Transcripts For RUSSIA1 Yumor 20240706

, unconquered, he supported this bullshit, remove trump, while in the states they are canceling bidens competitor in thieving germany, they are trying to steal someone elses, russian, where they are slipping, the end of democracy, we were the first in the world to propose this, the second sun takamat. Someone is blinking here and , of course, you cant touch anything, our breakthrough and the only Floating Nuclear power plant in the world, it all started right here, a report from the northernmost city, no need, i understood everything, i understood everything, who was with us no longer, i i love you, lets remember. News of the week, sunday, 20 00, news follows the development of major events in russia and abroad, stay with us save two younger brothers and sister from a fire. Twelveyearold mark from kurgan did not lose his head in a difficult situation and became a real hero both for his family and for the rescuers of the ministry of emergency situations. Report by lyudmila fitina. I had a table here. Mark is the eldest son in the family. When the fire started, the parents were not at home. First, the veranda caught fire; a twelveyearold teenager tried to put it out himself. I opened the door to the street and wanted to try. Throw snow, but i remembered that we had a barrel of water, there was not enough water in them, but i tried to put it out anyway, it didnt work, once on the street, they all ran away to a neighbor, the parents, after the eldest son called, abandoned everything and lets go home, get into the car, i tell sasha, drive on red, drive, drive fast, drive, come on, i say, ill open the window, ill wave to people to let us through, you know me, ive always said, i dont need no money, no rich. The most important thing for me is that my children have never been sick, the family bought this house 6 years ago, they brought it to life , made repairs, bought all the household appliances, planned to sell and buy another bigger one, the fire completely destroyed the house, now it is unsuitable for habitation, the family lost the house along with not all property. Meanwhile , parents with many children note the main thing is that all their children are alive and well, and of course they are proud of their eldest son. To be honest, he is. Hero, im right here, right when he called, i told him drop everything and go out the window, when we were driving here, i didnt have i dont wish one father to go through what i went through when i was coming here, the most important thing is that the children are alive, alive, healthy, at home, that we will rebuild again, the employees of the ministry of emergency situations called mark a hero, they promised to nominate him for an award, now the family has been given shelter by relatives, with caring people helped with clothes and shoes, the burnt house was not insured. What funds to use to build a new one is still an open question. Lyudmila fikina, alexey ftodeev, mikhail klemko, lead for the urals. The oldest medical university in the country, the famous sechenov university, celebrates anniversary. Founded 265 years ago, today the first met is a modern Educational Research center where applicants from many countries dream of studying. The first met is known all over the world for its colossal research work, advanced technologies and, of course, outstanding graduates about the rich history and loyalty to the traditions of darya okunev. The legendary sechinovka celebrates its anniversary in the updated palace of culture kauchuk, a masterpiece of constructivism was built. And not only within the country, which is confirmed, including by High International ratings. The oldest educational institutions in the country here were the first in the world to open a clinic for eye diseases, for the first time in the country they used anesthesia, transplanted corneas and hearts, and from here came the heroes who saved the country from the pandemic. It has transformed from an academy into a Global Research and educational center, and it is still a great honor and pride for me to realize that i am a graduate of exactly this. University, i myself studied in 2000, in my sixth year at this university, now my daughter is finishing her first med, this is one of the most serious, i would i would say medical universities in our country. Wars, pandemics, natural disasters, University Doctors have always been with the country. The university has a long history and looks confidently into the future; it is now not just an educational, but a major scientific center. Where, for example, they are working on creating artificial organs. The future is outside the door of every laboratory; here they figured out how to make an artificial cornea from collagen and successfully transplanted it into a rabbit. This is a unique development, it is unique both for the world and for russia, since the only alternative, which can be used to treat patients with corneal injuries is donor cornea. And this chinchilla can hear again, she underwent a transplant of an artificial eardrum, it was printed on this 3d printer, and now they are working on it. We need these bioequivalents for some tasks, either transplantation, or testing of some drugs, this is only the beginning of a largescale project that will give hope to thousands of patients. We are launching a project this year, its called a custom organ, which will give the ability for us to create new organs, new tissues. The latest technologies, doctors who own them, the health of the nation is made up of this, just like 200odd years ago, it largely depends. Cutting off okunev egorova zhletsov, news. 100 years ago it was called the game of the intelligentsia, and the rules appeared 2 years later than the First Official match in moscow. But volleyball gained popularity so quickly that it immediately became an integral part of the entire physical culture system of the soviet union. And a century later we have something to be proud of. Reportage vitaly kormazin. There are champions here a whole hall, famous volleyball players. Who has gold medals at the olympics, world and european championships. Nadezhda radzevich, captain of the 1980 national team. Today she met again with her winning team at a gala evening in honor of the centenary of volleyball. How cool, because many were not seen at all and 40 and how they finished with volleyball, the whole color of volleyball is here. Then in 1980 the mens team also took gold. People were happy, people recognized me on the street, came up and congratulated me. It was very nice moscow, moscow, in volleyball they are so sick, every match, bright, dynamic, spectacular, on the court and moscow dynamo krasnoyarsk yenissei, intrigue until the last seconds, score 2828, victory for dynamo , the current champion of russia, and also the owner of a unique century cup in honor of the anniversary of domestic volleyball, the year of birth of soviet. Now russian volleyball is considered to be 1923. It was then, in the summer, for the first time, with official refereeing, that two mens teams of the highest art and theater workshops played and state school of cinematography. She also turned 100 this year. Lyudmila smirnova went through the entire Great National telecommunications career, in 1947 she began playing professional volleyball, for almost 20 years for cska. And we had a lot of teams. At the age of 50 i was still playing for. The neyskaya team at 50 years old, imagine, not to the side, forward , like this, he is the most titled volleyball coach in the world, a hero of russia, Nikolai Karpol has been heading uralochka since 1969, here. We didnt have our own hall, we went from one gym in another, they trained there once a week, people worked at the factory, trained in the evening, and despite this, the team, thanks to unique tactical developments and methods, became the basis of the allunion team, they took gold twice in the eightieth in moscow and in the eightyeighth in seoul , eyes, eyes, now russian volleyball, the flagship of the countrys team sport, despite sanctions, 71 gold medals at international competitions, but the main thing is that they do not forget the olympic champions, world champions, european champions, soviet union and russia, those who have glorified our countrys domestic sports for decades with their achievements. Karmazin, elena, kirill bortnikov, mikhailla. Maxim shchepilov, news these are the main messages for this hour . Im maria sittal, thank you for your attention, dont get sick, have a nice weekend. Good saturday evening everyone, you. Hello , lets move to our native streets, considering, andrey, and today in this program we are visiting our favorite peoples artist of russia yuri antonov, of course , a little later we will walk along the apricot syurn on grape street, we will relax in the shade, and of course we will all go on a trip together to our native streets and our evening, friends, will open. Guest from sunny baku, Jalal Abbasov with the song town. Time and time the snow swirls around, and the neighbors have dispersed, in all directions, when the houses were demolished, you and i. Oh my friend, they were joking, it doesnt matter, once a year a stingy letter, Merry Christmas and many years to come, hello, oh, how i want to come back, oh how i want to burst in. To the town, to our street with three houses, where everything is simple and familiar a day where people simply come to visit, where there is no envy and anger, a sweet home where births are celebrated. And they are seen off forever by the entire yard. Only in a dream do faces come unrecognizable half bright light a year has passed the mailbox i open for the newspaper there are no letters. Oh, how i want to go back, oh, how i want to break into the town, onto our threehouse street, where everything is simple and familiar for a day, where people simply come to visit, where there is no envy and anger. Sweet home, where births are celebrated and seen off forever by the whole yard, oh how i want to go back, oh how i want to break into a town, and onto. A street of three houses, where everything is simple and where there is no envy, anger, a sweet home, where births are celebrated forever and are seen off forever by the whole yard, by everyone. Bravo, well, you brought us back to this street in three houses, thank you very much, thank you, yes, everyone has their own, tell us about yours, our street. Our street, the street of old baku , i also grew up in moscow, my favorite street in moscow is arbat, but now you live in baku, i left the city center, im building myself a house, im trying to create a lot in your name, well lets take you to village we will find out how you live on ours on your new street. Welcome to baku, bakya khoshker. We are in the old city, these are the streets where i grew up, where i constantly ran with my friends as a child. Hello, mamedov, how are you . Friends still live here. Baku has always been an international city, all the neighbors knew each other, and people gathered on all holidays and sang songs in all languages. Yeah, muslim gamaev street, this, of course, personifies our city of baku, and i feel like my childhood city of baku, very filmed in baku a lot of soviet films, you probably recognized this place, the diamond hand was filmed here, damn it, my parents lived in almost the same house, my parents house is no longer there, his. My mother is no longer there, but returning to the old city, i i always return to my childhood, already at a conscious age i decided to live on the land, i built my own house in the village of vishnevka, it is very close to the city of baku, this is a small cottage that i built with my own hands, this is the second house that i built, but this already for my dog ​​for jess, built it in 25 days of daily work, eight squares of living. We have care in the first place, we care not only about animals, we care about each other, we care about our homeland, i planted all these trees myself, here are cherries, here are cherries, almonds, grapes, pomegranates, every year i collect olives, they are very juicy here, from two trees i often make 10 threeliter jars, in baku we make jam from olives, such. Jam it takes 2 weeks to prepare, ill definitely take andrey to try this jam, as a selfrespecting azerbaijani, i bought a tandoor, i have a motor home, and i have a tandoor on wheels, as a child my father cooked very tasty kebabs, and so did my mother, one of the most vivid memories is how my father plays the guitar, my mother sings , this homely atmosphere, of course. And this is from our whole baku, this is handmade in baku, thank you, thank you, incredible, listen, well, im impressed, to be honest, by your home for jazz, i wanted to become jez, to be honest, mikhailovich, how do you like it, well, for me a little smaller, well, i have a shepherd and a cat, they live together in the same yard, i adopted them at the same age, the cat chases the shepherd, miikun, hes so big, tell me, what song will we sing today . I met a girl, a crescent moon, a mole on her cheek, love in her eyes, oh, this girl drove me crazy, she broke. She took my heart with peace, and this girl drove me crazy, broke my heart, took peace, by the way, andryush, this is a song from my youth, i remember it very well, in general , the time when i was such a small. Boy this song in general rashid bet yes absolutely wonderful and now lets move to odessa on mesaedovskaya street, friends, our another guest neighbor, Sergei Azarov comes onto our music stage, he came to us from podolsk, everyone is dancing. In the moldovanka area we have a wonderful street, friends, small courtyards, street cleaners fly up to make my street shine, small courtyards, street cleaners sweep so that my street shines. Street, street, dear street, misoedovskaya, my street, street, street, dear street, mitsaedovskaya, street here, no one he doesnt steal or drink here, if you dont believe it, you can check it, because thats what my song sings about, if you dont believe it, you can check it out, because thats what my song sings about. Street , street, dear street, mesoedovskaya, my street, street, street, dear street, misoedovskaya, my street , there is a hospital on our street, everyone calls it a dispensary, and i wish you, friends, never go there, let it go there your enemies are coming, i wish you, friends, not to be. Never, let your enemies go there, street, street, dear street, mestoedovskaya, street my, street, street, my native street misoedovskaya, my street, utyosov lived on our street, today he sang his song with a guitar, when he created jazz, he sang the song about my street for the first time. When he was drying up on jazz, he sang for the first time a song about my street, street, street, dear street, vesoedovskaya. My street, street, street, dear street, mestoedovskaya , my street, of course, everyone knows about yaponchik , even though he didnt live on our street, the past is long gone along with the old world, but he also walked along our street, the past is long gone along with him with old world, but he also walked along our street. Street, street, my dear street, missoetovskaya , my street, street, street, my dear street, misaedovskaya, my street, or, frankly speaking, the whole house, and i never listened to such a nightingale, i love my dear street, i ive never listened to such a nightingale , im in love with my native street , youve been to misayadovskaya, of course, in the early 2000s, while working in the lesopoval group, i visited the city of odessa, together with my friend, the lead singer of the lispoval group, stas volkov, and of course, went to misaedovskaya because there was nothing more popular than this song in the eighties and seventies in restaurants, its true, i see mikhail stanich in the photo, but just where are you . In this photo, over there in the corner, in the corner, we dont, dont stick out, yes, little by little, little by little , but i stayed there for a while, then i left because i had another job, after all, i restaurant musician, and i wanted to take this opportunity to say that september 16 was the 50th anniversary of my creative professional activity, well, since you know everything about restaurant hits, you are now working in. There was one episode in my life when the two of us, slava dobrenin, were invited by the composers union, as if they didnt want to meet us, slava is cunning at all, he didnt go, but i went there, i arrive, hes sitting there, it means treverdiev, all the pavements there composers, well, i played a poppy song for them there and a discussion began, but they began to spread rot on me there, the best thing was recently there was an anniversary, a hundredth anniversary, i couldnt even imagine that mikhail tanevich would already be 100 years old now, its a shame thats so wonderful the poet left us, a genius, wonderful, and as for mesyadovskaya street, well, he often visited odessa, my favorite city, what beautiful women, oh, well, lets move to misaedovskaya street and find out the story. Its a catchy song too. Street, street, dear street, my street. In the midsixties , amisaedovskayas song migrated from the streets of odetsk to all corners of the soviet union, although it appeared on maps back in the 19th century. At various times, Leonid Utesov loved to stroll here, the writers the vain brothers wrote the first stories, on the corner there was a restaurant of the raider mishka yaponchik. The lane on moldovanka has always been not. Ill tell you, you wont find a penny of success here, but you can earn a pocketful of trouble, if you dont believe it, check it out someday, but what kind of fool would go there. An urban legend says that the lines about the bun were written on a paper napkin in the topol restaurant, whose windows overlooked myasoedovskaya, the local orchestra was the first to play the song that same evening, odessa residents, the people were enthusiastic and the simple melody immediately sank into their souls, they offered me to change an apartment with a wonderful view of the moscow river, i agree to the cancellation, not only did vacationers bring it from odessa. Things bought at the port of speculators, but also tapes with local folklore, a song about misaedovskaya sounded in a cold street in sultry tashkent, there it became a restaurant hit, the lines of the native street followed the migrants overseas and even sounded on Brighton Beach performed by velitokaryov. The thieves of the coseries flies up. All this time people were wondering who exactly wrote song. The authorship of the lines was attributed to local instrumentalist mikhail blekhman, musician of that same topol restaurant efim moiseev, and even a famous songwriter. Igor shaviran claimed that it was he who composed the poems about the misaedovskaya street song. The author was an engineer by profession and a poet at heart, maurice benimovich. His life was tragically cut short at the age of 37. And for a long time the grave was abandoned. No, in podolsk i had polecheevskaya street, the Central Street of my village, the village of a cement plant, it was the central village, a large cement plant for the whole, for the entire ussr, yes, that is, your musical career began on this street, of course, of course, i already started music school as a musician while trumpets, i was a trumpet player, thank you, i have andryusha, i just have a musical family, i have father, a frontline soldier , went through the entire war with an accordion. Can you imagine, he was wounded twice, but he didnt throw away the accordion, he was good, that is, the whole street was probably greeted by soldiers, when he arrived, he began to dance in uniform with medals, and his mother sang, a fool dances, he has no mind, and he told his friends , i ill marry her, and marry, and marry, we , the three of us, gave birth to three sons, they said my father had three sons, two smart, and the third was a musician, one of your family songs, the songs of our parents are called, yes, like mine , songs of my parents, we all sing, they call me ugly, so why does he follow me. In the rainy autumn season , seeing off work at home, in the rainy autumn season, seeing off home from work, thats why im so happy, thats all, if they say that im not beautiful, i wont believe anyone, if they say that im ugly, i wont believe it me not to no one. Dad, this is my fiance, joji. Dad, lord george peakcock. Lord, what kind of Foreign Tourists have we seen here in chudovi . They drove them all away and, as they say, you are welcome. If you harass zhorik. And ill file for divorce, the best soninlaw can only be a son, and georgie, meet me, this is yours. Father, is this the same doctor you got drunk with once . And i kept thinking what was wrong with you, your nose is fetish. Son, dad, golden dad. December 30 on rtr. The floor is trembling, shaking. Changes, big changes have come, into the new season with new renovations, with a Slight Movement of the hand, we are making three different functional zones from this room, absolutely without faces, ideas are overflowing, we want to turn the radiator into an art object, there will be plenty of surprises and a lot of work, plans are turning into projects before our eyes, i adore plants , im generally plantbased. Maniac real stone flowers will soon bloom in the living room of our heroes, after dismantling much will become clear, and dreams become reality, look, let them into your home, big changes, every sunday on rtr. Hello, hello, marush, you im sorry, but i cant live without you. The premiere is on rtr, decent girls are having breakfast at this time, and here you are, exactly where the sniper worked. Marya sergeevna believes that everything is not so simple here, but i trust marya sergeevna. What did you think, and what might i think . Okay, i wont keep you. No, please detain me, i beg you, detain me. Well watch new secrets of the investigation on monday. On rtr, good evening again everyone, this is hello andrey, today we are traveling through our native streets and our evening continues, nikolai dymov and yuri pshenitsyn with the song 7 oclock at the nikida gate. The long noisy day is over, here you and i are again, walking into the pensive shadow of our tver boulevard, that same evening with flowers, my father was in a hurry to the wedding, and about love, probably to my mother, and about love, probably. To my mother, then worriedly, i said, at 7 oclock at the nikitsky gate, let our evening begin today, tomorrow we will meet again at 7 00 at the nikitsky gate. I think, hugging you, that tomorrow there will be a meeting again, that the eternal bustle of the day, our tver boulevard is also eternal, and may our love not regretting, it burns like a fire in our hearts. And our children by lei, our children by lei, tver boulevard will come to you, at 7 oclock at the nikidsky gate, let our evening begin today, tomorrow we will make an appointment again, at 7 oclock at the nikidsky gate, at 7 oclock. At no gate. At 7 00 at the nikitsky gate today. Our evening will begin, tomorrow we will set up a meeting again, at 7 00 at the nikitsky gate, 7 oclock at the nikitsky gate, 7 oclock at the nikitsky gate, let our evening begin today, tomorrow we will make an appointment again, 7 oclock at nikitsky gate, 7 oclock at nikitsky. At the nikida gate, at the nikida gate, at the nikita gate, 7 oclock at the nikita gate, but the clock hands are just approaching 7 00 pm, those who can still meet us in time, nikolai touching duet, tell us, you are from the same yard, from the same street, from the same street, you were born together, you even bathed us in the same swimsuit , then we graduated from the music class together , we graduated, i from the bayan class, he from the accordion class, then they organized and worked in the factory together, oh how in general everything is together, you even had a vocal instrumental ensemble, and we have an ensemble. He was good, we traveled everywhere in general, now the last three of us sang for the last few years, well, its true that sasha died, we had a keyboard player, let us have, by the way, footage of your vocalinstrumental ensemble slavs. This is how we live, we dont expect silence, we live our youth as before. And above all, the heart burns from the fact that friendship is above all, but our years of dahits are withering away and we have no time to look back, as the years fly by, our waters, our prides fly, and there is no time we need to look back, so what is the main street in your city . The most important street is zavodskaya, in our theory, not in theory, the largest village in russia, one might say, one of the largest, thats what its called, and the third or fourth place is occupied by 11,000 of our people somewhere, but by the way, here is the song that you performed, now it is clear that you had your own vocal and instrumental ensemble, therefore the song that you sang from the blue bird repertoire was written not by a professional musician, but by an actor whom you all know well. , lets lets see the history of this song and the life story of this author, at the nikitsky gate, seven oclock at the nikitsky gate, in the early eighties , nikitsky gate is the most popular Meeting Place in moscow, a shady boulevard and the Legendary Union cinema, viya the blue sang about how they made dates here bird, but few realized that strictly was the author of the romantic novels. From the film hello, im your aunt, actor mikhail lyubeznov. My friend, charlie wykeham, my father, colonel chestley, mikhail lyubeznov was destined to become an actor, his father, peoples artist of the soviet union, ivan lyubeznov, played fifty roles, could be a marshal on the screen and a simple lieutenant, as in the film at 6 00 pm after the war. What, are we going to share the card . Definitely, but how . So lets cut it. Your children, my aunt. The aunt from the photo is actress marina ladynina. Ivan lyubeznov was married to her younger sister, valentina. In this marriage , a son, mikhail, was born. He followed in his fathers footsteps and became an actor. Kindly younger made his film debut at 23 years old. If zhurgin wins, he will immediately the masters will give it. Dont you want them to give him a master . He graduates from school this year. Ivan and mikhail lyubezny played on the same stage. The father doted on his son, unlike his mother. Ladynina was a powerful woman and never left her sons side. Because of her scandals, mikhail was never able to arrange his personal life, and the guy did not succeed in his profession. Mother was against it. hello, im your aunt, my opinion about my mother has not changed, this misunderstanding of a loved one broke mikhail lyubezny. He found solace in a bottle, drank heavily, and began to lose roles in the theater. Cinema , in order to save his son, the father even got him a job in the ministry of culture, but everything was clear, the actors heart could not stand it, the dear youngest was only 33 years old. The actors mother realized her guilt only after the death of her son, but it was too much late. She left 3 years after mikhail. The father of the family, ivan lyubeznov, stopped going on stage and withdrew into himself. He outlived his son by 7 years, his last refuge was found in the vagankovsky cemetery, where they were buried by the whole family, so let the love of us without regret, it floats in our hearts like fire, our money for deer and our children for lei, the mir boulevard will come to you, 7 oclock at the nikida breeds, did you know this story, no, i didnt know, i heard it for the first time, its so interesting, andryush, in general, every time you discover something new for yourself, katya ostakhova, an actress with us today, that is, how important the support of loved ones is in everything, yes, very important, but this is one of the most important, it seems to me, that a person can have , you are supported in all your endeavors by your family and friends, yes, they support me, i would i also wanted to tell you about my favorite home street, i was born, raised and live here to this day. Moscow region, a railway city, was previously called obiralovka. And what street . One of my favorite streets is lenin square. An old courtyard, mm, built in 1953, they are in a circle, there is no parking, there are practically no cars, take a ride instead of your strength, so to speak, yes, one of the lucky ones, one street in my life, but do you know how many i have . Horror, this is some kind of nightmare, born. And i went to mira avenue, shoe house, house number 122, it was a fun time, it a separate article, it means we were already living there with our second husband, we were living there when dad marshall arrived, he saw how we lived, my god, all the girls, my older brother, have everything, and these ones live in a communal apartment, but so we rented it out, i rented out this room, and we got a threeroom apartment, where you might think, on taganka, that is. I made a circle all over moscow like that and ended up back in place, so i have a lot of favorite streets, well, maybe well sing taganka then, lets have fun, with pleasure, gypsy with cards, road distant, distant mountain. Kozoly domg byts mozha old prison tsentralnayachochku panuvay zhet byts mozha old prison not good meyaga. The wife is waiting for a new one, all together the doganka all the nights are full of fire. Daga, why did you ruin me, that ganga, i am two forever, i hang out, the might of youth, yes, within my walls, taka naka, i am your canopy. Your youth has always been flogged for your talent, but as long as ive been living, as long as ive been living on taganka, i dont know where this prison is, honestly, no one, and its good, but, but i know where the pawnshop is, its terrible, our evening continues, by your numerous requests, raisa shcherbakova with the song its raining outside. Its raining buckets and buckets outside. Nails the earth, nails the earth , shakes the brothersister, oh, leshanki, leli, brother, sister, gives the brothersister, shakes, still calls, dear sister, grow up quickly, the easter grows. Hurry up, lets be smarter, oh, leshchanki, leli, lets be smarter, grow up, big, addaduts. Get married, oh, leshanki, lyolya, they will marry you, they will give you in marriage, to a foreign village, to a foreign village. The village is not a family i agree, oh, lyoshanki, leli, i dont agree with everyone. On the street the rain from the wind is scorching in buckets. Nails the earth, nails the earth, brothersister shakes, oh, leshanki, lyolya, brother, sister, shakes. This is your memory of your childhood street , you see, we have a linden beam, when you start, for example, grazing scythes or cows in childhood, they would definitely run there, because there were gardens there, and it was impossible to drive them out of there, because that theres a smell there, because the smell would be toys, grapes, everything was there, so theyre right there place b was drawn there. But now you live in volgograd, yes, now i live in volgograd, but my heart is still in the lower chura, because this is my homeland, andrei nikolaevich, give me two words, not just to contribute to such a peaceful atmosphere funny, the city of syzaren, my native soviet street, and it appears everywhere in all cities, in short , the city of syzaren is 300 years old, my neighbor and i were young and got drunk. And i remembered this street, because we were thrown from this side to the other, and we walked, and my mother met me, and i i remember, she says oh, you are such slippers , just rest in peace, and for the rest of my life i remember this soviet street, the city of tsezarin, hello, how are we having a share at the table today, and i now live andrey, in the city of volgograd, here we have such a street, the longest in volgograd, is the second longitudinal one. Maybe you were, if you were in volgograd, then you know, its one of the longest streets in the country, 50 km, 50 km, imagine, i live not so far from there, i drive along it to work every day, by the way, im not emptyhanded, like this a book, well, of course its not a book, its candy, it was bought on this very long street, please help yourself, thank you, what shall we sing . Oh, lets sing a song from my childhood, its called ivans daughters, oh, oh, rashka, remind me, like ivans daughters. They went out into the street, oh , they loved, they fired, they went out into the street , they went out into the street, they called the musicians, oh, they loved , they called for musicians, the musicians got wild , girls, after the commercial we will continue, friends, stay with us, resurrection, what is happiness, this is my daughters, about this song guys they really cry, fathers also have souls, dear long. The soul of russia gathers here. Songs from the bottom of my heart. Evening show by andrey malakhov. On sunday on rtr. The golden lion of the Venice Film Festival for best actor is awarded to ivan aleshkovsky. You look like a clown, uncle, we accuse him, he is sentenced to 750 hours of community service, some 3 weeks, but i cant last a day here on this island of my happy childhood, ivan aleshkovsky expressed a desire to head a childrens theater group, keep it simple, hello, geni, roll call, since. People will be drawn to you, im sorry, i cant get used to the fact that you can be good, so im clinging, its okay, you marry me and youll cling legally, late dubrovsky, peoples artist, on friday at rtr, we gathered about ten people into the first group, there were short calls, we are going to donetsk, you are with us, yes, when my fighters came running, they carried me, another shelling began, they laid me down, lay down on me on top, one bullet is still in me, this is, lets say, my trophy, then we have there was hunger, here comes a grandmother, herself. Aquatic , but she brings this kurba, shelters, says baby, feed the dogs, lend a helping hand, olga and i decided that we need to take the guys with us, i came across people like that, caring, support in word , hello, dear soldier and deed, without your help you would not have survived, only ours can, honor and praise to you, what you do, its just amazing, from monday to thursday on rtr. Maybe you can stay today . I promise you an unforgettable night, breakfast, forgive me. We need some chance. I would advise you to start a hobby together. The best thing. Ballroom dancing would be suitable, what . What . And for the sake of my son, i agree to the experiment. Just because you havent danced doesnt mean the chacha is difficult. Nothing connects them anymore except dance. Yes, whats so difficult about that . Chacha, one, two, three, you just need to learn to count to three. By the way, i learned these stupid steps. Seriously . Lead. Chachacha. Premiere december 30. Chacha, one, two. Oh, on rtr. Once again , good evening everyone. This is hello andrey, and today we remember our travels through them, now, of course, the song of the peoples artist of russia can serve as an almost epigraph to our program. Which he will now perform on kashtanova street, everyone is dancing and singing, tall and important with mirrored shop windows, sparkling lights. But i prefer the ones that are not noisy, the ones that are onestory ones are dearer, their names make them gentle, it becomes brighter , i turn onto the grapevine, on a shady street i stand in the shade, cherry, pear, green, cool, as if they are leading me back to childhood long ago. And may siren, or maybe chestnut, and not on eda streets, then on the meadow, meet first with love, unexpectedly unexpected, wander again until complete. I wont be myself, ill walk along apricotovaya, turn onto grape, on a shady street ill stand in the shade, everlasting, pear, green, cool, as if theyre leading me back to childhood long ago. There are Central Streets, high and important, with mirrored shop windows, with garlands of lights, but for me. Ill turn onto the grapevine on a deny street, i ll stand in the shade, cherry, pear, green, padded, as if. As if in childhood long ago they lead me, ill walk into apricot, turn onto grape, and on denistka street ill stand in the shade. Snowy, pearshaped, earthy, cushiony, as if they were taking me back to childhood long ago bravo, thank you, thank you, well, here tatyana says how this song was born, tell me, on gorky street there was a national cafe, downstairs there was such a cafe, and all the famous song poets usually gathered there for lunch. Made this song, she went for a walk throughout the soviet union in tashkent, she spent her childhood in germany, but in general we have to say yes, that minsk, the city of molodechno, these streets have become. You are dearest, well, how can i tell you, yes , i dont remember german streets, to be honest, i was little in germany, my father returned to the soviet union in 1950, and as my mother told me, then you spoke german, you spoke , very good, i had a nanny, a german , today i remember only one thing, when suddenly we were walking opposite our house there was a park, it is now a big park that doesnt last long, and when we came out onto our street, we looked at people standing near our balcony, i rather escaped, maybe even the police, that is, you they gave such home concerts from this balcony, listen, molodechno is a unique town, it was a polish city, a real polish city, i remember it now, you know, under this balcony. And it was, i remember it now, it was winter very strong, severe frost, a lot of snow, we showed trophy films, the signal of the solar valley in the cultural center, just watch this film, i watched this film, but i say, everything turned upside down in my soul, you know, as i heard, heard that music of these at all wonderful artists, we stood under the balcony half the night and discussed this picture, and my mother said from the balcony enough already. Ill tell you that we met with a friend of your youth, grigory semyonovich, soroka, let s see, dear yuri, i think that you recognize me, we are under the roof of your house, where you lived with your mother, father, sister zhanna, the street was called zhdanovo street, now it is masherov street, you see, dear how carefully they preserved their house, even the doors were preserved, as they were, yes, essentially hasnt changed. You went to music school there as a little boy, and then when you grew up you ran to the music school along this street, you remember, yura, this park, we also ran here to dances, we loved to make a date here, and sometimes we were here, here we are and got to our almamata. Our dear, we are waiting for you, we love you and we will be glad to meet you, well, jalal said that when he comes to moscow, he likes to walk along the arbat, i also read somewhere in an interview that you have one of your favorite streets, yes too in moscow, this is arbat, yes, of course, of course, but now i , uh, i lived on a street called new gardens, now i live on ryabinovaya street, and. I didnt come up with anything and didnt hang it up, it just happened that way, you know, here, here i live, probably the most russianspeaking village, as you can call it that , its 20 km from the city, its called vishnevka, they tried to rename it, they still say vishnevka, ask a few good words about you as a performer, to be honest , i i didnt expect you to sing so wonderfully at all, it just surprised me, i sometimes i watch the program. Well, when i have time, i definitely watch it. I think that this is the right decision, we became closer to the people, just closer to the people, there are no such people. Well , lets sing the streets of arbat today at least a little. The lanes of the arbat, how dear your peace is to me, the noise of the cars will go somewhere, im drowning in groans with my hand, retrain the obbak, give me some music. From myself, ill spend the sunsets with you, ill meet you with the sunrise, theres an armada on the street, convince me from the slaughter, ill spend my sunsets, ill meet you with you, but lets continue our journey along native streets, vladislav bykovsky from the yaroslavl region with a song. When spring comes, i dont know, when spring comes, i dont know, it will rain, the snow will melt, but you are my dear street. I love the weather, but you are my dear street and the weather is dear to me, on this street i chased pigeons across. The roofs of teenagers, and here at this crossroads i met my own with love, and here in the world there are many glorious street people, but i dont replace them, eh. In my destiny, you have become the main street of my home. You have become the main thing in all destiny, my native street, song from the movie spring on zarechnaya street, what street are you coming to us from . I live and work on post office street. The village of vakhrameyka, lyubimsky district of the yaroslavl region, this is the only street, well, there are literally two or three streets, but the main street is a postal street, but they told me that you have a gypsy wife, whom you sought, in general, through thorns to the stars, yes, now, of course, its already funny to remember these moments, the girl with a high fence. I stole it together, everything was exactly as it was, how you, how you, say, persuaded her parents, tell me, we just delayed time, this time stretched over several years, well, lets go to your postal streets and meet your young wife. Our street is the dream of every person , because your whole life is concentrated here, you live on it, work, go to the store on this street, to the club, to the church, the sign was made simply from old boards, the distance, i checked it on the map specifically so that everything it was clear. In this village there were no street names before, now they decided to call it postal street, because there is a post office on it, one one of the oldest organizations that exists here, its great, this is zhenya, my friend, we need to find some wood for decorative benches, i spent my childhood in similar conditions, then of course, like all young people, i went to study, but stayed there, now here i am rediscovering our russian village, i am the village, i am our village. The time has come, my general philosophy in life is, this is where a person lives, his homeland is there, that is, he must equip this place, there is no need for any colossal investments, money, everything can be done with your own hands, this is a house of culture our village, still unfinished project, is called village windows, these are original frames from local houses, which , unfortunately, the residents either left at one time or have already died, and the houses stood ownerless. I walk through the ruins of these houses, collect these casings, of course they are all in terrible condition, i take them apart, repair them, paint them, restore them, each master puts his own philosophy into each casing, the lower part of the casing seems to cut off the dark forces on the other side, and the top one, on the contrary , symbolizes purity; people usually draw here birds, this is my house where i live with my family, we bought it, now were slowly putting it in order, i dismantled the garage, sawed some of it, and from the rest of the parts i also quickly built a gazebo, look at the views, even in the fall , come out and enjoy yourself, hello, hello, welcome to our home, hello wife, we live with. With my wife and child, we are slowly making repairs, changing the wiring, the floor is there to the best of our ability, i went here on weekends for six months, well, i did the repairs , but i didnt come, im very happy that everything is like this it turns out that we came to this village, that here such goodnatured people help us in everything, we live, hum along, take me with you, i want to be with you. Oh, listen, well, without realizing it, you yourself almost made a big art project, because, for example, at one of the Largest International exhibitions there was an artist from belarus who also collected platbands from, lets say, already abandoned belarusian houses, and this is a whole arthroject, and i think you havent heard anything about it, they did it too, we are all in a hurry for miracles. But nothing is more wonderful than the earth sweeping across the heavens and the roof of your house, your house, after advertising, friends, we will return, stay with us, the farm is already painfully deaf, a former collective farm, we will raise it, so where is the chief engineer, i am the chief engineer, Marina Sergeevna novikov. Today on rtr. Many of you check your email first thing when you wake up. And i, of course, am no exception. The champagne opened. If you want to get the sea, put it in. Nikolai baskov, the most positive. Morning mail with nikolay baskel on sundays on rtr. From the first note. Beauty, repeats, from the first phrase. A bird in your hands is better than a feather in one place, you swim shallowly, my dear. From the first smile we recognize each of them, front, profile, back of the head, belov, or something, weve been together since first grade, were also responsible for everything we do together, and in all this crap, ive got your back, team, slow down from the car, the bastard is only looking at the platform. You played with Yuri Abramovich bashmet, peoples artist of the ussr, ussr this translates to soviet union of socialist republics. Thats it, youre just someone amazing, absolutely a boy, you should do the tchaikovsky competition from the age of 8. Yuri abramovich, what do you think . Well, if we can include the original russian instrument viola, viola. I know that you dreamed of kittens. It seems to me that what is especially nice is to receive a kitten from the rukh of Yuri Abramovich bashmet. And its snowing, snowing, everything around is waiting for something. Blue bird, sunday on rtr. Once again, good evening to everyone who has just turned on their tvs. Today on the program , hello andrey, we are traveling through our native streets and now a duet will appear on our stage, whose song at the beginning of 2000 sounded from every mobile phone. Super, lets try to sing with us, its necessary, yes it will be so, well, lets go , all those who are watching us from those tv screens, lets go, its raining outside, its on the street, and ill throw a umbrella, theyre coming out of beer, little girl, the little boy asks the question, are you ready . What is the sky, what is the world, what is love, and you love me, yeah, and you will be with me, yeah, so we will be together, so we will always be next to you, come on what will mom say and what will dad say . When we walk together, they wont let you go anywhere anyway, they wont let you play with you, but you love me, yeah, and youll be with me, yeah. So we will be together, so we will always be next to you, come on, until such a time comes, we are all together, when it will be possible to love, well, lets try everything together with us now, okay, whoever is listening to us, raise your right handle. Thats it, we see you, and you love me, everyone is ready, one two, three, and you love me, yeah, and you will be with me, yeah, so we will be together, so we will be close with you, always, and you love me, yeah , and you will be with me, yeah, so we will be together, so we will always be next to you, so we will be together, as we will always be next to you, hey, yeah, and you will be with me, yeah . May we be together, so we will be next to you , thank you, tell me, your union began with this song, yes, of course, of course , yes, i just do too, and you love her, yeah, thats it, thats what i confessed, so i confessed, yes, only here, how is your life, tell me, how is my life, everything is fine with me, im a little like that. Boys, so i devoted a lot of time to my family, well, now sasha and i decided, and you came back, you were between germany and russia, you were going to a family, i have two children, two children , yes, well, actually, i still stayed there, but for the last 3 years i have been trying to stay only in the country that i really like, what street is yours, tell me now, seaside . This is the yard, the street, of course, everyone was running for bread, because the store where they were running for bread . Andrey, if we didnt run for bread, well, the family would be simply hungry or, as i think, on the verge, then i ran for beer, and i, yes, and you ate bread on the way when i bought it, no, no, no, i had this, i had such a fetish, i mostly went with my grandmother to buy bread and she took it like this here are the crumbs from the bakery and i just peeled these crumbs, i was so happy with these crumbs. What could be in the crumbs, i say, lord, the immune system then worked at 100 , or maybe at 110, well, im german and we all lived in northern kazakhstan, respectively, and all the streets there were very similar, of course there was a street, what do you think, communist, no, a little bit, a lot of communist, a little communist, but i havent been in moscow for a while, im going, and we have the church of st. Martin the confessor on this street. What are you doing , i mean im coming to my neighbors house, im saying tan, after the renovation, the church of st. Martin from the confessor and how can you imagine the church of st. Martin the confessor on. I understand , it looks in germany too, oh, andrey, in germany, you need to understand that all people are very optimistic, always in order to catch this buzz, from there is some kind of nostalgia, because everyone is sick with nostalgia from the first day of moving, to turlik, and for the rest of their lives, of course everyone watches russian television, well, lets say your parents say hello from germany, attention, hello, studio, hello, from germany, we are sashas parents, and uh, you know, everything in our globe, everyone is looking forward to saturday and sunday, when this program is aired, and do you know why . Yes, because it is popular, andrey, thank you very much for bringing out such a huge layer folk art, thats why she s loved among the people, but since shes so musical. We cant even hear the rustles in the garden, everything here froze until the morning, if you knew, then moscow evenings are dear to me. Isolation, where memory is like a line on a postal sheet, will heal our heart when it languishes, clean ponds, shy, clean ponds, a green dream of centuries. My distant shore of childhood, where the accordion sounds. I hurry there, good light is pouring there, and the boats on the water, like the sun singing, have gone into the whirlwind of years, here i am again, and you will come back. Clean ponds, shy and you, like girls, fell silent in the waters. Pure with a rod, my distant shore of childhood, where the accordion sounds, one day you will walk into the boulevard ring, in my memory, we will meet, probably, here i am. And the heart will be healed, the nerves will be calmed, clear ponds, sensitive silts, how the girls fell silent at waters, clean ponds, centuries of greenery. Where does the accordion sound . Each of us in the world has places that are many years away, closer and dearer to us, where one can breathe easily, where the world is clean, it makes us a difference to the world, clean ponds, sedentary and. And you are like the girls fell silent by the water, clean ponds, green juice for centuries, my distant shore of childhood, where it sounds. Good evening, dima, i said that you are from omsk, and where did you spend your childhood, in the same place, i grew up in omsk, and what street . I have the streets at the moment. Now this is batumi 40, where i live, the second electric locomotive, where i have been working for 15 years at the Russian Railways lyceum number eight, as a teacher of additional education. You spent your summers with your grandmother in the village, from the age of six, yes, every summer, and you are all fans of the work of igor tolkova, i know that when you come to moscow, you always come too, but at his grave, this is mine. In the yard, maybe, when i was selecting musical material, it was immediately obvious that this was a song for him, special prizes are awarded to oleg barkhatov , everyone called him olesya, that was his nickname, he sang on the stage of a student club, he bought everyone with his style of performance, after jurmala, he had a chance, of course, to catch on to a career, as they say, to rush to moscow to the center. He chose to stay here in krasnoyarsk with his family, he never complained, he didnt whine, he didnt whine, in the late nineties, he was invited to a restaurant, there seemed to be another side effect oleg began to drink from work, his wife tried to save the family, to keep him, but oleg made a decision , left his family, after some time he got another woman, she works as a waitress in a restaurant, that is , practically an office romance, how would i live with this woman, for her, without any kind of communication. I would even fold my head, which is a more difficult addition, one evening when they sang, he, his new woman and this womans mother had a huge row , a tragedy happened, he was stabbed right in the heart, he died almost on the spot, the investigation had several versions, one of them was who exactly was to blame, the pain outweighed everything, but i think that after all, these songs that he sang will remain with us forever, clean ponds, green for centuries, and two performers, age, your street is called batumskaya, but im interested, is there an omskaya street in batum . There is a song about omsk streets, by the way. Between by the way, am i right . Yes, there is, come on, come on then, by the way, the song is the calling card of the city, that is, it turns out, its so interesting that im connected with the railway, and this song always plays at the railway station, when branded trains leave and arrive, yes, so , attention, attention, the train is arriving on the second platform, the numbering of the cars from the head of the train and. The lanterns squint from the flickering snowflakes, every house with golden lights is on fire, i love faces, at this hour, when the lanterns shine on each other, i love, i i love. Shilom streets, at this hour, when the lanterns were shining, for me you are from dawn to dusk, i am always waiting for you on lenin square, at this hour, when. With a friend to give, i am always waiting for you on lenin square in my native the city of apatity is also lenin square, so we can just safely do the second verse too, where lenin square was, after the advertisement, friends, we will be back, stay with us. Hello, hello, mash, im sorry, but i cant live without you. Premiere on rtr. Decent girls are having breakfast at this time, and here you are, thats it, the sniper worked. Marya sergeevna believes that everything is not so simple here, but i trust marya sergeevna. What did you think, huh . What could i think . Okay, i wont keep you. Detain me, please, i beg you, detain me. New secrets of the investigation. Well watch it on monday on rtr. You look , we can handle it, if you ask, then with a hint, the name of which character from pushkins works, everyone knows how much it will be 7. 8, 7. 8, 7. 8, how much, who is at work, speaks a lot and loudly, answer only with humor , i would be an oak tree, chop, no, pinch, housing and communal services, i dont know what else, geometry, algebra, physics, chemistry this is a set for headaches, god forbid, well, i messed with both of them and what, i wonder how he lives . You know that you raised a monster, yes, there is blood, a lot of it, on the floor and the coffee table, waiting is worse than death, i will not rest until i find out what happened to your daughter, do you believe me, the unknown is worse than the truth, the body of a young woman was found girls, today on rtr. Carry me away, deer, to your country like a deer, where pines burst into the sky, blue light, 31 december on rtr, how rural they are, and i also prepared for the new season for the new year. I have a new surgical cap. Sklefosovsky. New season in the new year. Nart. Once again, good saturday evening to everyone, friends. Thank you for being with us. Today we travel to the places of our childhood , remembering our native streets and everything connected with them. And continues our program. Its a lonely evening with her, a lonely evening without you, youre not with me, i miss you. Our table is empty on yours, the candles are burning out, im alone, its raining on the streets, death flashes across my lungs, you probably wont come today, youre not here, now with me, no, where are you now, why didnt you come, maybe the rain has become an obstacle, you know, im alone now, spit on the rain and. Come, and walk along the dark streets , distant streetlights touch you, you probably wont come today, youre not with me now, no, lonely, without you, i dont even need the longlost quiet, only thoughts, you come, and the rain is walking along the dark streets, the lanterns are shining, the light is shining, you are probably no longer here today, you are not here, now with me, no, well, tell me where your favorite street is, my native street in the village of medinko, kursk region, sovetskaya street, also one of the most im 6 years old, i m running along this street as fast as i can, my mother is behind me with a twig, she found out, what i smoke, six, six, yeah. We were taught by a guy in the yard , i have the same story, a little later, where did you learn to play the guitar, in the yard too, i learned to play the guitar in the yard, by the way , thanks to the songs of yuri mikhailov, me, no, myself, i was about five years old, my favorite singer, i was in childhood, now, probably, it remains, so im just mirrors, well, what will you play today, that yesenin, yesenin, yes, now its decided. Without a return, moscow, come on, well done, yes, now it has been decided without a return, will they have their own wings, and above me will ring to the field, my low house has long been stooped, my old dog has long died. On the curved streets of moscow , it was not god who judged the nobles to die, i love this city of communication, even if tattered, let the detachment, golden napping asia, rest on the bathing grounds, when the moon shines at night, like the light, the devil knows how, im walking with my head in the lane with a familiar koba, the noise and din of this plogore and jokes is mixed with sleep, my heart beats more and more often, im not talking about dad, im just like you , im lost, now i cant go back, low house. My old dog has long been stooped, my old dog has long been an outcast, in moscow, well , peoples artist of russia Vladimir Devyatov continues our program with a song, ill go out into the street. Drove me crazy, ill go out into the street and look at the village , the girls are walking and im having fun, ill go out into the street and have a look. To the village, the girls are walking, im having fun, my heart feels like its burning, i used to walk in the green garden, i thought i wouldnt go outside forever, uh, i thought i wouldnt go outside forever, but now my heels and little legs are burning in the wind,