy evening dream In your swing You just don't know who's the boss in the house

And the main thing in the house is a mouse.

And the main thing in the house is a mouse.

A mouse is warmth.

A mouse is comfort.

Peace in the house, that is.

Well, will we eat a lot?

And happiness for the whole family.

And happiness for the whole family.

Our pisk is pleasant for your ears.

Give us a cake.

Good people make bad mice.

заводят кошку.

Мы движемся тихо, мы прячемся в нише, отзывчивы и просты.

Ведь люди, по сути, такие же мы,

Although the mice have tails Although the mice have tails And our tails are not so simple We sweep them like a mop To help in the winter night

You just don't know who's the boss in the house.

And the main thing in the house is a mouse.

And the main thing in the house is a mouse.

And the main thing in the house

And the last thing I want to say about concerts.

In two days, I remember this, in two days there will be a grandiose concert.

And with a probability of 99.99%, I will even broadcast it, despite the fact that it takes place not on Thursday, but on Sunday.

Sunday is two days, right?

Friday, Saturday?

Well, three.

Well, how to count?

It doesn't matter.

In the Academy Jazz Club, on Sunday, November 21, I perform with a team of absolutely amazing musicians.

Such musicians that I will not even play the guitar there.

Just keep that in mind.

As usual, the broadcast will not start from the very beginning, and those of you who come there will see the first part of this amazing action.

That's all.

Let me remind you that today we have all four easy ways to help musicians.

And the program ends on Thursday materially.

And I must say, they work well, judging by what's going on here.

Friends, while Alexey is singing about the mouse, we want to sing...

I remember Leonid Sergeev.

Let's sing the song that Valera and I... You know, we have a program, I already told you, but we sing only 2-3 songs.

A couple of songs.

Yes, a couple of songs in this program.

Here is one of them, which is on the poem of Leonid Sergeev, which is dedicated to our friends, bard, composer, poet, artist, writer and artist, who have to travel a lot and on different types of transport.

We fly away, we don't fly away To land somewhere In the hall opposite the border This is the right rumble And on the road we understand That we are flying to our relatives Where they will give us water to drink And we will remember

The winds are flying in the clouds.

Airplanes are flying in the sky behind them.

Guiding men with handkerchiefs.

Guiding songs are being sung.

Guiding men with handkerchiefs.

We sing our farewell songs.

We fly away, we fly away, We fly away, we fly away, We sail away, we sail away, To the moon and to the weather.

We put our hands in the water, We shade the foam trail, And on the way we understand That not days, but years are flying, And the deck is moving to the cajón.

Oh, the color is not clear.

The scythes were curled up on the flanks.

He disperse their flock, and the anchor was broken.

The handkerchiefs that accompanied him in his hands.

Provozhaemye pesenki v boju, Provozhaeshiye mnot platki v rogach, Provozhaemye pesenki v boju.

We sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away, we sail away,

Everything is running somewhere, the hands on the clock.

On the farewell, only five minutes.

Visiting minutes, hands on the clock.

Visited songs are not sung.

Thank you.

That's such a simple song.

Guys, huge greetings to you from different countries of the world.

The question is, do deaf people need QR codes in their nests?

No!

You don't need QR codes!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them!

You don't need them

Offline, of course.

You have a priority.

You chose it and bought it.

And they are still unknown.

Okay, let's go.

You know, we have a pretty old song, written in the 80s.

I even have a little story about this song.

You know, we perform, and Alexey did it too, of course, and now he does it too.

We perform at different national concerts, where there are many different artists.

Stradis, rockers, and so on.

And I remember, at the end of the 80s, somewhere in some big hall, we performed, led a show by Vladimir Menshov, led a concert by Vladimir Menshov, do you remember?

He was such an artist, right?

And also from the first channel.

And we sang the song, the so-called monologue of Judas.

We thought that for some reason we decided that instead of singing what was there, we would sing such a serious song.

And Vladimir Minishov comes up to me and says, Vadim, I want this song

What year was it?

The end of the 80s.

I play the song of the year.

I dream that this song will be on the song of the year.

He says, no problem.

I give him the phonogram.

A week later he calls me and says, the editor told me that this is not the format.

I said, what format?

And he said, the format at that time was, apples on the snow, pink on white, what not to do with them.

This was the format.

You know, it's not really a format now, in my opinion.

Well, once asked.

And it's wonderful.

Monologue on the poem of the Georgian poet Mikhail Klevitsa, translated by Evgeny Evtushenko.

By the way, in the same hall, I remember, two months before the end, he called me and asked me to sing this song at his concert.

Although he heard it earlier, but he wanted to hear it live.

On the mountain slopes, the wind, the stars and the pass

And the teacher said to us, with a hidden pain, the cock will not have time to scream three times.

I will be someone of you.

The teacher was in the corner of the hall.

We could not say a word in response, As if at once all the vulgar anger Sat down on the edge of our table.

The teacher warmed us up with a smile.

But in her, the sadness flowed secretly And gradually, as if it were a change.

The rooster's cry behind the windows has faded.

We were silent and the mountain peaks.

The time has passed through the clouds, the light has penetrated.

And the first cry was given to two souls.

Like the conscience of my pre-mortal cry.

The wind was blowing like a feather, like a feather.

So the sky was scattered, and the second cry was spread all over the universe.

But there was no traitor, no wife.

Так неужели ты ошибся, пастырь?

Учитель, ясновидец и пророк Святыня рухнет, разобьется насмерть Когда слова не сбудутся в свой срок

Betrayal without a low calculation Is it possible that God will not answer?

But God will die forever If someone, according to the prophecy, does not betray God

And I have decided to stand over myself for centuries.

I will cry for him alive, turning my mouth away, To sacrifice a man to Jesus, Saving this Lord Christ.

Hurry up, hurry up, the night is coming to an end.

And in this bloodied night I kissed the teacher in the mouth.

To let him know, well done!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,

And my light soul Has become hard for me And my light soul Has become hard for me

Она со мною мается, Она мурета поет, Поет как...

He's getting ready for a flight, for a flight, for a flight He's singing He's getting ready for a flight, for a flight, for a flight

By chance, by accident, Not crying, not blaming, Lives in her own secret, Hidden from me.

I'm sleeping, she's not sleeping But only her eyes will close She's flying, flying, flying But only her eyes will close

Fly, fly, fly.

For me, this sound of Meshchukovsky is like Dudochka Krasalova.

It can be said.

These were the poems of Vitaly Kalashnikov, whose birthday could have been today.

It would have been fulfilled.

Yes, it would have been fulfilled.

Do you know that today, 103 days,

103 days.

103 years.

Since the day of the proclamation, the drum roll, in the Republic of Latvia.

In Latvia today is a day off, a state holiday.

And here they write to me, here they write, friends, Latvians celebrate Latvia 103 years since its birth, and here we have such a gift.

Friends.

Friends, you know, I remember when we were long ago.

There is no prophet in his motherland.

The last time we were, I think, in Riga, we gave a concert 10 years ago.

We were in a big hall, there was a beat.

And the Latvians themselves told us, we need to know the political situation, that once Latvia was the face of one union, and now, excuse me, the ass of another.

Well, I don't know, it's too sad.

Listen, guys, I'll read a few lines.

First of all, it hits me very accurately.

You can't tell me more precisely.

I knew Vitaly Kalashnik very well.

We were friends.

A completely amazing, incredible person.

It was a ridiculous, absolute death.

And you can't tell me more precisely about this song than this person wrote.

Am I crying or am I feeling it?

Vitalik, yes.

Yes.

He was a bright person.

Friends!

What do you have?

We have a lot of things.

What do you have?

Let's sing a song that is more life-affirming.

We have the New Year soon, friends, so I think it's time for us to get ready for the New Year and go to the bazaar with QR codes.

With a QR code to the bazaar, to the bazaar, to the bazaar, to buy... To buy another QR code, a QR code, how to say it correctly?

Yes, a lot of topics have appeared again.

With a QR code to the bazaar... Lyosha, how do you say it?

No problem, Lyosha.

Guys, the more you sing, the more happiness humanity has.

Once we remember about Riga, we will sing one more song.

I have one more.

I'm very tired.

Which one?

Which one?

And let's sing, you know, not about the Liga, but I want to sing the song... Something like that, right?

Okay, friends, let's sing the lyrics of Arseny Tarkovsky, you know...

What about the New Year?

Why do you refuse?

The New Year is at the end, friends.

I have one song that I read about tears, I can't listen to it calmly.

Vadik and Valera somehow managed to reveal in this poem the inner melody contained in it.

There are, of course, stories.

In general, he sang our songs.

You know, at one time a famous singer sang many of our songs.

Sergey Zakharov.

Do you remember Sergey Zakharov?

He sang our songs.

He sang our songs.

He sang a lot of our songs.

And now it happened that he is not with us for a long time.

I remember, the poet sings, but there is absolutely no feedback from him.

And suddenly we meet him at some joint concert, and he stands so beautifully in a coat.

We look at him and say, Sergey, sing such and such songs.

He says, I sing.

Here are the authors in front of you.

He says, you know what to do?

I said, is that all?

He said, that's all for now.

That's great.

Is that all?

That's all for now.

Well, one of these... Well, this song, it's already gone, yes.

Well, since, so to speak, our beloved presenter...

Even our young...

Sorry, your friend Katya Guseva also sings this song.

Yes, by the way, yes.

Yes, she sings it with pleasure.

A female version, yes.

Yes, well, it's already...

The original will be now.

Yes, it will be now, as it is written in the poem by Arseny Tarkovsky.

Then there were raindrops Flowing from the light into the shadows By chance For the first time we met

And on another day And only the clouds in the fog Around the dim lanterns Have told you

заранее о близости любви моей поведали тебе заранее о близости любви моей как слезы капли

Your tears shone on my face And I still don't know what Madness we will live through

I don't know what madness we will live through

I hear your distant voice We can't help each other And the rain knocks on the roof all night

As it was then, knocking all night And the rain knocks on the roof all night As it was then, knocking all night

Thank you.

As for the New Year, we have already come here.

We will go to the bazaar, to the bazaar, to the bazaar to buy a cat-coo-ar.

It's a refined rhythm, isn't it?

Not a coo-ar-cat, but a cat-coo-ar.

Refined.

20 years ago... 20 years ago on the cheek...

He has a device.

In a good sense.

At our concert in Ufa we sang... What did we sing?

A high wave is visible from the shore.

Now the whole hall wants to repeat... We came from Ufa on purpose.

To sing... Who is from Ufa now, friends?

Ufians?

Well done.

You can introduce yourself.

Well done.

Well, friends, if it's a steamer, then it's a steamer.

That's not the right word.

Well, then we'll all sing together.

That's not the right word.

Just keep in mind, we'll be silent, and you'll sing.

I will say that this song was dedicated to the Grushin Festival in the early 90s, when the festival was over.

And on Monday, almost all of us, including Alexei, all of us got on a steamboat and went to Samara with a company.

That's what we were dedicated to.

The ship sails away, sails away, sails away.

In the early morning smoke of China, the people are being escorted.

And the coastal gales are sinking in a foam ring.

То ли ветер выпил слезы То ли брызги на лицах Высокая волна

from the shore is not visible, and the shore is poorly visible behind the wave.

And everyone looks back, and the sun beats in the eyes, rocking the shadows behind the back.

Uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet, uplyvayet,

Now you sing the chorus.

Well done.

And together with us now, let's do it again.

A high wave is visible from the shore, but the shore is poorly visible by the wave.

and everyone looks back, and the sun beats his eyes, swinging money behind his back.

Can I?

Friends, thank you.

I have a little story about how this song became famous.

You know, it's impossible not to tell.

Sorry, our friends.

You may have heard about this story abroad, but now, probably, no one has heard it.

We composed this song, I think, in 1990 with Lenin Sergeyev.

And in 1990 we sang it at the Grusha Festival, on all the fires, on everything, on everything, on everything, on all the stages.

And so, I think, 1991.

And this year, 350,000 people came to the Grusha Festival.

You can't imagine what it is.

It's almost like a TV city.

And the organizers thought that it was necessary to meet the natural needs of the people.

And they built huge toilets, sorry to say, meters by 100 meters in length.

And they were fenced with rubyroids.

And 100 of these glasses.

I remember… Five in the morning.

Six.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Five in the morning, when the dew was still there.

We were drinking until the morning.

We were drinking again.

I go to do my easy business in this strange place.

At this time, a young man runs and also does his easy business.

I understood that the song became famous.

The song became famous.

Friends, we are approaching the end of our banquet, but there are a few songs that cannot be without.

First of all, what do you want to sing?

Yes, we want to sing another song, which is dedicated, friends, to all of us, on the poem of Alexei Morozov.

You know, first of all, to us, probably to you, Lesha, to our friends, and maybe to you too.

But here it is a path, I would say, you know, we always go somewhere, and we go there too.

We were young, sober, And thin, moderately sober, And with guitars we rode On the outskirts of the whole of Russia.

Those who liked it, they sang along, And poured wine into a glass.

And having let the guitar go around, We were beating each other.

So in Lipetsk,

Значит в Липецке Будет выпить с кем Будет выпить с кем Запаслись пивком Да орехами Ну поехали Ну поехали А как рухнул железный занавес Мы дышать обучались заново И глотали ветра на станциях

Either in Italy or in France And they traveled half of Germany With an unchangeable ruble in their pockets And taught them to drink with glasses It's a pity that their vodka is bad And here in Lipetsk And here in Lipetsk Who will drink with whom?

Who will drink with whom?

Zavazli s pivkom tarikhami, Nu poekhali, nu poekhali.

Ah, kakimi my byli naivnimi, Brali dolg falshivimi grivnami, No dolgi vazvrashali pervimi, Trudovimi krovnimi evrami.

Not every beauty has a bitch.

Our pictures hang on the wall.

And don't make eyes for me, girl.

Yes, I'm a grandfather.

I remember how on the island of Bering The Aleuts waved from the shore From Nikolsky to America.

An hour with a motorbike, and you won't believe it.

But we didn't come out in good shape.

They won't let us go to California, so we won't go fishing.

We'll take two placards to Lipetsk.

There, in Lipetsk, there, in Lipetsk, we'll have a drink with someone, we'll have a drink with someone.

Thank you very much, Alexey Ivachnik, for inviting us today at the end of Thursday.

Hooray!

To all of you too!

And here, on this high note, I want to remember the story that Vadik once told.

The story of the songs of our century, when the songs of our century were performed in America.

Vadya, tell us about the concert itself.

It was a little different.

I remember when we could go to Odessa.

We were singing in Odessa.

And at the end of the concert, there was a small pause.

There was a full audience, several thousand people.

Applause from Gennady.

And from the back row there was a very serious Odessa girl.

And she said, «What, the sun won't rise?»

It won't be like that.

The sun won't be like that.

Today, when Vadim says, we're finishing, I say, won't there be a sparrow?

Friends, without a sparrow...

That is, without the crow, without the crow.

Without the crow, right?

Well, then, friends, let's start.

You know, guys, wait just one second.

I want to say that each author has songs that are dear to themselves, dear to other people.

But there are songs that are just like, I don't know, like guns shooting at you and lifting you from the ground.

This is one of them.

I adore it.

Yuri Levitas.

I've been where you've never been.

I've seen what you've never seen.

There, standing on one foot, I tell you, life is still beautiful.

Yes, I say, life is still beautiful.

Even when it's hard and when it's dangerous.

Even when it's unbearable, almost terrible.

Life, I say, life.

It's still beautiful here.

I look back, the road is far away.

Here I look ahead, there is not much ahead.

What is there behind the cities and countries?

There were women, Jeanne and Marie, Annas.

There was friendship and loyalty, enmity and evil.

Komiya zemli skuchali o kryshku groba, Starits kharon nad temnayu toy rekayu, Laskava tak pamakyva mne rukayu.

Nitochka zhizni, shalik neprochno svity, Zypky tymon nadzhydy, tymok sablazno,

Pereshtopny, miaty, bity, Zhizn, govoryu ye, zhizn vse rovno prekrasna.

Neba bagroba krasna pered vaskhodom,

I went down the forest in the frost, it's clear around me.

Hello, my friend-whore, Happy New Year!

It's cold, brother, but it's still beautiful.

Hello, my friend-whore, Happy New Year!

It's cold, brother, but it's still beautiful.

Thank you, dear.

Well, Alexey, let's...

Let's remember our youth, let's remember 1999, when we started recording the songs of our century.

I remember, you know, we wrote this in the church, at the Melodia company, but not a computer, but even a 24-channel tape recorder, I remember, right?

Yes, yes, yes, such a film was there.

And we stood, all 12 of us were there, we stood around one microphone.

It was fun for some, not so much for some.

I would say so.

Like how Lyosha broke his fake headphones in his heart.

He is hot, of course.

We are also hot.

We are also hot, but we are Latvian guys.

And these songs will stay with us for the rest of our lives.

I think they will stay with us till the end.

Here, as if from the beginning, the fate begins At the concrete pier, at the last post Here, in the distance, the storms remained Here, the earth is already close Here, with the head of a goat, I, having combed the rocks And these few minutes will hardly be forgotten Here, when they were waiting for me

А теперь уже не жду.

Белой пеной мягкой лапы Бьются волны о маяк.

Я схожу себе по трапу, Я схожу себе по трапу В независимый моряк.

But the distant seas are calling us all the time.

Everyone is sailing somewhere, picking up anchors.

So we are judging from someone.

As they left the pier, so they leave us.

People are like ships in the sea.

Good-bye, dear, you have neither fluff nor feathers.

Let others meet with you, only brave ones.

Just sing a song Pampararam Pampararam Pampararam

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Thank you very much, dear friends!

Thank you, friends.

Don't get sick, that's the main thing.

We are all vaccinated.

Thank you.