500 euros i remember exactly, its a corset, a skirt and, well, a coat or something, do you still have jeans . Its just the coolest thing now , i dont know, in short, we were fashionable, thats how ill tell you, i had a noise, we thought how that moment, you know what year, ninetysix, i remember exactly, you must remember, like yes, well, because in the ninety fifth place, and this is dulchabana, thats all , you see with me, this is where this is where this is the red background, we in a snowstorm, and this is by the way, and very fashionable too, this is leather and llama, this llama is my moment, this is jatrois. I went to paris specifically for shopping, and bought myself enough things , heres the scene, we had a radison, there was some wealthy girl in the nineties, it was straight, wealthy, but what to do, the thing is that i really very much, im alone with my dad, and he loved me, he earned enough and spoiled me, in the literal sense, youre lucky, and this is a tv photo, my favorite photo in my entire career, this. They just built the only plastic crossing this one and on the second day, when it opened, we went there and filmed a blizzard, yes a blizzard with a red background a telice, well, by the way, and this is my birthday, its me in black alisherovsky, this is my birthday, yes its good, but whats so sad about a birthday, yes this is some kind of moment, oh my god , tired of guests, congratulations, congratulations, we survived in the nineties, so we have nothing to worry about, thank you very much , thank you, the summer rains have stopped, but she said autumn, wait for winter, but i didnt have to wait all winter, im staying with you for the winter. Tell me yes is my answer tell me yes bliss. Battle, the summer rains died down, but she said its late, but its gone, and now im staying with you for the winter. This was not a bad podcast, today we made an incredible, vibrant journey into the nineties, watch us on the first website and stay trending. Hello dear friends, the following joke was published in the krokodil magazine in 1979 a boy approaches his longhaired father, who is carefree strumming a guitar and asks dad, what will you be when you grow up . Gentlemen, this is the sunday group, it is 45 years old today. Gentlemen, look how you have grown. And look at myself. Dear friends, i am convinced that my generation will now cling to the screens, and lets remember what it was like when there were trees. Large, group sunday, all the conversations later, whos to blame for the fact that youre tired, that you didnt find what you were waiting for, you lost everything, that you were looking for so much, rose into the sky, fell, and whose fault is that day after day life is passing away, a stranger way, i have become lonely, your house has become lonely and its empty outside your window and the light is dimming and the sounds are silent and new torments are looking for hands and if your pain subsides, then there will be a new trouble who is to blame, tell me brother, one is married, the other is rich, one is funny, the other is in love, one is a fool, the other is your enemy, and whose fault is it, what is there, they wait for each other, and thus they live, but the day is long, and the night is empty, the warm places are crowded, and the light fades, and they are silent sounds, and new torment, are looking for hands, and if your pain subsides, then there will be a new misfortune, who is to blame, what is the secret, that there is no grief , there is no happiness, there is no success without defeat, and its even on the score, its no ones fault that youre alone and live. Life is one and so long and so boring, and you still expect that you will die someday, and the light will fade, and the sounds will be silent, and new torments, im looking for ways, if your pain subsides, then there will be a new beta, if now some child, late to fall asleep, came up to the tv, dad, what was that . Its sunday, son in 1979, these bells, today they are number one in fashion, of course, as you can probably guess, we came to visit each other, turned on these sixpin bells in each others sides. This is understandable, but sooner or later romanovs voice began to sound, what is this, this guy came from moscow, brought it but this sunday, now ill tell you, this is so obvious from rostov, but how it was clear from moscow, how the group resurrection became, we played mainly at dances, we played basically all kinds of farm stuff, so that people would dance, but now we dared to play their songs and i would have been surprised when it turned out that the guys stopped dancing, came up to the speakers and started listening, well, firstly, alyosha sings like a god, but most importantly, he also writes, thats. Thats why the canopy gold everything you did for yourself, i would say that sunday is the group that did themselves, there werent any producers yet , no one in the world was a music director yet, these people seemed to know what to do, or maybe they did know, say, well, well carry you in our arms and so, even if youll go out and be silent, but theres something new, thats what you came up with new recently. Years, there is this, and after a while we will show you, now there will be another song in miminori, which we, well, literally really like, its very dear, just tell me who were with today see you, sergey timofeev, bass guitar, well, im sorry, we know your timofeev, comrades, alexey krabkov , on drums, yuri smolikov, on keys, happiness, dima debrov, fan, vocals, vocals, yes, yes, no, no, im the bands ear , teach me to live, teach me to do something, my nights and days are rich. As if dreams are short, and what loves through sleep, what breathes on behalf of the body, is only a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. Teach me what to choose, between black and white, so that other peoples goods are not divided into yours and mine, give me flattering thoughts, fantasize between in part and as a whole, give me a high goal. Teach me to live, bring me paper wings, freedom and conscience, do not leave me in a storm in calm clothes from trouble, for what has been and will be. And how i will finally calm down, give me a soul in the palms of water, the reflection of a star, and what i have acquired, lived, is dust, i dont regret anything, what was kneedeep in lies, what was up to my neck in melancholy, teach me again, i am nothing i dont know how, but what i have is a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. Dear friends, this is an anthropology podcast, first things first. Next, the Group Celebrates the resurrection the fortyfifth anniversary before our eyes, led by Alexei Romanov as usual. Please tell me, today you hear your colleagues, how they work, how they write songs, do you see what is popular today, how could you compare the trend in songwriting in the late seventies and today . No, dimochik, i wont, i wont, dear, because now every teenager on an ipad can do it. A normal track in a commercial sense, corrupt, and artificaltel, heres another thing, oh yes, because of this we are gradually. We stop, that is, its loaded with how many channels there are on tv, suddenly you hear this terrible music, these terrible voices of the actors and the sound is gone, then its good that there is a remote control, but as for, well, we were at a festival in izhevsk recently, there is an amazing team, they play the music that we understand, that music , which we dont. Understand, its in these dishes in the speakers that these people are playing, they will grow up, and maybe they will become wiser, that now you and i will show people, but its not you and me, but you , time has probably run out, song postkovnaya, yes, the text lay there for quite a long time, i was still figuring out what it was about this, the roof on noterdam has already burned down, and for yes. I began to understand the song , which is quite long in a key that is difficult for a guitarist, but this is absolutely unimportant, because now well try, so that means this is literally a bad week for this song, yes no, there is no year, for me a week without year is the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday, this is for me 10 years ago, and this is yesterday 5 years ago, so the song was just written by the group of resurrection. The time has run out, the die has been cast, the hour has struck, the baggage has been packed, the harvest, the catch, the spoils, there is no rest in that will, the time has come to flow like a river, and crumble, in the yellow flame of azat, count the dead cards with an evil hope, burning out in the sharp teeth of the gears, whose calculations are stubborn , the bell will ring, as if the sentries will arrive, they guard the distribution, guard the waste, watch over waste, everyone will believe. Everyone gets enough sleep, its too late to hide behind the door, the speech is dark, the melancholy is indistinct, something for the wind to play with, the fire has been going on for half an hour, its not sweet here, its not holy there, when im dancing at the hub. The cart is running low, time is slow, majestic, the cup is overflowing, a ringing drop knock over, and runs uncontrollably, a frightened squirrel, in a crazy wheel. And runs uncontrollably, a frantic squirrel in a crazy wheel. Well, i hope that our grandchildren at this hour felt this taste of moscow rockroll, how would you lyosha, you divided the history of the group into periods . I came from the camps, from the military, with a haircut, wearing dark glasses , yes, much like now, yes, wearing dark glasses, two of my old friends came to see me, zhenya margules and seryozhka vago, these are my precious friends. Come on he says, you have a song, lets say lets cook something, because the opportunity arose, before the moscow olympics of the eightieth year, to post on radio moscow world service, some uncontrolled editors with then on the medium waves there were successful acquisitions of graps, boomerang, whoever was there, in general, we found place. Dima linnik had his own fanatic, uncontrollable by anyone, then we went somewhere in the south to swim, and returned as a famous group, that is , all that remained was to Start Playing some sons, uh, actually, this is the first stage, on on which during the recording was joined by andryushka sapunov, who, in my opinion, had just quit his job. Flowers entered college, and petya podgorodetsky helped on the keys, well , we were furious as much as we could, that 27 years old, this is of course still puppy age , i now know, yeah, once upon a time internal internal movements began to occur, well , zhenya margulevis went to lenkom, to araks, and we didnt have any, so kolutin vadik there were sensible replacements, genevo and yes bassisttom, and then on new years eve, earring kawagoy says take nikolsky on guitar, repertoire, the name will be the same, as you already said, youre a leader, kostya is a leader, well, as we already did, its a big deal, uh, kovoy had a custom of soldering the team together, we didnt mess with nikolsky, wow, yeah , they were engaged exclusively in art, yes, but nonkola sex symbols of women, well, why did he, how. Surprisingly, then there was a long, long break, i was tossed around the world, carried in the darkness, in ninety four, our comrade, misha kapnik started celebrate another Millennium Group on sunday, and three concerts in the central concert hall of russia, we gathered for this purpose and rehearsed. We prepared, played with Great Success and it turned out that in general we could continue further, that we were quite a touring band, well, away we go, since then there have been all sorts of songs, and you wrote and wrote new, new songs, no, i dont write like that, no, no, no, no, if it doesnt hit me, then i ll fix it, it will be early in the morning, while im still not quite myself, ill fix it. And well see there, well see there, lets do it now lets break into singing something, lets listen from what period from what period now, also relatively new , as they say, on the road to heaven, in unclear dreams you will find the answer, go back to the beginning, in the darkness the word sounded, let there be light, the earth is round and cheerful, doing good and desiring evil, it lived. There lived a story in this and this world, the sixth territory on the third planet, sparkled with snow, did not believe in tears, the gypsies left it on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, and i take, i dont choose, die of love, through the edges of the edge of paradise live white, love, sharper than a dagger, hotter than fire, worked, pushed, gave birth. It pressed me, i was tossed around the world, carried in the darkness. I was sent to court to answer, to prison, a fire, an ax, a guitar, a flag sword, angels saved me, four orderlies took me out of the noose, and i sing to you and play, you walk, bald, in the depths of the wilderness of a free, dissatisfied soul, like beauty the dew will deceive the fog again, the gypsies left it on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven. Dear friends, we are with you again at the fortyfifth anniversary of the Resurrection Group led by Alexei Romanov. We settled on the fact that we survived the ninetyfourth resurrection, but if you like, a second wind opened, a second birth, as i understand the situation , it was so, despite the fact that already in 94. Rollers were willingly invited to nightclubs along with pop musicians, they received loot, they began to write, so that it would be pleasant, as a moneymaker, and then you, the clubs, uh, became hungry, then, of course, like mushrooms after the rain, it was terribly funny, we played in metelitsa on kalininsky prospekt, and we had exactly two prostitutes as an audience, but what surprises you . Nothing surprises us, for some time now nothing surprises us at all, and also that we are in ninety four, well, in ninetyfive, ninety, what else can we celebrate . There was such a feeling, and recently someone and i were talking that you are climbing a slippery slope while liquid clay is flowing onto you from there, it was a time of effort, and so on, well, the 2000s came, there was a lot of talk about what number the line starts with, yes, from zero or from one, about changes, im not ready to talk, by that time it would have been all the same to me, because what depended on me, what depends on me, i will do, what does not depend on me, uh, ill let it pass and not. Will you reproach yourself . Where should i reproach myself . Ive already reproached myself, to be honest, its cooked in a frying pan instead, i was invited on sunday , the ensemble was invited around the country in the 2000s and 1900s, well, we had tours, yes, we did well there, as a rule, this is where such tours are , as a rule, this society city book lovers, no, university cities, well then , lets not deny ourselves, comrades, the pleasure of listening to another song, which one . Yes, some songs, these are ballad comrades, its hard, but here its not sacred, but its fantastic, as they say , its not nice there, its not connected here, its fantastic that now the potholes are cursing into dancing, the cart is downhill about the body. I will walk the road of disappointment again enchanted. The mind is full of bright expectations, the heart senses a new peta, why are you disturbing me again, the voice that calls from the darkness, the path the century has not yet passed, the century has not yet been lived. Is this the way you are walking, or is the darkness blinding your eyes, or is the silence hiding the cry, where now to look for you , lost . I swear, you are already an old man, on the road of vague impulses, where the wind is, the fresh air is long, the path of my rebirths is long, to the distant land of unfulfilled hopes, but having asked the mountain from his shoulders, he straightened his shoulders, proudly ordered himself, lady, if i came across you , it means you are not on the same path with me, i hear voices that are always right, i am afraid of grayhaired rightness, so that i can lie down in the grass, in the morning with a rose you part in the morning, the road of revelations. Past the spring of girlish tears, i will go out near the cemetery of doubts, onto a steep cliff, well, in the spring, in the pine trees in the lot. Pouring in the hour of appointments, dreams, enchanted i will go, along the road of disappointments, enchanted they will go again. When you sing along the way to disappoint. We immediately remember the time when everything seemed so clear to us, this tells you, im flying towards you, you can see that its not on the way with me, thats the trick of it all, uh, we were flying against the flow, for heres a guitar from us drums, just like for all , probably, teenagers around the globe in those days, and it was a wonderful outlet, and its interesting that groups always arose around drums. Because , listen, you can return guitars to leningradka for 9 rubles to the pickup, thats all, if youre a novel, then youre already singing, you cant get this anywhere, and first of all, idle School Principals bought