Transcripts For 1TV Kontsert 20240704

Here they are, ich bin im arsch. Captain, im empty, you heard, im empty, thats it. You are in a square, commander, no one is visible, continue the train, lets go. Looks like theyve come off. Here is the bridge, two missiles left, we can try which bridge, lets go from here, near there was no order to drag me, there was an order to destroy the bridge. Mester is on his tail here they are no fucking way fifth, fifth, i am first, we are going home, on defender of the fatherland day on the first, from the heroes of bygone times. Sometimes there are no names left, here is my family, the rest is everything, high, high above the ground is blue, white katsy, i am a fragrant threat, how young we are. Were then my only thanks for being in the world, the concert for vasily lonovoys ninetieth birthday in the kremlin, the premiere, today on the first, officers, officers Steller Group product, stirсman bourbon, product of stellar group. Whiskey mancacher is a product of the stellar group. If your little sister or brother cries, dont calm him down with words , its better to hug him silently, my castle rings and says that nikolai, we received a letter from one of the fathers who writes that you know, our girl also studied in this class, and we we understand that she is not suitable for you, but maybe you will give her a chance so that she can at least live in a peaceful life. August 30, we are counting children, about one girl there is a question, if you are scared by. Loud words and you are afraid that they will fly at you oblonki, wrap yourself in a blanket like a cocoon , try to stay away from the windows. This is not just a fight for ukraine, so that people there change their minds and become different, this is a war for children, this is gods help. Tomorrow on the first. So its clear, but hes drunk. Yes , hes not drunk, which i dont see, hes no longer standing on his feet, and he doesnt have any prosthetics. Sometimes there are no names left from the heroes of bygone times, those who accepted mortal combat became just earth, grass, only the formidable valor settled in the hearts. Exhale this eternal flame, bequeathed to us alone, we are in we keep our breasts, look at my soldiers, the whole world knows them by sight, here the battalion is frozen in the ranks. I recognize old friends again, even though im twentyfive, they had to go through a difficult path, these are those who fought with hostility, rose as one, those who took berlin. There is no family in russia where its hero is not remembered, and the eyes of young soldiers look out from photographs of faded ones. This look is like the highest court for the kids who are growing up now, and the boys cant help but collect, not deceive, not turn aside from the path, not collect, not deceive, not get back on track. From heroes of the past sometimes there are no names left, but their fates, their real feats are remembered by history, and how right and great it is that many names and biographies are recorded on film. Hello, dear friends, good evening, our dear tv viewers. Today on channel one there is a concert in honor of the ninetieth anniversary of the birth of peoples artist of the soviet union vasily semyonovich lonovoy. It is not only possible, but also necessary, to be proud of the glory of your ancestors. It is these lines of the great russian poet Alexander Sergeevich pushkin that are very often quoted by vasily senova. A real great actor, and also a man devoted to his homeland, who studied and knew its history thoroughly, and sincerely loved our family. Vasily semyonovich lonovoy sacredly honored our best traditions. To be proud of the glory of our ancestors, this is the name of our program today, and we invite the chairman of the central stage to the stage. Headquarters of the allrussian public civilpatriotic movement immortal regiment of russia, chairman of the Coordination Council of the association of veterans of special military operations, colonel general sergei afanasyevich makarov. I have in my hands an address to the participants and guests of the concert. Dear friends, i welcome you to the concert. We are proud of the glory of our ancestors, dedicated to the ninetieth anniversary of the birth of vasily semyonovich lonovoy. It is deeply symbolic that this solemn event brought together in the state kremlin palace participants of a special military operation, veterans of the armed forces, representatives of volunteer organizations, students of suvorov and cadet schools. After all, vasily semenovich lonovoy was not only a renowned, popularly loved artist, we will forever remember him as an outstanding son of russia, sincerely to everyone. With a heart that cares for its future, he understood the exceptional importance of preserving for descendants the truth about the military, heroic pages of the history of our country, was the inspirer of the Immortal Regiment Movement and other socially significant initiatives, did a lot for the patriotic, spiritual and moral education of youth, i am sure that the concert will please guests with a rich, eventful program, vibrant performances talented artists of creative groups, will leave everyone with the best impressions, i wish you all the best success, president of the Russian Federation, Vladimir Putin. Where does the homeland begin . From a picture in your primer, from good and faithful comrades living in the neighboring yard, or maybe it begins with the song that our mother sang to us, with the fact that no one can take it away from us in any trial. Where does the homeland of the treasured bench begin, with that very birch tree that grows in the field in the wind, or maybe it begins with the spring singing of a starling. With this country road, which has no end in sight, where the homeland begins, from the windows burning in the distance, from my fathers old budenovka, which we found somewhere in the closet. Or maybe it begins with the sound of carriage wheels, from the oath that was made in our youth you brought it to her in your heart, where does the homeland begin . Children of war grow up much faster than children of peace, these are the lines we very often heard in interviews with vasil semyonovich. Little vasil and his two sisters went to ukraine to their mothers native village to visit their grandparents. To relax in the summer, it was there that the great patriotic war found them. 3 years in a village occupied by the nazis, and only fortyfour after the liberation of odessa, their mother came to them, whom they could barely recognize in this emaciated woman with large black eyes. These very difficult childhood memories remained like elephants. For life and the machine gun fire of the fascist, who cut through his mothers Favorite Song over the head of a sixyearold boy, tsviteren, tsvet teren, leaves fall. Whoever doesnt know in love, doesnt know grief, whoever doesnt know in love, she doesnt know grief, but i could. A young girl, she knew grief, evening. She didnt eat enough feathers, she didnt sleep enough, she didnt eat enough in the evening, she did nt sleep enough. Ill take the little chair in my hands and sit on the edge until my eyes have yet to sleep. The sun has already passed, and the eyes have not yet fallen asleep; the sleep has already passed, if you want, dont sleep, you wont. Children go to sleep, here you go, my darling , inshoya, and here, go, here, my darling, inshoya , piss. Ati, color, thorny, color, thorny, leaves, falling, who is not known in love, does not know grief, who. Is not known in love, she doesnt know grief, in order to become a man, she doesnt rejoice at it enough. To become iron, it is not enough to be ore, you must be melted, broken, and like ore sacrifice yourself, how difficult it is to walk in boots in july, but you are a soldier, and you must accept everything, from a womans kiss to poly, learn not to retreat in battle, readiness to death too. A weapon, and you use it once, soldiers die if necessary, thats why they live for centuries, when my soul is torn from the effort, from the beating to the end, on sharp corners, god forbid, i will lay my head by the arms , flying in at full gallop, in the silence of the gray haze, we were, at the same time, we lived in one, in life as one, stood our ground, dividing the whole world into two, unequal halves. For those who are against us, and those who have nothing to do with it, mature beyond their days, in the fire of russian unrest, we had to look for ourselves early in battle, changes an entire century for a short minute in which we all stood on the edge, without faith, without guilt, without tribe, without clan, like wild grass in the ashes, we grew into our own special breed. He who is honest is right, he who is right is stronger than we were for the fatherland, not a single judge will answer us , its a pity that we will understand the measure of our life when we leave this life, someday. Then gods time will come, and wise love will come to the royal throne, someone like us will throw foot in the stirrup, so as not to go straight, to bow to god, but now the whole world is coming to war against us, he smells our blood, so much the worse for him. Oh, my soul is pure, my friends are with me, and that means we also, lets see who is who , who we were for our homeland, not a single judge will answer us, its a pity that we will understand the measure of our life from. Leaving life, we will understand from life leaving, message from the president of the Russian Federation Vladimir Putin, the federal assembly, live broadcast on february 29, at 12 00 moscow time. Gin сnop product of stellor group, cognac, monte chococa, product of stellar group. The whole life of vasily semenovich lonovoy is an example of service to the fatherland, and his name, his activities will forever be the personification of true, sincere, devoted love to the homeland. And today. His creativity, his purity continues to inspire a new generation. On stage is the finalist of the television project, the voice of vasily pasichnik. The blue floors above the river, the wind strokes your palms. The dubrava path runs through the fields to the dubrava towers, where they were married to eternity of peace. A white cloud, light as light, will bring coolness to the day, the heart. Sings, nothing is needed in return, just for the songs , ill water the trail, the expanse of the field without an edge, what the soul desires, in the expanses of these grasses, whoever loves is right, and you cant find the words, all around. Your head is from the salt of the fields, groves and poplars, soon the evening birds will sing, the eternal stars will decorate the sky and be surrounded by a warm doom. Loaf of bread, everything i have, everything i i love you, a bird above, waves its wings at me, and i look at the light, and i wave to it, and i can find words, my head is spinning from. Fields of air, birch trees, conquer me, the highest star. Let everything come true as i dreamed, here is my field, there is nothing left ahead for me, i will never ask for anything else. As long as we remember, as long as we are alive, no one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten, with the light of lilacs and tulips entwined, we will lay the memory before all those killed, their holy feat. We dont light it up, and i want to believe that on special days in may, they are somewhere nearby again, in the sky remembering, we have life in our eyes with an eternal radiant and heavenly fire, and here on the land for which we shed blood, for which we fell and rose again, for which we fought not one step back until victory, on the land where we loved, prayed, plowed, dreamed, got married and they were united. After all, this is the secret of that mighty , noble, fierce and strength, to the glory of the heroes who are now living fallen, i sing these lines through a lump in my throat, then in the fortyfifth world the light of truth for those who defended your feat, like my cross, i proudly carry throughout the world , like a stone buried in the foundation, i will be faithful to the memory, that to the end, and 100 years later for the russian people and russian paths. The fire of a snorer will not go out in me. Vasily semyonovich lunovy. Thank you for the example on defender of the fatherland day. Thank you. To the military officers, to those who shed blood , to those who gave all their strength, their lives mercilessly, i want to bow to the women of russia, to tell you, dear ones, for. For you, this is my song , officers, may our faith preserve, may our loyalty keeps you in these harsh days, officers, let all of you, sons and husbands, return safe and sound again to your loved ones. Risked under fire, you not for the sake of the medal, for the officers courage, not for the sake of the price, you took an oath of allegiance to russia, fulfilled your duty, an officers honor. Weve done it, officers, let our faith keep us, let our loyalty keep us, these are harsh days for you, officers, let everyone return safe, sons and husbands, again to their loved ones, then. Let s remember those who are not today, lets pray together for the dead guys, the officers of russia, its conscience and strength, protect the country, the officers stand up for the power. May our faith protect us, may our loyalty protect you in difficult times days. Safe, may all return safely, sons and husbands, again to their loved ones, officers, may our faith preserve, may our loyalty preserve, may you return in harsh days, officers. Oh, you wide steppe, the free steppe , oh you volga, volgafree carcass, oh convey, good man. Yes tolchnoy bulak razgulyaetstsa, huulta meleta, knizkotose. Close to running, oh the wide steppe, the free steppe, oh the volga. Elena maksimova and Sergei Makhovikov are on stage. An order to him to the west, to her in the other direction, the komsomol members were leaving for the civil war, departed, parted, leaving the whole region , you are something dear to me, as a farewell, and my dear one answered, i wish with all my soul, if death. If with a small wound, i wish most strongly, i wish you, my comrade, with a quick victory, you returned home. He shook his friends hand, looked into the girls face, and i also ask you, write me letters, but where will i write, how will i recognize you . Anyway , he said quietly, write somewhere, an order was given for him to the west, for her in the other direction, the komsomol members were leaving for the civil war, the komsomoyans were leaving, the civil war was going on, there was a difficult battle, everything now seems like a dream, but i cant forgive myself, from thousands of faces i would recognize the boy, but whats his name . I forgot to ask him, hes a grandfather, one of those who are the leaders of children, one of those who in frontline towns greet us like dear guests, they surround the car in parking lots, its not difficult to carry them water in buckets, they bring soap and a towel to the tank, they stick unripe plums , the battle was going on outside the street, the enemy fire was terrible, we. Were breaking through to the square forward, and he was trying not to look out of the towers, and damn him hell understand where its coming from, guess what house hes perched behind, so many different holes, suddenly a guy ran up to the car, comrade commander, comrade commander, i know where their gun is, i scouted it out, i crawled up, theyre over there in the garden , so where, where, give it to me, ill go to the tanks with you, ill bring you straight, well, theres no fight waiting, get in here, dig, there was a big fire going from house to house, i remember i said, thank you, lad, and hand how i shook a comrade, it was a difficult battle, everything is like a dream now, but i cant forgive myself, from thousands of faces i would have recognized the boy, but how name, forgot to ask him. It was as if the cossacks brought 40 thousand horses to a fast tereg, on a high bank, and covered the tereg. Were covered with hundreds of fuckedup , shot people, i have to bother anyone, anyone, anyone, to run away, hey, seniors. And i have to serve, whoever has the first bullet, the first bullet. And the first bullet, brothers, wounded the horse , the second bullet, a pitiful bullet, the second bullet, the fool wounded me , kill me, i have to serve, i will destroy love , i will strain love, hey, i have to live with ours, and my wife will find out, she will grieve a little, she will marry another, will forget about me. I only feel sorry for the pain in the wide field, i feel sorry for the old mother and the dun horse, love spilled, love, love, hey, our dear, i have to be friends. Stage choir of the academic order for merit in culture and art, song and dance ensemble, troops of the National Guard of the Russian Federation, artistic director and chief conductor, peoples artist of russia, Major General viktor eliseev, soloist , peoples artist of russia, natalya eliseeva, what are you like was . They were left with oren stypnoy, cossack grikoy, why did you meet again, why did you disturb my peace, why, why did you meet again, why did you disturb my peace, why did you sing . For your losses, you wanted to blame me for one thing, i am so guilty that i dont have the strength to forget you, because im only to blame for not letting you forget, my fate. With your fate, even though i couldnt connect it, but i lived, i lived for you, i waited for you all the war, but i lived, i lived for you, i waited for you all the war, i waited. And when the time comes when you return home, its bitter for me, bitter. Your stubbornness, my hot one, oh my direct one, wait for me, your reproaches, my hot one, my stubborn one, your sadness , your resentment, your anxiety is useless, look, look, my soul is open, its open to you alone, my soul, but you didnt think to look, was noticed back by the grika, what kind of person would you be. Yes, i dont want you and i to quarrel over this matter at all, ill still go to the rally, who are you for, go, with discomfort, but dont drag me anywhere, a traitor, everyone here is a traitor, people who. Are drowning for the greatness of the motherland, this is a special contingent, i dont want it to lose because of this crap, my brother was wounded yesterday, id rather not go to the police , ill give him to him straight away, he doesnt look at his appearance, yeah, sometimes a person stretches himself once , he can shit himself, our friend volunteered, we you thought youd help me find him, but how can you find him here . I will have a child from him, help me find him, please , my daughter is being held hostage at school, they promised to let go, how many faces, its good that for you, my homeland, im running, my homeland is for me, this is what i cant live without, premiere today tomorrow after the program time, romcastro product of the lar group, vodka veda, product of the stellar group, cognac old barrel, product of the stellar group, bourbon stirsman product of the stellar group. Mancacher whiskey is a product of the stellar group. Russian literature, pushkin, yesenin, tolstoy, mayakovsky, bulgakov, vasily lonovoy not only loves poetry and prose, he knows the authors by heart. He receives numerous offers from famous film directors and argues with them about . Thanks to vasily semyonovich lunovy, such different anatoly kuragin and Alexey Vronsky entered the history of cinema, one a hero of the war with napoleon, who lost his leg under a beard, another officer who died in the balkan war. The legendary film adaptations of tolstoys two great novels are being released at the same time forever. Moment , the ideal image of a truly handsome russian nobleman, an officer capable of true actions for the sake of his homeland and for the sake of love, is affirmed in the viewers mind. Burn, burn, my star. Hello love star you are my only treasured one, there will never be another, you are my only one. Cherished, there will be no other never, star of love. Magic star, star of my bygone days, you will remain forever, unchanged in my soul. My tormented one, you will be eternal, unchanging in my tormented soul, your rays, the sky. With the power of my whole life, charge, whether i die, you are above the grave, chase me, my star. Will i die . My star will shine over the grave. Moja star. Did the wide chenilles resemble sails whose pores jingled merrily . And the ears, and the ears, and whose eyes, like diamonds, were carved into the heart. Trace, charming fronts, charming fronts, past years, one by the fierceness of will, the heart and the rock were chosen , the kings on. The early field and on the floor, on the floor, to all the peaks were small, and the most honorable bread was soft, oh young generals, oh your young generals. The bottom line is, oh, it seems to me, they could. With a hand full of feathers and curls, caress the curves of your horses, your horses, in one incredible race, you lived your short life, and your curls, your sideburns. From the white guard, another legendary film adaptation and another russian officer in the creative biography of vasily semyonovich. Here, too, the truth was not without controversy, but in this since it was not the actor and the director who were arguing, but the director and the high film authorities of that time. How come . Such an actor, who played pavka korchagin, will suddenly descend to the role of a white officer. No, it is immpossible. Vladimir basov, director of the film. The whole night the nightingale whistled, the city was silent and the houses were silent, the white yakats, the fragrant grapes, drove us crazy throughout the night. White katzy, fragrant clusters, drove us crazy all night long, the garden was all washed, there were spring showers, there was water in the dark ravines. The years have flown by, turning us gray, where the purity of these branches are alive. They , only the white winter is sweeping away, remind us of them today, at the hour when the wind is raging, fierce, i feel with new strength, yes, the yakats , the fragrant clusters, are unique, like my youth, the white karts, the fragrant clusters, are irrevocable. Like my youth , you know, friends, its impossible not to cry, because just recently , literally, it would seem, we stood together on this stage with vasily semyonovich, performed this romance, and now. I can only see it on screen, eternal memory to the great to the artist it is not for you that spring will come, it is not for you that the dunra will melt, and the girls heart will beat with the delight of feelings, not for you. It is not for you that the gardens bloom, in the valley the grove blossoms, there the sanami greets spring. He will sing not for you, not for you , the stream is murmuring, running like diamond streams, there is a girl with black eyebrows, she is not growing for. You, not for you, not for you, fasting will come , fasting will come, relatives will come to the table everyone will compete, and but. The glasses will flow, such a life is not for you, but for you the bite of lead, it will hit your white body, bitter tears. Will spill, such a life will wait for you, bitter tears will break through, what kind of life will always wait for you. He is home, and what didnt happen, and what wont happen, ringing, ringing, ringing, will not wake him up, then what will happen, he looked at his palm, looking at the road. Tilidili, housedon, oh, far, far away, to the prophet and god, ringing, ringing, ringing, crimson rivers, calm. Forever went to bow, steps fell, everyones thresholds were beaten, knees were ground into dust, ringing, ringing, ringing, doused with water, i can cope with myself, i will sit on the throne, i will be crowned king, in fact, the crown is not a hat or medicine, lit it on fire a spark, a ringing. An arrow flew into the quiet monastery, a fire was blazing with flames, and the old bellringer, my guardian angel, hurried to protect the altar, ringing, ringing, ringing, shower. Filled everything he could, fulfilled, an oath is not a groan, but a song is like a prayer, dilidili, dumdun, but my heart was stinging, and a sharp razor was burning. The spark, they forgot, the bellkala , the arrow flew into the quiet monastery, the fire is blazing, and the old bellringer, my guardian angel, is in a hurry to protect the altar, ringing, ringing, he crimson rivers, divided until the ringing. Happy memory to the great artist happy defender of the fatherland day. To the day of defender of the fatherland. Now we are leaving for the line of combat contact. You will see how our doctors, surgeons, and nurses work. We always pull our own out. We didnt leave our guys on the field, thats okay, even though they are men, they are also scared, we try our best to support them, when you see someones pain, you always choose one. To love to save while the heart in the chest is out of breath. Premiere, medical special forces, on sunday on the first. Gin sheaf, product stetellar group. Cognac monte chococa, a product of the stellar group. Rom kastro product of stellar group, vodka veda, product of stellor group. Old barrel cognac, a product of the stellar group. Tender, beautiful, talented, very beautiful, irina kubchenko and vasily lonovoy. One day their creative paths crossed in the theater. Vakhtangov in the theater, which became their home, their path of love is an amazing, special, true and pure path, which is an example for many of us, they have been together all their lives, on our stage, peoples artist of russia, irina kubchenko. You are nearby and everything is beautiful, both the rain and the cold wind, thank you, my clear one, for being in the light, thank you for these lips, thank you. For these hands, thank you, my dear, for being in the world, you are nearby, but we might not have met each other at all, my only one, thank you. For being in the world, thank you, dear ones, thank you for coming today to remember vasil semyonovich, today we remember vasily senovy, his creative and life path, his film roles, which. Have become a true classic of russian cinema, captain gray, in the scarlet sails of alexander greene, another epochmaking work in the cinema of vasily lonovoy, a brave, beautiful romantic with a big heart, the hero of a girls dreams, who else could really play this role, its a rare case that an actor did not have a screen test, and this is very correct , you have to do miracles with your own hands, miracles . Aponten, if a persons soul thirsts for a miracle, give him this miracle, he will have a new soul, and you will have a new one. The blue zurbagan falls asleep, and beyond the horizon a hurricane with crumbs and noise and noise, its path on. The zurbagan fades, the rain looks sharp kasot. And the young aso will fall asleep, again people will not be able to understand, it was only going to happen, two hours on the clock, they are not us, we are not us. A girl with 300 shoulders looks vividly for centuries, i fly, i will be inspired by the wind, i love this time, i hopelessly love it. Night and day will fall, night will come, like a wave comes in waves, i will wake up in an impossible world. Somewhere between the future and the past, in a world where the ambassador girl runs along the surf like a sop. Running around funny, mischievous, not knowing anything about the sail, two hours on the clock, shadows of us, now of our century, a girl is watching from the pier following, im shaking, oh, he shrugs his shoulders, goat. In response to the wind, i love this time, without hope, sa sebaet siini suurmaga. On stage, peoples artist of russia, irina allegrova. If you slam shut the shutters with gossip, you wont have enough strength. Is there time to crush stones if the whole world has become unpopular, and even if god forbid there is war, my point of support will not be displaced, as long as there is this rear, there is my family, the rest is all dust. Everything is nonsense, everything is acquired, everything is rubbish, there is my family, and after millions of miles, i see the light of my home, i feel my temple in my heart, only here are my feelings, higher than the sky, here is flesh and blood. Here is my water and bread, here is my eternal love, and in a moment it will become simple evil. Whoever disturbs the peace of my family , hold me, 7 meters, there is my family, the rest is everything, the rest is all harm, everything is gainful, everything is rubbish, there is my family, and through me. The world of millions, i see the light of my home, i am with my heart i feel my temple, you are going around my house, there is trouble with thunderstorms. And only there is my soul, barefoot, while my beloved hearts are beating there, that means i live, that means i live too, here is my family, the rest is all dust. The rest is everything nonsense, everything is acquired, everything is rubbish, here is my family, and after millions of miles, i see the light of my home, i feel my temple in my heart. Here is my family and across the world of millions i see the light of home, i feel my temple in my heart. On the air of the first channel, the concert dedicated to the ninetieth anniversary of vasily semenovich lonovoy, there are roles that are more than roles, they seem to go beyond the boundaries of cinemas, after the premiere, they become an independent phenomenon. We have been friends with vased semyonovich for many years, he is a very reliable, amazing friend, indeed, having such a friend is, this happiness. I would like to read one poem, the three of us were friends with skvolov, crimean, and there is such a poem do not wake up the russian bear, dear, overseas neighbors, wellfed, imposing, like a god. dont wake up the russian bear, let him sleep peacefully in his den, you have already kicked out, humiliated , covered with dust more than once, crucified on a russian birch, burned with fire and drowned, when the confidence of victory brought you to a sweet shiver, the guttural roar of the russian bear , was suddenly heard in your hallway, what do you need brothers at home . Not he sits there and longs, having flown in at the smell, to take the generous russian land and take it away from the clubfooted ones, how many years have we been too crafty . Dont tease the russian bear, your selfindulgence will backfire on you, your creed is divide conquer, your truth is the truth of power, you are used to sitting over your flock, bestowing the undesirable with a grave, the russian sees a brother in everyone, stinginess and deceit are unacceptable to him truth is more and more important, justice is most precious, and because one baked everyone, where. No one else could survive, a russian will suddenly rise from the ashes, from the quagmire and road slurry, the fumes of a bloody battle will disappear, he will wash his eyes in a clean spring, he will read prayers before the icon, he will come to your house one night before you turn off the light, he will ask boloye, summing up why are you came to me in russia, or do i owe you something . You will understand that retribution has come, but , as it turns out, there is nothing to pay, the russian would probably forgive his brother, only you are not his brother, but evil spirits, and the little soul cowered in the flesh, tugging at the guests frowning gaze, you are a thousandfold you will curse the stupid idea of ​​drunknach osten, thirsty for new territories, and football, rugby or golf, read a couple of stories about napoleon and. You will have to answer for stupidity, you will not be a russian bear, maybe then it will work out. The blue is high above the earth, this is a peaceful sky above the homeland, but simple and strict, we hear the words of the military being awarded an order, which means that somewhere in the silence of the night, evil bullets are whistling hysterically, and that in this struggle, as in any war, life is death words are standing next to each other, this means that in this severe battle, your peer, fellow countryman, your neighbor, protecting love, my hope, our windows, friendly light. Protecting everything that we value so much, he wages this righteous battle, our happiness and work, our peaceful life, sending troubles with himself. Poisok, high, above the ground, bluish, this is a peaceful sky over the homeland, but simple and strict, we hear the words, he is awarded a military order. This means that in this fight to the death. Your peer, fellow countryman, your neighbor, defending love, and my russia, our windows, friendly light, is awarded a military order. On the day of defender of the fatherland on the first, shura , the belobrok arrived, 3 months, sasha, wounded , concussed, from the propeller, the train departs, the third call, bambambam, the germans have it all along the coast, the second right, commander, the torpedo splashed down, the torpedo went, but which one . Man, how do i know nastya, you cant trust a woman , but now you see how it turned out, the semophore is open, he is my friend, he is my friend, and he loves you, according to intelligence information , an enemy submarine was discovered in the fifth square, belobrovs unit will go first, commander, left bang its broken, a little more, well check again, sorry, what exactly . It happened, shurochka, everyone goes to the bottom, everyone goes to the bottom, attack, attack, torpedo bombers, today on the first, a hola concert of the allrussian musicpatriotic festival, we dont abandon our own, premiere, tomorrow on the first, there is such. To defend the homeland. They often said about vasily semyonovich, there is such a profession to delight the homeland. This is definitely about the womb. Today, on defender of the fatherland day, we give glory to everyone who, like the great commanders, officers, and privates , chose their path to defend our homeland. We we are proud of our todays warriors. And we bow our heads to the heroes of the past, those who for many centuries defended our right to life and the independence of our russia. From Alexander Nevsky to the present day, glory to our soldiers and eternal memory to the heroes. Gentlemen. Officers, with taut nerves, i sing this song with cords of faith, to those who, having given up their careers, without sparing their bellies, offer their breasts for russia, to those who. Survived in afghanistan without ruining my honor, whoever did not have a career, from soldiers blood, i sing as an officer, mothers who took pity, returning their living sons back to them, officers, officers, your heart is in love, for russia and freedom to the end. Officers, russians, freedom shines on you, forcing your hearts. Gentlemen, officers, how to preserve your faith, on dug up graves, your souls are wheezing, what have we done, brothers, we could not save them, and now they are always looking at us. The guys leave again, disappearing into the sunset, russia called them. As has happened more than once, you are leaving again, maybe straight to heaven, and from somewhere above, forgive us, so where are you going, maybe straight to heaven, and where is the light coming from . Farewell to us, officers, officers, your heart is dedicated, for russia and freedom to the end, officers, russians, let freedom shine on you, forcing you. Unisson sounds into the hearts. Officer, officers, your heart is at gunpoint, for russia, and freedom to the end, officers, russians, let your freedom shine. Making unisson sound in the hearts, thank you, i have a happy fate, we were friends with vasily semyonovich lonov. And the song that will be played now, i wrote it when i first marched as part of the immortal regiment and carried photographs of my parents, father and mother , who went through the entire great patriotic war, and i walked and thought that while our descendants will go out as part of an immortal regiment and carry yellowed photographs of their ancestors, heroes, we will not allow anyone to rewrite our great history. We will all be an immortal regiment, we will all be immortal, the river of the immortal regiment flows, along the streets, avenues, across the country, walking in a row with portraits in their hands, the descendants of the victors in the war. In old photos, forever young, having left their watch in the skies, our ancestors walk with us like living things, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river flows, and there is no end to the columns. He walks in a row with us and the marshal of the soldiers from the photograph faces like sons , without closing their eyes, they look at us, walk with us, trampling death with death, as in the fortyfirst , covering the world with ourselves, our life will not end as long as the river flows. The river flows of the immortal regiment, the river of the immortal regiment flows, so that the saved world does not forget the heroes, the silence goes on, eternity passes, the immortal regiment in formation, goes again to fight for the country. Lost souls worn out, merging, they boil like a wave right in the clouds, in their descendants again. Being born, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river flows. Address of the president of the Russian Federation Vladimir Putin to the federal assembly. Live broadcast on february 29 at 12 00 moscow time. Hello, the Vremya Program is on air, Ekaterina Berezovskaya is in the studio. This is the main topic. There is such a profession defender of the fatherland day, pride in everyone who is in service. Gratitude