It to her ring as a gift. And his generosity did not know how to end, but on the other hand, he could get rid of it, because it is impossible to wear it, it is impossible to show it, you see, yes, from the royal right hand, so we took a photograph of this ring, that is, its practically the first photograph, an amateur one, is not of very good quality, but its just on those pianos, which means that an examination was carried out there, naturally, there is the coat of arms of the royal family. And a crown, here is a royal, well, imperial master, but unfortunately, the emerald turned out to be chrysoprase, well, for us this is a ring, my god, in fact, this cabochon cut, round, its usually made for not very highquality stones in order to hide cracks, so maybe, so to speak, they didnt immediately determine, well, its made from emerald or chorisoprase, but the examination determined confirmed everything, so. In fact, Maria Ivanovna lived a long life, so in ninetythree she came to the museum and offered this ring to the museum, and some collectors found out and offered money, but she said that she wanted it after all, the thing was in the museum , she sold it for some ridiculous money, as they told me then, two or three kilograms of sterlidi, the price, well, even now. More expensive, but in principle it would be enough for you and me, yes, rummage through your pockets, here, but time has still preserved technical progress, preserved for we have another such miracle, but besides, so to speak, some things that are convenient for us , whoever dared made recordings of his voice at the beginning of the 20th century, who dared to take photographs in the middle of the 19th century, yes, thats it, but strictly speaking, everything did make several recordings, you and i know, yes, my favorite recording is the monologue of the flapper from pugachevs poem, and now we have the opportunity to listen to Sergei Alexandrovichs reenactment, it makes a very strong impression, i warn viewers who havent heard, dashennaya, bloody mut, what are you . Erd or healing to the rings, lead me, lead me to him, i want to see this man, i spent 3 days looking for your sweeper out of the darkness, the clouds of the north fell with a stone pile, to his right, he didnt even. Along the paths, collanced, he was lucky with his eyes, the wind grabbed my hair like straw and made me faint with flails of rain, but a special heart will never get lost. Its not easy to knock off this head of neck, orenburg roofing felt, a redhaired camel, the dissolved one was asking for milk, cold, clumsy, in them through the darkness, i pressed them like bread with an exhausted eyelid, swipe, swipe me to him, i i want to see this man, absolutely amazing, its so dissonant with his appearance, so angelic, yes, when i first heard his voice, even his voice, i had it, well, somehow i imagined something a little different, yes, absolutely amazing impression, i noticed about myself, maybe you will agree with me, that when you meet the greats, yes, thats how you approach them, its very contagious, and you fall into some kind of addiction, then suddenly you notice that you already rolling up my sleeves, pulling up your pants, you work for your idol, tirelessly and cannot stop. What i mean is that you starred in the film, played yesenin, and after that, it means there was no end to your work, you decided to organize a museum, you did it, and you are still doing all this, tirelessly, that is, this some kind of contagious disease, sergevich, tell me, so, on the old arbat , the museum is located in the house, in the apartment where he lived, with his first actual civilian, like us. His wife anna izryadnova, tell us a few words, uh, the apartment where i lived in a communal apartment, house 44, according to the simulation, in apartment 14, the whole house was given to the employees of sytins printing house, and there, in all the apartments and even in the twentyfirst apartment, as i found out, yesenins friend lived , to whom he came, i was already familiar with these descendants, and when i arrived, he said, yes, this is the table at which yesenin sat with my dad, this is the table with me today, you immediately took it under your arm of course, of course, how could i possibly step back from this table, i have it here, it in anna romans room there is a fair amount of this table, well, here it is, but i probably wouldnt have taken it upon myself to create a museum , another idea spurred me on that Alexander Pushkin lived in this courtyard at different times, andrei bely was born there, when he came to moscow, he stopped and lived for a long time in alexander blok, barbat 51, and vladimir solovyov, a mystic, was such a poet, and so i took it on. Although they warned me, they say you will lose your health, but nothing will work out, i know i havent lost the funds and thats all it turned out, in my opinion, i know that you brought us an interesting thing, an incredible precious relic, this is a postcard, which is a copy, a photocopy of that postcard, because i gave a fake a year ago as a gift to the yeseninsky nature reserve. This is just a continuation of the village of konstantinovo, its one long, big village , from there, heres shtempel, kuzminskaya, he sends it to the volunteer sasha, who worked in a magazine for everyone, it was called a magazine for everyone, thats whats written here, its written here, yes , dear sashka, i would flog you by your hair, yes, you wont get it, what are you doing, i promised to write a letter, but i sat down, its not good, brother, every day i go to meadows in the ravine , play rainfall, the other day they beat me , great, they almost broke my head, i put it together, you know, for the headman, he got a kickass, and. One of them sang and hummed it at night, the socialists scooped me up to indoctrinate me, i ll get them all anyway, ill catch them, theyve smashed my little rain, well now hold on, theres a recruit for me, and the men are afraid of us, dear sashka, write quickly, and bow to anna karlovna, anna karlovna was the editor of this magazine for everyone, try it on my detractors, they wouldnt give us half a half for our poems, or they wouldnt. They wouldnt walk around and fight like heifers, here its very petty, petty, petty, attributed, i, of course, i really valued this postcard, but i dont i could have kept it, because it still has to go back to where it was from, so i not only dont regret it, im very glad that it will now be preserved, after all, you also have family things there, like Museum Workers they say , that is. To the hero, i know that there is a razor, yes, yes, this is where it all began, this is ninetyfives, photograph, you see, this is a machine. There was also a soap dish, there was also the same thing, there were several items there, i found out, it was 95, that in st. Petersburg there is a yasen razor, i dont know anything else, how to find it, st. Petersburg is not a small city, i ask the artists, says, i heard, i didnt hear, no one heard, the artist says you know, i think they showed it on tv, the circle is already narrowing, im on st. Petersburg television, and it says, yes, it happened, they showed who it is . Says boris nikifovich came, yar kravchenko brought it, he showed this shaving device on tv, they gave me a phone number, i called boris, he says, but he has already passed away, hes not there, whoever speaks, he says, its his son, stanislav boris. You kept the razor with which your dad performed on television, he says, yes, well, lets get acquainted, come, and i came with a performance, come to the performance, he watched the performance, the next day we met, and when i came to their house already to stanislav borisovich yar kravchenko, i found out that, firstly, anatoly yar was there kravchenko, peoples artist of the ussr. Even, with whom Nikolai Alekseevich Klyuev was very well acquainted, and in general this living room reminded me of a room that was dedicated to the poet klyuev, nikolai alekseevich, here he is depicted on the right, with whom he became friends, one of the first, at first there was a block , the block was handed over to gorodetsky, asein, and gorodetsky had already met klyuev, him. They even performed together, but then their paths quickly diverged, although klyuev believed that he raised yesenin, no, this is not true, yesenin, on his own individual path, like these, among the buddhists, like a rhinoceros, he walked his own path , did not replace anyone, from him, he, if you need to take something better, he, he took it and quite quickly, like a sponge absorbed, from these same imagist. Which he, in general, was not very single genius, single glory, such individuality, such, but its no coincidence that when he speaks today i have a ryazan guy, the poems are fresh, with vociferous, verbose, he put a full stop and wrote the most precious word for poet language, everything, poet consisted of everyone, he had his own language, his own world, his own image. Structure, if you like, thats how gay alexandrovich yesenin was, well, in fact, as far as i understand, he gave this device to klyuev, and even at the age of twenty in the fourth year, when we met, we got to talking, saying that you were playing the fool, kolya, what a city of kitish, russia is bleeding, and you are still looking for some, you understand, there are completely different tasks there. You should be, what are you writing about, give up your old brotherhood, shave your beard, handed it to him, and at the same time handed it to him, because this it was written in their newspaper, they published what i saw, that in this family the klyuevs are very respected, and even on the suitcase in which they packed this razor for me, yesenin klyuev, it is written on copper. Not tablets, they, of course, metal plates, and also a very beautiful crystal glass, it was a gift to me, a woman brought a crystal glass, she came to my museum, she looked, i gave a tour, showed her everything, so she says, but im not coming to you emptyhanded i came, you know, to my father ilya ilichneider presented this glass, such a box of cookies , well, laid in a cloth, she brought this glass on a koto on the lid of this box of cookies pasted a sheet of paper and the hand of ilya ilvich schneider, the director of the school, asidora duncan, from twenty he writes there in the fortyninth year, that the school existed for 28 years and even during the war, can you imagine, isidore and duncan drank from these glasses, no, he says, he writes there, he just describes it, he says, i brought this crystal glass from. I loved this glass and always drank from it, even for years and years. Marked and that he was, and i knew ilya ilyich, schneider, he was already , this was the tenth year, he passed away in the seventyeighth, so he gave this glass then to his friend, and his friends daughter brought it to me, with this and this description, and such a primitive question, but the amount of liquid there, how much the glass holds, it looks very solid, its like this, but i measured it like this. 50 g, yes, in total, oh, modestly, you could drink vodka straight from this glass, i ll tell you even longer, seryozha has no hands, when he was getting ready to play, already on the eve of playing yesenin in a movie, he came to me and said, petrovich, let me drink this glass, everyone would have asked, yes he asked, from the museum, and he drank it, i took communion like that, this is what i like to do in the museum. You also have some wonderful, notable things that i would like to talk about and we will show it, this is a spoon, yes, a silver spoon , which idilia zinovievna gave to me, she was the widow of the greatgrandson of Lev Nikolayevich tolstoy, her nephew, her husband was the nephew of sofia andreevna, tolstoys granddaughter , here. She came to the museum and looked at it, then she decided to give away this silver spoon, this silverware from clear polyana, already a widowed wife, Sofya Andreevna was her grandson among the grandchildren of her granddaughters, she was the daughter of andrei lvovich, there was this spoon that fell, she could feed ilva nikolaevich jam and we continue the conversation about sergei yesenin, our guest today is the peoples artist and i am the presenter. We move on to the next page of our story, just Sofya Andreevna is sergeis last official wife alexandrovich, she tells such a story, well, not their acquaintance, and their, so to speak, some kind of developing relationship, this story, as far as i understand, she transferred to the literary museum, along with a certain thing that we will now talk about, she says that in june of 25 they walked with yesenin around moscow. Well, who forgot, then in moscow there were a lot of wandering musicians, puppeteers, organ grinders, fortune tellers, well, Sofya Andreevna says that some fortune teller came up to them and pulled a parrot out of a hat for yesenin a ring, a bronze ring, a small ring, and that means that this ring was in front of Sergei Alexandrovich, and this is like such a sign of two young people. People are walking, so a man, it means, a parrot pulls out a ring, we have photographs of this ring, and she told everyone about this when she was already donating this ring to the literary museum, i think she also wrote poetry about it, as you just called it organ organ, i remembered this poem, yes, yes, yes, and on september 18 yesenin married sophia tolstoy, maybe well listen to a poem about parrot to read it, of course, because in fact, i immediately remembered this poem, when you said the word barrel organ, yes, there is a reference to just yes, yes, apparently, its been like this forever, by the age of thirty ive gone crazy, the burnt rings are getting stronger and stronger , we keep in touch with life, dear, and the earth becomes dearer to me every day, thats why my heart began to dream that i was burning with pink fire, if i burn, then i burn by burning, and its not for nothing that flowers get stuck, i took out the ring from the parrot, a sign that we would burn together, the gypsy put the ring on me, and took it off my hand, i i gave it to you, and now, when the barrel organ is sad, i can neither think nor be timid, a swampy feeling wanders in my head, there is drizzle and darkness in my heart. Maybe you gave it to someone else with a laugh, maybe, kissing until dawn, he asks you himself, like a funny, stupid poet, did you lead to sensual poetry, well, this wound will pass, its just bitter to see life and region, for the first time. Such a hooligan was deceived by a damned parrot, thank you, well, this is a description of that moment in the life, life period of sergei aleksanovich, summer began autumn, you know, somehow he already felt that he had experienced so much, how much the road had been traveled, how many mistakes had been made, these were lines from his own, so. He already felt age, he was already wise, not by years, but you know what i feel , i keep remembering that balcony from which we started, and there were many photographs shown of local residents, children, local village children, relatives, well, the people with whom i lived, spent my childhood yesenin, i had a feeling that he was an alien, some kind of there he was, as if thrown there from somewhere, because he was different from them in everything, they are good, they are good, but he is completely different, you always confirm, my thought, atasinkas will still give birth to oranges, and sometimes, you you know, this was noticed by the priest of sela konstantinov, the rector of the church of the kazan icon of the mother of god, father ivan, who said to yeseninas mother tatyana fedorovna take care of the boy, and when. 5 years old, he says what is it, father ivan, he says, you know, i have four villages in a row who dont come to confession, i cant compare your boy with anyone , he is amazing, absolutely in confession, this is where, it seems to me, eseis poetry comes from, but incredibly confessional, he does not embellish himself, nor events, nor conflicts, the days of his life, he everything, you know, its incredibly true, alien, again theres another saying, like an apple from an apple, i have a feeling that some kind of apple is from this apple tree, it flew somewhere into space, and then god fell, all about this apple writes in the confession of a hooligan, not everyone can sing, not everyone the apple is allowed to fall at the feet of others, not at its own relatives, but where . Has already rolled into world literature, so in fact it turns out, look at the picture, but he was a christian peasant, yes, he married a countess, received the empresss ring, but died in december of the twentyfifth year, a russian poet, you watched the podcast precious stories, im the host ekaterina varkan is visiting me , peoples artist, sergei petrovich. Together with Sergei Alexandrovich yesenin, russian poet. Thank you. Minor reflections on loneliness, hope and despair, unhappy love and experiences that will resonate in the soul. Every person, these songs can be considered as an expression of the russian sad soul. Hello, today we have gathered with thoughts about russian rock, as a cultural phenomenon about the spiritual search of russian musicians. Hello, dear friends, vyacheslav, alexey bilov, im very glad to see you, what i read is from a modern article dedicated to russian rock, yeah, id like. All this warmup question, to ask you how much are you ready with this agree, i would say that my aspirations now to talk about happy love more than about unhappy love, but you are talking about now, in principle, if we can say, this is how the author of this article believes that a large segment rock compositions are an expression of the russian sad soul, alexey nikolaevich, yeah. Well, in some ways hes right , of course, because, because if you say that, so to speak, dig deeper and say that sadness is about god, that is, its probably true. Yes, well its well known the state of the russian person, because he never imagines himself in some kind of ideal, so he is always sad that he has not achieved something that he could have achieved, at least looking at icons of saints, well, that is, this is sadness not about the imperfection of the world, but in one s inner state, the imperfection of the world is also probably in some way, of course, because this is also. He knows that there was once a paradise , everything was there, even the animals were talking there, and then here is the story twice, and what is the transition from this sadness to the joy that you just talked about, well, i would say that it happens with difficulty , because what alexey is talking about is about those losses that occurred after the first person left heaven and came to this. So to speak, to care for him with his own efforts, well, of course, with gods help, but man has lost a lot, including things connected with nature, with nature, yes, if there in paradise, the animals knew him perfectly well, they understood each other , moreover, adam was, so to speak, their patron of the earth, yes, he named names, yes, he gave them names, then as soon as he left the gate, and as soon as the archangel closed the gate with his sword, the animals stopped recognizing adam and