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they will tell about our time when we come00:01:11
to us they will point and tell your son to be straight,00:01:16
take your overcoat, cover your shoulders when the frost is too much,00:01:19
and forgive them, there was nothing to00:01:27
cover immortality, nakedness,00:02:05
there is a thirst for creativity the ability to create on00:02:13
stone, to lay stone, to00:02:14
introduce scaffolding of buildings, not to sleep at night for00:02:18
days on end, to go hungry, to rise to the stars and00:02:20
fall to your knees, to remain poor and deaf, to go00:02:26
up with your era to the00:02:30
level and to drink water from those healing rivers00:02:33
that Beethoven himself touched, to take00:02:37
plaster in his hands, to bow on a stretcher00:02:40
to contain the whole world in one breath with00:02:42
one stroke and00:02:45
to put it on the canvas alive for me without finishing00:02:51
leaving the brushes of my son to convey the colors of00:02:55
his land so that a century later everyone was also00:03:00
crushing the clay and they couldn’t come up with anything better00:03:10
and at the last meeting with the major the poet Boris00:03:13
Slutsky I remembered in October 1941,00:03:18
one of the most difficult days for Moscow,00:03:20
October 16 or 17, the Germans were advancing00:03:24
somewhere near Mozhaisk, on such a day on00:03:27
Herzen Street00:03:28
I met for the last time Koll00:03:30
Mayorov, gloomy, big-browed, unhurried, slow,00:03:34
kind, with a bear on his lips, and I I00:03:37
’m going to the military registration and enlistment office to sign up for the army,00:03:46
there’s a metallic sound in my voice, I00:03:54
entered life heavy and straight, not everything00:03:58
will die, not everything will be included in the catalog, but just00:04:01
let a descendant, under my name, discern in the00:04:06
archival trash a00:04:08
piece of hot land faithful to us, where we00:04:14
passed with charred mouths and courage,00:04:19
like a banner,00:04:22
we carried the fires and let the rivers flow;00:04:26
you missed the sky and the water; the stubborn life00:04:30
in every person is marked by the iron of00:04:33
the environment; so in us, in the heat of the past, signs of the past;00:04:38
and as a loved one, ask your wives; centuries will pass00:04:45
and you will be lied to by the portraits where the course of our life00:04:48
is depicted; we were high00:04:52
Rousseau hair and you will read in books as a00:04:56
myth about people who left did not fall in love00:04:59
without finishing the last cigarette when the battle for me is00:05:04
not eternal and the scania of steep paths to the00:05:08
final height of the world were preserved in00:05:10
bronze sculptures in newspaper columns in00:05:13
sketches on canvas00:05:15
but as time went on the rivers changed their course and we lived00:05:22
without wasting unnecessary words so that we could come to you00:05:27
only in oral retellings until in the gray00:05:31
prose of our diaries we took the flame with our00:05:36
bare hands, opened our chests to the wind from the00:05:40
ladle, drew water in full sips and00:05:43
fell in love with a woman00:05:46
slowly and walked forward and fell and ate in the00:05:51
windings rough legs dragging we saw00:05:53
how women00:05:54
looked at our crazy trumpeter who00:05:58
trumpeted the00:05:59
world does not put the belt at anything, the belt00:06:05
slid down the side of the shoulder, he also00:06:10
left the woman at home without looking back, even with00:06:13
the heat the stone was hard, rocky ledges were00:06:18
surrounded on almost all sides,00:06:21
they looked up and the sky was as pure as the00:06:28
bright forehead of an abandoned wife,00:06:33
this is how I write, even if the words are not precise and the syllables are00:06:39
heavy and the expressions are rude,00:06:41
but the whole world has passed over us, I have heard that00:06:47
thirst has straightened the lips with the heat, the world is kkk, but00:06:52
for the air they are open, it has been passed by us,00:06:56
passed to the end, and it’s good that our hands00:07:00
smell00:07:01
gloomy songs of faithful lead and no matter how the00:07:04
memory of the years brings us,00:07:06
we will not be forgotten because in the age of the whole00:07:11
planet, making the weather, we even got dressed00:07:18
words man00:07:23
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January forty-two Bagritsky went00:07:48
into the active army he was sent to the00:07:51
army newspaper courage on the Volkhov00:07:53
front to the editorial office a short-sighted00:07:57
man with glasses appeared,00:07:59
dressed almost in summer clothes, although it was a00:08:02
harsh military winter, one of00:08:06
his colleagues recalls that it began with continuous battles,00:08:10
it was necessary to break through the00:08:13
ring of the siege of Leningrad at all costs, which00:08:14
was going through the tragic days store00:08:17
40-degree frosts and the advancing soldiers00:08:21
were knee-deep00:08:23
Bagritsky was in the snow almost the entire time with the00:08:27
advancing shock units,00:08:32
we00:08:34
lay in the snow for two days, no one said I was frozen, I00:08:37
couldn’t see us and our blood boiled, the Germans00:08:41
sat by hot fires, but in winning we00:08:44
must be able to wait for a long time, I waited and00:08:48
endured the dawn rose through the black trees. there was00:08:52
darkness descending into the black trees, but00:08:55
lie quietly since there was no order, the minute of battle had not yet00:08:59
come, they listened to the00:09:01
snow melting in a fist, someone else's words in a foreign00:09:05
language, I know that everyone in these hours00:09:09
remembered all the songs that he knew, he00:09:12
remembered his son,00:09:13
since at home the son counted the February stars, the00:09:18
rocket floats up and dusk is tearing now, don’t00:09:22
wait comrade ahead, we surrounded their00:09:24
dugouts,00:09:25
we took half of them alive from and the corporal,00:09:28
where are you running, the bullet will catch up with your heart, he00:09:32
committed himself now to rest, answer00:09:36
letters and again set off on the road,00:09:43
we had to go through a lot of roads, we understood the price of war,00:09:48
who, having met a woman on the way,00:09:51
was overcome and he doesn’t remember his wife,00:09:54
she was standing against the wall, leaning against the frozen00:09:59
thin shoes with big eyes, looking00:10:02
at us with her00:10:03
son in her arms, the German set my hut on fire, my00:10:08
little son was driven into a trench,00:10:12
no one could go out into the street, bullets in the forehead appeared,00:10:15
we didn’t see the sun for 5 months and only00:10:19
crawled00:10:21
out of the sticky soot at night and through the mud and darkness we00:10:25
got out secretly,00:10:26
let my son know, let him see for himself that we00:10:38
call this broken house of the icy star the moon of the forest homeland I believed you would come back I believed00:10:43
I waited and slowly a tear welled up on a00:10:50
pale cheek flowed onto the corpses of the Germans00:10:55
circling the crow lies to the west our path to the00:11:01
woman of00:11:02
this wasp is not her comrade, don’t forget on00:11:12
February 26, 194200:11:15
he sat down in Bagritsky died at the age of 1900:11:27
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they are Kogan it is he in 1937 who wrote to the00:11:46
brigantine00:11:48
tired of talking and arguing and loving00:11:51
tired eyes filibuster scam on the distant00:11:54
sea the brigantine raises sails in in the forty-00:12:00
second year, after completing the00:12:03
military translator course,00:12:04
Lieutenant Pavel Kogan was sent to the00:12:06
active army, first he served as a00:12:09
translator, then as an assistant to the chief of00:12:11
staff of the regiment for intelligence.00:12:15
There is such precision in our days that the00:12:20
boys of other centuries will probably00:12:23
cry at night during the Bolsheviks and00:12:26
will complain to their dear ones that they were not born in00:12:30
those years when it rang and smoked on00:12:33
the shore crashing into the water, they will invent us00:12:36
again, an oblique fathom, a firm step and00:12:40
find the right foundation, but I won’t be able to breathe like00:12:45
we did, how we were friends, how we lived as if in00:12:48
a hurry,00:12:49
we composed bad songs about00:12:51
amazing deeds, we were all sorts of things00:12:55
any00:12:56
not very smart, sometimes we loved our girls,00:12:59
jealous, tormented, hot, we were all sorts of things,00:13:03
but we understood torment in our days, we00:13:07
had such a fate that let them envy and00:13:11
not they will invent us and we will be wise,00:13:14
strict, straight, they will stop and with00:13:17
powder00:13:18
and still we will get through we and let me00:13:22
seem narrow to them and all lordship and I00:13:26
grieve, I am a patriot,00:13:28
I am Russian air, I love Russian land, I00:13:34
believe that nowhere else in the world can you00:13:37
find another like it, so that it smells like that at dawn,00:13:40
so that there is a smoky wind on the sands, and where else00:13:44
will you find such birches as in mine edge00:13:47
I sigh like a dog00:13:50
from nostalgia in any coconut area00:13:56
[music]00:14:12
Vsevolod Loboda00:14:15
was a machine gunner artilleryman fought00:14:19
near Leningrad Old Russia00:14:21
under the Great Bows and in the Baltic states00:14:29
suddenly sorrow and in my heart I don’t believe that the00:14:34
log dugout is empty, that you will00:14:38
no longer be met at the door and smile00:14:44
You can’t easily give honor to misfortune, believe the00:14:48
layer and00:14:50
quickly, was your path cut short by a shell, the00:14:55
bed on which you rested an00:14:58
hour ago was still crushed when the soldiers were raised to battle00:15:04
through the smoke, led forward to the enemy camp, the00:15:07
fighters seemed to have forged steel, an00:15:11
invulnerable brave captain,00:15:14
something worthy of memory for a long time who lived a00:15:19
century of decision without fear, who went forward00:15:23
as a worker and a warrior and met00:15:26
his last hour with his chest, he was so calm00:15:32
and frantic in conversation, a friend in battles, a00:15:36
veteran, he lived and died to the00:15:40
staunch communists, my commander,00:15:44
comrade captain,00:15:52
don’t cry, don’t we forget about you, and00:15:57
retreating, they saw in a dream Khmelnytsky on a00:16:00
rearing horse, he called for victory, rising00:16:02
from the ancient were, and now00:16:05
unheard-of happiness came true, meet us Kiev00:16:09
along the battle route to the Dnieper, angry00:16:12
units came to be baptized in your name, unable to00:16:20
joyfully choose to weigh as00:16:23
if the city was called, come on, I’m addressed Kiev00:16:27
Pavlovskaya 10 I’m writing a message in a cramped00:16:31
dugout a letter will see stormy nights when00:16:35
the grams are rolling towards the hem when assault troops are still00:16:38
combing the squares and houses along the00:16:42
pavements with00:16:43
rustling leaves, liberation will come00:16:47
soon, believe me, for the00:16:49
first time in two years, not with a butt without00:16:53
a shout, there will be a soft knock on the door, my00:16:58
sick grandfather will rise with the bed will come in00:17:04
cheerful 1 postman from the private00:17:08
saved vote hello hand over to the waiting00:17:12
Uslon00:17:13
the old man will open the windows in a noisy world an autumn00:17:18
day similar to spring and the sun to00:17:22
settle in the apartment where I was born00:17:25
in the last war00:17:43
I used to think the lieutenant sounds pour00:17:47
on and I know the topography he stomps on the gravel00:17:53
and ours is not fireworks at all, but simply00:17:57
difficult work when, black from sweat, the00:18:03
infantry slides upward through the plowed land, marching and clay in a00:18:08
chomping stomp and to the marrow of the bones of00:18:12
frozen feet, it is welling up on you with00:18:16
the weight of a month’s bread, singing on the fighters and00:18:21
buttons like the00:18:23
scales of heavy orders, there would be a shortage of din00:18:29
homeland00:18:30
with daily couples homeland from the first days of00:18:37
the war Mikhail Kulchitsky at the front in00:18:40
forty-two graduated from a machine gun at a00:18:43
mortar school and was sent to the00:18:45
Stalingrad front00:18:47
died on January 19, 1943, here every00:18:58
house stands like a dot and anti-00:19:02
aircraft guns stretch in the darkness from the roof into the sky like spiers on00:19:05
the Kremlin00:19:06
as a sign that at this hour my land is closer to the Kremlin00:19:10
and even the houses00:19:13
around the Kremlin seem closer to each other on the windows white crosses00:19:17
flash in a hurry the same cross00:19:20
you will put up Moscow on all enemies and past the00:19:23
square the bridges of the00:19:25
patrolman on horseback remain gouged you are00:19:29
even dearer to me and everyone I feel an explosion or fire00:19:33
in any of your houses as a blow to00:19:38
my heart, but we will heal every house and there00:19:43
will be light in the windows; we will build a palace of councils00:19:47
as a monument to victories and draw a00:19:53
spotlight of rays over the sky over Moscow and from behind00:19:56
there native Muscovites march into battle, not the00:20:02
worst thing in the world it is to be00:20:07
calmed I praise Kotovsky’s mind00:20:11
which an hour before execution his faceted body was00:20:16
tormented by Japanese gymnastics the00:20:21
worst thing in the world is to be calmed I00:20:25
praise the brave boys who in a strange00:20:29
city00:20:30
write poems in the morning washed down with water llama00:20:34
teeth bite blue smoke00:20:38
the worst thing in the world is to be00:20:42
calmed I praise the soldater of the revolution00:20:47
dreaming over the stanza at the sawing00:20:51
trees falling on the machine gun00:21:09
Siberian Georgy Suvorov defended Moscow in the00:21:13
forty-first defended and liberated00:21:17
Leningrad I will remember them when for the first time to the00:21:25
world the bright gifts in a flying swarm of gold00:21:29
crossed the fires beyond Narva forward to the west00:21:38
the price of these words we understood when in the hot00:21:41
dust we stormed the walls of cities at the cost of00:21:44
superhuman efforts forward to the west a00:21:50
daring dream I know no one will stop us00:21:54
kisses the land Russian lips recaptured at the cost of00:21:57
soldiers' blood even though we haven't gone00:22:01
halfway let the star go into the night00:22:05
wearily00:22:06
now we'll go west00:22:11
go forward at all costs a few00:22:17
days before his death, Georgy Suvorov00:22:20
wrote in the mornings, black smoke billows,00:22:26
your home must be torn apart by it and a00:22:30
charred bird falls,00:22:32
achieved by a mad fire, even on00:22:37
white nights we dream of00:22:41
living mountains of blue acacias and in them as messengers of lost love00:22:46
enthusiastic nightingales are still at war, but we00:22:51
stubbornly believe that there will be a day, we will drink00:22:55
the pain to the dregs, the00:22:56
wide world will open its doors to us again with the00:23:01
blossoming of the new, there will be silence, the00:23:04
last enemy, the last well-aimed shot00:23:07
and the first glimpse of the morning, like glass,00:23:11
my dear friend, how quickly, how00:23:18
quickly is our time passed in00:23:22
memories, we won’t grieve, why00:23:25
cloud the clarity with sadness,00:23:29
we lived our good life as people and for00:23:34
people00:23:35
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Нам дороги эти позабыть нельзя. Стихи поэтов, погибших на фронтах Великой Отечественной войны ▶Подписаться на канал "Советское телевидение": https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiVZttFkdEwMi3QXpRqFTzQ?sub_confirmation=1 Год производства: 1985 Великая Отечественная война. Победа в ней стоила миллионы жертв. Среди убитых солдат и офицеров было немало поэтов - молодых, талантливых, подававших большие надежды. Павел #Коган, Михаил #Кульчицкий, Николай #Майоров, Всеволод #Багрицкий, Георгий #Суворов, Всеволод #Лобода - всех их объединяло романтическое восприятие мира, любовь к родине и неприятие сытого мещанского бездуховного житья. Они жаждали защитить родину, победить врага и вернуться к мирной жизни и творчеству... Стихи читают артисты С.#Сазонтьев, А.#Кондрашов, В.#Запорожский. Гл. ред литературно-драматических программ 1985 Режиссер - Константин Антропов Оператор - Валерий Костин Мы в соцсетях: Яндекс. Дзен - https://dzen.ru/fond Telegram - https://t.me/gosteleradiofond VK - https://vk.com/teleradiofond OK - https://ok.ru/gosteleradiofond ▶Подписаться на канал "Советское телевидение": https://www.youtube.com/@gtrftv?sub_confirmation=1
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