It is unlikely that back in 1958, one of the authors of the music for the film “The Other Side” thought about fame, that they would write a song for all time, that it would live long, firmly bind several generations and be imprinted in the minds of millions people as a call to feat - for the sake of a friend, and for the sake of a loved one, and for the sake of the Motherland.
Pakhmutova was 28. Oshanin was 46. She comes from Stalingrad.
He is from Rybinsk.
At the age of 13, she already played in hospitals for our wounded soldiers, played the accordion, which was half her height.
At 28, by hook or by crook, he got to the front, although his eyesight was worse than ever, and he went through the entire war as a correspondent.
In the victorious 1945, composer Anatoly Novikov wrote music to Lev Oshanin's poems - and no matter how many years have passed since then, we freeze, as soon as we hear: "Oh, roads ... Dust and fog ... Cold, anxiety .. Yes, steppe weeds ... "
Pakhmutova's creative victories were yet to come.
Perhaps the "Song of Troubled Youth" was the first of them.
Our concern is simple.
Our concern is:
The native country would live,
And there are no other worries!
The film was based on Viktor Keen's novel about Komsomol members of the 1920s, and the song turned out to be about all those who, without thinking about themselves, think about the Fatherland, go to defend it at the first call, value true friendship and true love above all else.
The song turned out.
About all those whose light does not allow us to sink into darkness, disappear into obscurity, disappear to the delight of enemies of all stripes.
Today is such a day.
For me for life and since childhood - the Soviet army and navy.
For those who are younger - Defender of the Fatherland.
From changing places...
Today is a very important day.
Only empty noise cannot be raised today - today we must remember.
About everyone - who was, about everyone - who is.
On those lines that protect our absolutely peaceful life.
When he left the house for a bottle of milk and returned to the house with a bottle of milk.
But this is not always the case and not everywhere.
You know everything.
And about the Great Patriotic War.
And about Donbass.
And about many other things - when people in uniform walked and did their duty and orders.
And that's why we can... Anything we can.
At least read and write in your own language.
Leave the house for a bottle of milk.
A loaf of bread ... There is so much of it, that bread - it seems that there has never been so much.
Let us both
Trouble after disaster threatens
But my friendship with you
Only die with me.
Probably, this is always the case - not to find the right words for what is beyond ordinary perception, everyday feeling.
Many of us have no idea about the war, never held a weapon in our hands.
Well, yes - someone served in the army, a year or two.
Someone was at the training camp.
But... A very long time ago, we, the happy heirs of the generation of winners, forgot to think about how it happens - when the war comes to your house.
As long as I can walk
As long as I can see
As long as I can breathe
I will go ahead!
We don't need rest
Happy with such a fate.
You take the flame with your hand,
Break the ice with your breath.
“A mocking ear,” my friend remarked about the installation that greeted guests at the entrance to the exhibition “DK USSR”.
It is indeed blasphemous.
Or not?
And do they hear?
And if they hear us ... We should, oh, how to think about what we will say to them when each of us and at the right time will have the opportunity to talk to them ...
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Today is Defender of the Fatherland Day.
Day of the Soviet Army and Navy.
Have you already visited the exhibition?
Even if not, it doesn't matter.
I will tell you about two main things.
First - about the photographs of Evgeny Khaldei.
The famous and legendary, and so on and so forth ... But oh, how he got it after the war.
Such was the time.
Find it, read it.
In the meantime... Follow me.
Here is a hall dedicated to his work.
Boys with machine guns, almost children, teenagers - defenders of the Motherland, defenders of the Fatherland on land and at sea.
When is that?
In the Great Patriotic War.
Here are women, at combines and tractors, on farms and in the field, at construction sites - defenders of the Fatherland on a par with men, replacing them in the rear.
When is that?
In the Great Patriotic War.
After it, many did not return to their homes.
From men...
Here are the ones who returned.
Front-line soldiers.
Photo portrait.
1950s.
Look into their eyes.
We have to see what they saw - God forbid.
Take a closer look.
Into their faces.
Into their inner light.
And also a correction.
And yet ... They are all in shape.
Everything is in the same uniform in which they came home from the war.
She's washed and ironed, but she's seen the looks - the scuffs, the scars of time - she's many years old, in that uniform.
And it was for them, for those of our defenders, the main, and often the only clothing - for all occasions.
That's how it was.
So they lived after the Victory.
Outside paradise.
But with a garden blooming in the soul.
If we do not save what they have conquered, the price is not even worth a penny to us - half a penny.
The point is clear - they loved life and loved to live, to the fullest, albeit in one permanent overcoat.
This is when you visited the heavenly father, and they let you go home, and you came to that house whole.
And now you can go in the morning for a bottle of milk.
Just.
But it's not quite so simple - you remember everything.
Children... And women... In those cities, in those villages that had to be taken away from the enemy.
Children and women who will never go for...
And just like in everyone's life,
You will meet love one day,
With you, as you are, bravely
She will go through the storm.
And here they are, in spite of everything, loved, gave birth to our fathers and mothers.
They built a great country.
The greatest in the world.
And remember: on any day, everything can happen again.
That is why it was so in everyday conversations with young people: “Did you serve in the army?”
He served in the army.
At least I can say it.
They left a memorial for us.
Obelisk.
Maybe there is another name.
If you go to the exhibition, you will understand.
They left us the Palace of Soviets, never built, but visible and alive - even now you can enter it.
Which is 415 meters high.
But it doesn't matter how tall he is.
It is important that the reinforcement from its foundation went in 1941 to the anti-tank hedgehogs of Moscow, and in 1944 to the Kerch bridge.
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If you can mentally enter it, you can climb to its very top - you will see Russia.
See the USSR.
Great empire.
Our common house.
All our boundaries.
Everything from which the heart contracts is impossible to grasp with the mind or understand, except with the heart.
They never celebrated their weekends, formal costumes, not literally, of course, I'm talking about something else.
But they ruled our country from end to end.
They celebrated the Fatherland for us.
And we need to remember every day: everything can happen again.
Don't think that everything has been sung
That the storms have died down.
Get ready for a great goal
And glory will find you!
Let there be peace.
May our enemies be crushed to dust.
May a fair trial be done on them, our eternal enemies.
And may each of the defenders, each of those who at the front and in the rear forged then and is forging the Victory now, may they all return to their homes, to their relatives, to their father's threshold.
Even if it's not possible, it's all the same - let it be so.
It simply cannot be otherwise.
And snow and wind
And the night flight of stars.
Me, my heart
Calls to the disturbing distance...
The point of view of the author may not coincide with the position of the editors.