The famous singer was dying in terrible agony. In memory of Ada Yakusheva

The desire to write this message arose in me unexpectedly, one might say spontaneously... from Ada Yakusheva’s song “Let’s Sit with My Comrades by the Fire,” one of the most favorite songs of my student youth. And I found this song in the diary of my lyrical mentor and friend, writing under the nickname BARGUZIN
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Yuri Vizbor's first wife was his classmate, the famous bard and journalist Ada Yakusheva.

They had a daughter, Tatyana, now the presenter of popular music programs on Radio Russia.

The love story of Ada Yakusheva and Yuri Vizbor has become a legend. Many of
those who studied at the institute with them at the same time admitted that they were simply in love with this extraordinary, talented couple.

The childhood years of the famous bard are connected with Kuban

The house on Kuznechnaya Street was demolished last year. Few people know that the famous bard Yuri Vizbor first went to school from here in 1941.

His mother was born in Krasnodar, and he spent his childhood years here. Maria Grigorievna Shevchenko outlived her son by 15 years.

She died in Moscow in 1999, and soon the author of these lines was found by her granddaughter, Tatyana Vizbor, daughter of Yuri and Ada Yakusheva.

We have known each other for a long time. We met at her mother’s house, where I came one day with the editor of the Yunost radio station. It was an unforgettable evening - with a guitar and long conversations. By that time, Yakusheva and Vizbor already had other families, but their first and such bright love left behind their daughter Tanya and amazing songs. Vizbor sang: “You are alone with me, like the moon in the night...”

Yakusheva echoed: “You are my breath, you are my early morning, you are both the burning sun and the rains. I will exhaust myself, I will become the best, and for this occasion you wait.”

Thousands of lovers repeated these words to each other after them, and the history of the authors’ relationship was overgrown with entire legends.

Only 20 years after death ex-husband Ada decided to publish their letters: she gave me her book “Three Wives Ago” in Krasnodar with a dedicatory inscription: “This correspondence is almost 50 years old, but I boldly hand it over to you, hoping for complete understanding.” By that time, Tatyana Vizbor had already been hosting the “Sunday in Moscow” program on Radio Russia, dedicated to bard song. She and I met from time to time in radio corridors or in the company of mutual friends, sometimes we called back, but Tatyana never said that her father once lived in Krasnodar. And suddenly this call with an unexpected request: after the death of their grandmother, they and their half-sister Anya, the daughter of Yuri Vizbor and actress Evgenia Uralova, were faced with a copyright problem. “We need to prove that Maria Grigorievna was married to Yuzek (Iozas Vizboras, Yuri’s father. - Ed.), - Tanya explained. - He was shot as an enemy of the people in 1938, and grandmother and father, according to her, were then saved by the stamp , placed in the Krasnodar registry office. Perhaps the divorce certificate is preserved in the archives?

The task was almost impossible. After all, Krasnodar survived the occupation and was severely destroyed by bombing. Part of the archive was also destroyed, but - miraculously - the document we needed survived. It was possible to find him through the efforts of many people, each of whom, having learned that we're talking about about Yuri Vizbor, abandoned the most urgent matters and joined the search.

Maria was younger sister my father,” recalls Viktor Shevchenko, Vizbor’s cousin. - At the end of the 1920s, she graduated from medical school and was assigned to Sochi, where she met Jozas Vizboras, a former sailor, Lithuanian. Then we learned that Yuzek, as his family called him, was undergoing rehabilitation there after being wounded. He served in the authorities in Moscow, where he took our Masha. Yura was born in June 1934, I was seven years old then, and I remember how Maria brought her infant son to Krasnodar. I don’t know the reason, but I think it was at this time that she filed for divorce from Yuzek. True, just a couple of months later he himself came to us, picked up Maria and Yurochka and took them to Moscow again. The second time my brother was brought to Krasnodar in 1941, immediately after the start of the war - Yuzek was no longer alive. Yura lived with us for a whole year, I took him to first grade, and just before the occupation his mother came to pick him up from Moscow.

Grape taste of childhood

According to relatives, Yurin’s father fell under the rink of repression in 1938. Either he himself had done it ahead of time, or Maria Grigorievna, after his arrest, considered it best to “lose” the Baltic ending in her ex-husband’s surname and change his name. So Iozas Vizboras became Joseph Vizbor. Filling out various questionnaires, Yuri for a long time avoided mentioning his disgraced father, who was posthumously rehabilitated only a quarter of a century later. And the Lithuanian relatives of Vizboras themselves found Yuri when films with his participation came out and songs began to sound.

Maria Grigorievna visited her Kuban relatives, and Yuri had only childhood memories of Krasnodar, although he had more than once promised his cousin to come visit.

We met in Moscow when I went there on business,” says Viktor Petrovich Shevchenko. - I remember in the late 1950s I came to his house with a basket of grapes. The father, collecting the gift, said: “Tell Yurka, let him remember the taste of his childhood.” I didn’t know then that he composed songs.

His daughter Lyudmila was the first to hear about it.

At the factory measuring instruments where I worked, young people were fond of hiking,” she says. - Once my friend brought cassettes with recordings of bards from a tourist festival. “Listen,” he says, “what wonderful songs Yuri Vizbor composed.” I gasped: “This is my uncle!”

Igor, younger brother Lyudmila, recalls how Uncle Yura once gave him branded jeans. Then it was a valuable gift, and Igor valued it very much. But it didn’t take long to show off the new clothes: the jeans were stolen in the bathhouse. He says that he almost cried then.

After the release of the film “Seventeen Moments of Spring,” where Yuri Vizbor played Borman, the Krasnodar relatives got through to Moscow.

I shared my impressions of the film with him and said that I really liked the way he played Borman,” says Igor Yasinsky, the son of Yuri’s cousin. - And then he burst out laughing and joked that Hitler should send him an iron cross from the other world for this role.

Now Vizbor’s Kuban relatives keep in touch with his daughters and do not lose hope that Tatyana and Anna will still come to the city where their father once lived.

Lyudmila Shevchenko’s home archive contains almost all of Vizbor’s song heritage. It is stored on tape reels, cassettes and disks. These include amateur recordings, the Krugozor magazine with records, and modern CDs. There are also books, letters, posters. One of them, dated June 20, 1986 (Vizbor’s birthday), invited me to an evening in his memory at the Tekstilshchik cultural center in Krasnodar. Among the organizers and participants of that concert was Eduard Goncharov, a journalist, traveler, and documentary filmmaker. And his bard friends also know him as the first chairman of the Krasnodar amateur song club.

Bring on the festival!

It was at the instigation of Vizbor that similar clubs began to appear in the country like mushrooms after rain about half a century ago, says Goncharov. - After all, in addition to writing, he then constantly traveled to mountain camps with a guitar and left his mark everywhere. Gradually, the PCB movement became a mass phenomenon. In addition, Vizbor and Yakusheva managed to create a genre that censorship could not keep track of. True, when the thaw passed, the authorities tried to somehow bring art song clubs under control. But the movement went “into the woods”, where its participants began to hold festivals.

Goncharov met with Yuri Vizbor late autumn 1983, having agreed through mutual friends about an interview.

We talked for three hours then,” recalls Eduard Vasilyevich. - After all, we are from the same generation, we had a common passion - song and mountains. He said that he was baptized in the Krasnodar church on the corner of Severnaya and Sedin, and went to school on Sadovaya Street in first grade. We agreed that next year he would certainly come to Krasnodar. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time,” he said.

However, the dream was not destined to come true: on September 17, 1984, Vizbor passed away. He literally burned out in a few months: he returned from another campaign in May, celebrated his 50th birthday in June, and then fell ill. The disease turned out to be incurable...

Today Vizbor's songs are as popular as they were a quarter of a century ago. His “Skis stand by the stove”, “Alexandra, this city is ours with you”, “My dear, forest sun” are heard from the stage and around the fire, and many do not even know their author. And the famous lines “but we are making rockets, blocking the Yenisei, and also in the field of ballet we are ahead of all of Russia” have not been attributed to anyone over the years!

Modern youth, it seems to me, don’t know Vizbor well,” says Sergei Svashenko, chairman of the Pervomaisky District Court of Krasnodar, an expert and admirer of bard songs. - He once said: “Behind the windows with umbrellas, humanity wanders, robbed by us of love.” And the youth, I think, were robbed by Vizbor - they have other idols, and this is sad.

I would like to propose an idea - to hold a next year, when we celebrate his 75th birthday, the Vizborovsky festival. I’m sure it will gather a lot of talent, because the art song movement is still widely developed in Kuban. I’m ready to join the festival’s organizing committee, and Tatyana Vizbor, as far as I know, has already agreed to come to Krasnodar. It’s a pity that her grandmother’s ancestral home has not been preserved here. But it is absolutely necessary to perpetuate the memory of Yuri Vizbor in the city where he once lived.

Tatiana Pavlovskaya, Krasnodar

And now it’s time to get to know Ada Yakusheva better.

Ariadna (Ada) Adamovna Yakusheva (Kusurgasheva; born January 24, 1934, Leningrad) - Russian poetess, bard, radio journalist.

Biography

Ada Yakusheva was born on January 24, 1934 in Leningrad. Her father died during the Great Patriotic War in Belarus, being a commissar partisan detachment. As a child, Ada studied music in the cello class, but did not graduate from music school. In 1952 she entered the Moscow Pedagogical University state institute them. V.I. Lenin at the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature, where she studied simultaneously with future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Yuli Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, writer Yuri Koval, as well as with director Pyotr Fomenko. The Pedagogical Institute was one of the country's main centers of original song, and in 1954, in her second year, Ada began composing songs and poetry.

She graduated from the institute in 1956, and in 1957 she married Yuri Vizbor. Soon their daughter Tatyana was born. In the early 1960s, Yakusheva led a women's song octet and toured with it throughout the country. From 1966 to 1968 she worked as an editor at the Yunost radio station. In 1968, she married radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev.

Yakusheva released a record on the Melodiya label. Among the singer’s published audio recordings are “Forget for a while,” “You are my breath,” “ Best songs", "Ada Yakusheva" (in the series "Russian Bards").

In addition, three books by Ada Yakusheva were published - “If you knew”, “The song is my love” and “Three wives ago. The story of one correspondence."

And here is an excerpt from her interview with Express Gazeta correspondent Boris Kudryavov, which was published on January 22, 2009, on the eve of her 75th birthday.
Ada Yakusheva: It was useless to be jealous of Vizbor!

The famous bard and poetess is talking to the TV out of boredom.

The name of one of the founders of modern art song, Ada YAKUSHEVA, has long been overgrown with legends. Yuri VIZBOR considered her his muse and most beloved wife. On the eve of her 75th birthday, Ada Adamovna agreed to give only one interview - to Express Newspaper.

Ada Adamovna, you must be a wealthy person? So many CDs with your songs are sold.
- You won’t believe it, I live on a pension. She is the same as everyone else, small. A long time ago, some company paid 20 thousand. I was so surprised. Nobody pays me copyright.

Ada YAKUSHEVA

Tell us about your relationship with Vizbor?
- So much has already been written! It turns out that there were such intrigues around us! Sparks were flying! But we were very friendly. They argued, yelled, made scandals - where would we be without this? Our categoricalness went beyond all possible limits. Can two poets live peacefully next to each other? Thank God they didn't fight. But one could endure a lot from a person like Yura.
- But you still ran away...
- No one was holding anyone back. And most importantly, he didn’t betray! Yurka was constantly in love with someone. And I didn’t lag behind him: there were only fans around. His ex-wives still treat me very decently (Evgenia Uralova and Nina Tikhonova - B.K.). We have nothing left to share.
Yura had a poetic sense of humor. He was very fond of the expression of our mutual friend Zyama Gerdt - “three wives ago.” Vizbor was legally married to all his wives. Of course, my heart is warmed by the thought that Yakusheva is called Vizbor’s first muse.
After Vizbor ran away from me, they told me: they saw your Yura on television with a beautiful young girl. It turned out that this was our daughter, Tanya.

Ada YAKUSHEVA

Where did Vizbor get such a rare surname?
- A distant relative of Yura lives in Lithuania - Grazina Vizboras. We have never met her. Yura didn’t see his father either. He was repressed and shot somewhere in Siberia.
We got married in 1957. I even once had his last name, which was distorted in all sorts of ways. “It’s good that they don’t call him Visborg,” Yura joked. But his patronymic was still distorted: instead of Iozefovich, he became Iosifovich. My daughter Tatyana still has her last name. She was even considered Jewish at school.
- How did you manage to lasso such a ladies' man?
- All the students, including young graduate students, ran after Vizbor. But there was no point in being jealous of him. He was bathed in love. He lived and worked according to its laws. All I could do was suffer. That's what I did - I wrote poems and songs. Yes, at our institute everyone composed something.
My future husbands and I studied at the same institute (Moscow Pedagogical Institute - B.K.). Maxim Kusurgashev (second husband - B.K.) was a witness at Yura and I’s wedding. He took my Tanya with me from the maternity hospital. Yura was on a business trip somewhere at that time.
My Tanya once blurted out: “My mother, of course, is not Nefertiti, but she still grabbed two wonderful men.”

You said earlier that the bard’s song was an outlet from everything that surrounded us. And now what?
- Remember where we sang then? Along the forests and through the clearings. There was nowhere else, the authorities simply didn’t allow it. The Grushinsky festival was banned because some kind of informal audience allegedly gathered there. But not a single politicized, protest song was heard. Even Vysotsky never came there. And now it’s turned out that Oleg Mityaev is singing in the Kremlin!

Ada YAKUSHEVA, Maxim KUSURGASHEV

And I would like to say from our readers and editors: Happy Jam Day, dear Ada Adamovna! Take care of yourself!
- Are you hinting, Borya, that Yakusheva has long been a historical person? Wish me better to live longer and limp less... You know, time flies, but I still really like to rhyme. Here I give to the readers of Express Newspaper:

It became cold. What to do?
Who's warm now?
What was - white snow,
snowy, clouded.
What will happen to us, as we see,
it is not possible to know yet.
And, like Atlantis,
I'm sinking to the bottom.
Wrong - I know that.
Although I’m alive, I’m not alive.
Help me, dear,
stay afloat.

With this I say goodbye to you, friends. See you again!

Chapter 2. Vsevolod Surganov

Vsevolod Surganov (1927–1999), literary scholar, critic, professor at Moscow State Pedagogical University. Graduated from the literary department of Moscow State Pedagogical Institute in 1951.

Patriarch of the author's song of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute - this is what Yu. Kim called Vsevolod Alekseevich Surganov. B. Vakhnyuk considered him the first institute bard. However, in the full sense of the word, V. Surganov was not a bard, since he composed poems to ready-made melodies of popular songs, that is, he made subtexts. The song of V. Surganov was especially loved by the people "Dawn rises over the pines"(to the tune of a song from the radio program “Club of Famous Captains”) and the anthem of a tourist camp in Krasnaya Polyana, in the Caucasus "In the green valley of the Caucasus"(to the tune of "They're Flying" migratory birds"). This was the first post-war mountain sports camp in the Western Caucasus, and V. Surganov, one of the most experienced mountain tourism instructors at Moscow State Pedagogical Institute, led groups of tourists there for several years in a row. Along the way, he composed songs that were heard around campfires and quickly gained popularity. For a long time, on the territory of the Blue Bay tourist center in Koktebel, posters with lines from the song hung "Dawn is rising over the pines." Moreover, one fragment - “The ridges of mighty mountains stand like a jagged wall,” was signed with the name of M. Voloshin.

In addition to songs, V. Surganov wrote lyrical poems. I considered it my luck to have a poem with such melodic lines, rich in assonance:

“The shore rustles with sedge, the sand is white, the rise is high. Behind the blue-eyed Eye lay a wide eye. Beyond the Eye, beyond the river, you cannot cast your eye across the expanse. Herbs in sunny dormancy are good for their lush juice. The forest hung like a border in the brilliance of the day-to-day heat. And the scythes on the slopes beyond the Oka ring from the scythes.”

Yu. Kim immediately responded with a parody:

“You don’t poop and don’t poop, you don’t poop under the sedge.”

In B. Vakhnyuk’s interpretation, this parody sounded like this:

“I walk above the wide river and curse. I walk above the great river and hiccup. Don’t poop, and don’t poop, and don’t poop, and don’t fart behind the sedge.”

And he, together with S. Boldyrev and L. Gurvich, wrote a wonderful book "On the art of education." As graduate of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute E. A. Dvortsova, who went on hikes in Surganov’s tour group, said, this “Instructor-pedagogical book, Makarenko with a tourist twist.” I used this book great success among tourists, especially those from Moscow State Pedagogical Institute.

V. A. Surganov talked about how, after graduating from Moscow State Pedagogical Institute, he went to work at a special vocational school in Tushino for orphans from regions occupied by the Nazis. “In the summer I took these boys on a hike. Yura Vizbor later called this noisy horde “Mongols.” The column of eighty gavriks, dressed in blue robes, was indeed impressive - the old village women groaned, crossed themselves and wailed: “Dear ones, where are they driving you?”... But where could they get so many backpacks? And then I went with this problem to my friend Igor Motyashov, the now famous critic of children’s literature, who was then still studying at Moscow State Pedagogical Institute and commanding the tour section. And he gave me, in addition to the backpacks, two instructor friends, junior students, to help me.

One was Vizbor, and the second was Borya Sheshenin. That's how I met Yurka. I remember him as cheerful and desperate. He really didn’t like to shave... Later, he and I went on hikes more than once, and took part in an instructor’s mountain seminar.” I was lucky enough to work with Vsevolod Alekseevich Surganov at the same department of Russian literature of the 20th century. By that time, Professor V. A. Surganov had long been a well-known literary critic, an authoritative critic, and the author of a number of books about life and work Soviet writers. He walked sedately, leisurely, leaning on a stick - a real patriarch! Philosophically noted that sore legs are the lot of many former tourists.

One day after a department meeting, I mentioned that I was going to an evening in memory of Yu. Koval at the Central House of Writers. The restrained Vsevolod Alekseevich suddenly perked up: “I'll go with you! I’ll see the guys!”(the guys are our MSPI students).

It was a blizzard February evening, we were walking along snow-covered Pirogovka, and he was no longer a venerable professor, but an experienced tourist full of strength and confidence. He stubbornly walked forward, not paying attention to the snow, and remembered his hikes and friends at the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute. And he was very happy to meet the “guys” who cheerfully greeted him.

Student of V. A. Surganov, famous literary critic Pavel Basinsky considered him one of the best teachers at the A. M. Gorky Literary Institute: “If I have achieved anything in the literary field, it is mainly thanks to Vsevolod Alekseevich. And how many of us are there! How many young and no longer young critics, writers and journalists continue to shine with the reflected light of this truly bright man. He had a difficult, but also happy fate. From a simple family, with his intelligence, talent and hard work, he became one of the leading philologists of Soviet times. His main monograph “Man on Earth” still remains the only (I emphasize - the only!) comprehensive analytical book about the most fruitful phenomenon of Russian prose of the second half of the 20th century - the prose of the “villagers”».

Literature used

1. Bogatyreva N. Holy friendly flame. Interview with graduates of Moscow Pedagogical University.-M.: Research Center for Problems of Quality of Training of Specialists, 2002.

2. Vsevolod Surganov. Teacher. Writer. Human. – M.: Publishing Commonwealth of A. Bogatykh and E. Rakitskaya, 2008.

Chapter 3. Ada Yakusheva, Yuri Vizbor, Maxim Kusurgashev

Ada Yakusheva

... But it’s not about my songs:

I just love the way you listen to them.

A. Yakusheva

Ada Yakusheva (1934–2012), poet, bard, journalist. Graduated from Moscow State Pedagogical Institute in 1959.

“Remember me young and beautiful!”- she said once. Her daughter Tatyana Vizbor says that in recent years Ada Yakusheva lives in her own separate world among close people. And in this world she feels comfortable and calm. True, songs are not being written very well now - family worries (she has three children, five grandchildren and a great-grandson) take up almost all of her time...

If I had to describe Ada Yakusheva in one word, I would write: bright. Her whole appearance seems to be permeated with light: before she was blond, but now gray hair, fragile figure and silent movements, grace, tact, fear of burdening people with your problems... For me, Ada Yakusheva is one of the most amazing and beautiful women. This is a combination of femininity and powerful will, patience and self-denial, humility, meekness and temperament, wit, liveliness. And the talent of a poet, melodist, writer.

The poet and bard Boris Vakhnyuk, who studied with Ada Yakusheva in the same course, recalled: “She was thin, blond, almost with pigtails, snub nose, light eyes. A reed in the wind, and that’s all. At the seminars I was in no hurry to rush into battle, and more often remained silent. In the lecture halls, I sat further away and kept scribbling something in my notebook. One might think: I was taking notes on a lecture by Professor Golovenchenko, or Purishev, or Sergei Efimovich Kryuchkov, from whose books we studied at school. And she wrote songs, although no one knew about it until now...”

The Moscow State Pedagogical Institute was then famous not only for the songs that were born there, but also for its skit reviews. The scriptwriters, actors, and directors were Yu. Vizbor, V. Krasnovsky, P. Fomenko, Yu. Ryashentsev, M. Kusurgashev. When they graduated from the institute, the baton was picked up by A. Yakusheva, B. Vakhnyuk, Yu. Kim. Many of A. Yakusheva’s songs were first performed in these skits.

Irina Demakova (Oltarzhevskaya), who led the legendary women's octet of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute after Ada Yakusheva, recalls that Ada wrote songs very quickly. Someone tried to count them, got to three hundred and got lost. And what amazing melodies of Yakushev’s songs! “She should have become a famous composer,” said I. Demakova.

But above all, Ada Yakusheva is a true poet. “Everything in her songs, even the very first ones, was surprisingly natural,” wrote B. Vakhnyuk. – The poetic images did not look inserted or pasted on: “Blue trees in frost.” “Be patient a little longer, my treasure.” “Treasure-o!” - we shouted on the train, returning from somewhere in Istra or Rozhaika.”

Yu. Ryashentsev said that Ada Yakusheva is many times more talented than both of her husbands, Vizbor and Kusurgashev, with whom Ryashentsev was friends and whose talent he always highly valued: “Yulik (Kim) and Adele are significant phenomena in the art song genre. Adele had such poetic freshness.”

A. Yakusheva, 60s.

Songs are milestones of her destiny. Ada Yakusheva herself admitted: “Behind the songs were all the turns of my life.” These songs are about the institute: “Every year in the autumn month”, “At the institute under the arches of the stairs”, “Today you and I are at the institute last time Let's sing." These are about Vizbor:

“My beloved passed by and commanded me to come to the fountain. I came and saw that my beloved, alas, was standing in a ring of lovely maidens.” This is a picture from nature: Vizbor was always surrounded by enthusiastic admirers. Friend who "draws mountains" - this is also, of course, Vizbor. And here is the addressee of the song "Listen!", the one who has “the stern eyes grew warmer,” Maxim Kusurgashev. "North" and "South" in the famous song - Vizbor and Kusurgashev, respectively. And this is about the first separation from Vizbor, when he joined the army:

"You left, my soldier." The heroes of each song are easily recognizable. “You will return to the new autumn with your inseparable friend alone” - this is about V. Krasnovsky.

The sincerity and confessionality of Yakushev's songs amazed listeners. “Ada’s songs are absolutely transparent,” noted Yu. Ryashentsev. – She, like a woman, spoke simply and openly about what she felt, what worried her... She didn’t invent anything, wasn’t afraid of anything... She was always in a state of absolute creative freedom... Yakusheva has a mercilessly frank (and prophetic) song: “U a son will be born to me - either red-haired, like Yurka, or black, like Maxim.” This was written during the years of study at the pedagogical institute, where sanctimonious ideas reigned about what the relationship between a girl and a girl should be like. young man! These lines contain her desperate spontaneity and courage, preserved throughout her life.”

“Ada’s songs were the most documentary of everything we wrote then,” continues B. Vakhnyuk. – She conveyed the facts of her biography literally. “And your shirt flashes in the blue clearings” - this is Yura Vizbor’s shirt. “Dementy Dementyich is patrolling around his possessions” - and here he is, before our eyes, Dementy Dementyich. The institute commandant, aristocratically slender, with an elegant gray hairstyle, always clean-shaven. A deep crease between the eyebrows is a sign not so much of severity as of concentration. Did he manage to find out that he had fallen into a miracle song and was now doomed to a long life?... “To give a toy to your son” - this is Maxim Kusurgashev and his son Lekha. Everything in her songs was very specific. To make an inconspicuous fact the subject of high poetry, not to say everything literally, leaving the listeners to guess for themselves - this is the magic of poetry.

She became our favorite teacher. We tried to express everything in Aesopian language... But she taught us to be sincere - and she taught us, thank God!”.

Ada Yakusheva herself responded to these praises as follows: “As for frankness, I don’t know... I didn’t think about it, I wrote to myself and wrote - for myself, for my loved ones. And the fact that there were always listeners was a narrow circle. I didn’t think that my songs would ever come out of the institute. That they are all specific is true. Professional poets can be distracted from the surrounding reality and compose something that remains for centuries. And I write about what’s around me. Or rather, she wrote...".

I. Demakova recalls how Ada Yakusheva sang a song she had just composed, and everyone understood that this was her declaration of love to Vizbor. And this fearlessness took the listeners’ breath away. Then these confessions sounded in every song of hers:

“You want it, otherwise I’ll change my life for you, for you,”
“I’ll exhaust myself, I’ll become the best,”
“What can you not do in the world because of your stubborn eyes!”
“I can forget everything if only you order.”

Yes, she sacrificed a lot for the people she loved, but she always maintained her dignity.

How ingenuous, simple and powerful: “Everything in the world: both snow and wind are equal to zero in comparison, because you exist in the world, and I also love you.”

You will hear these lines - and just like in childhood you will plunge into the blue sky, breathe in the fresh wind and be filled with trust and love for the world:

“For you alone, I will remember a hundred fairy tales at once, the showers above my head, like flowers, I will put in a vase. And at the distant dawn I will open the doors towards you. I can die if you don’t believe me... I would like to wander along any path in your footsteps. Maybe this is called love.”

A stylistic device from the song "You are my breath" N. Dobronravov and A. Pakhmutova borrowed “You are my melody” for their song.

Ada Yakusheva had many fans. Y. Koval and M. Polyachek made her a half-joking, half-serious declaration of love:

“We even had a little quarrel, sat there, snoring angrily, when, as luck would have it, it turned out that we both fell in love with you. And after such a confession we could have quarreled into smoke, but we were reconciled by the realization that we love the third one with you, that our suffering is in vain, and our poetry is in vain... We are not Vizbors - that’s clear, and yet we are not so bad!

Yu. Ryashentsev, Yu. Kim, P. Fomenko had friendly respect and brotherly love for her... But they were not the heroes of her songs... Ada Yakusheva paid a high price for happiness. Already in the early songs an alarming premonition penetrates: “You see, the night is silent. Both alarming and dark. You see, I don’t know if you are with me forever? You are the only one, you are the best, you are my light, my dream! I’m sad just in case, you know, just like that.”

Alas, as it turned out, it was not just like that. Caught Ada Yakusheva too early “a whirlwind of events and sorrows.” This song was written in 1956, a year before she became Vizbor's wife. But even then there were reasons for concern. She encouraged herself:

“I’m going straight - it’s clearer to me! I meet obstacles bravely. And if it happens that there is no way out, then I will find that way out!”

She learned not to bend, not to complain. And only in the song did her pain break through:

“It seems to me that I have been living in the power of dreams for a long time. For this happiness I am offended. I want to write a song about a long love that I didn’t get to see.”

Yu. Ryashentsev called the relationship between Yakusheva - Vizbor - Kusurgashev the novel of the century at Moscow State Pedagogical Institute. Some of the difficult relationships of this triangle Ada Yakusheva and Maxim Kusurgashev made public in books “If only you knew”, “Song is my love”, “Three wives ago”. But this was done with a sense of proportion, tact and deep respect for the memory of Vizbor. There was purity and nobility in the relationship between these three people. Something remained behind the pages of the books, and one can only guess how hard Ada Yakusheva experienced personal dramas. But she managed to become stronger than grief, resentment and jealousy and save until the very end friendly relations with Vizbor. “Mom saved my father,” Tatiana Vizbor once said.

A. Yakusheva, 60s.

A graduate of the Geography Faculty of Moscow State Pedagogical Institute, the famous sports journalist Vladimir Dvortsov loved to remember how in the early 60s. he went on a business trip to the Volga. It was necessary to fly from Stalingrad to Astrakhan in a small plane that didn’t even have a compass! The pilot got lost, the situation was critical. And then on the radio they caught a song sung by Ada Yakusheva. Was it either "You are my breath" either "The evening wanders."

A. Yakusheva said: "You are my breath"(1961) it came up like this. I then worked in Russian society Red Cross, abbreviated as ROCK Maxim called me “rock woman”. This society was located in the same house on Neglinka where Vizbor and I lived, only on the other side. A neighbor arranged for me to go there so that I could spend more time with little Tanya. And so this ROCC sent me on a business trip to Ivanovo. I went on an old, shaky bus. It was terrible! And to distract myself, I took out a piece of paper and a pencil and began to come up with a song. I went there - I wrote, I went back - I wrote... And then Yulik Kim says: “Look, you got it: “a lighthouse at the edge of eternity.” Why is your beloved so crooked and askew?”

"Evening wanders"(1959) also appeared on the trip, at the Pestovsky reservoir. I was sad, although there were a lot of good tourist guys there. I came up with this song. "The wind sings a song"(1963) I wrote at the dacha of Samoilovich, Vizbor’s friend. She sunbathed in a small clearing, very beautiful, and slowly composed. Someone, it seems Kukin, then wrote a parody:

“And your shirt flashes in your blue panties.”

And before that there was the song “Listen!”(1956). We, five girls, went hiking along the route Bologoe - Leningrad, spent the night in a tent in the snow... I wrote about this in the book “If you only knew...”.

Most of A. Yakusheva’s songs and poems were written before the early 70s. Basically, in 54–65, probably the most turbulent decade in her life. And that’s it. After that she practically stopped composing. Dmitry Sukharev said very accurately about A. Yakusheva’s songs: “Born on the disastrous edge of a great feeling, they sang at once, in one short exhalation, and - the string burst, Ada no longer sang...”

A. Yakusheva was not afraid of conversational intonation, but did not abuse it either. Therefore, phrases that in the poems of another author would “scratch” the ear, sound organically in the songs of A. Yakusheva. This is hers corporate identity and evidence of professionalism.

“You seem to love evenings.”
“What, these other cities?”
“Friends, they are more knowledgeable and knowledgeable, you see... You can’t go to other cities by force.”

Inversions in A. Yakusheva’s poems delight with their cheerful audacity:

“My beloved passed me by”
“But it is very important for my friend to know every moment”
“Let’s shoot at the moon so that it doesn’t shine there, no where!”

Yakusheva’s rhymes are always fresh and unexpected:

“measured – I don’t believe it”

"wet - one day for me"

There are internal rhymes:

"You see, the night is silent"

“I can’t figure it out in Bratsk”,

“I turn to stone, almost believing.”

Here's an unusual rhyme:

“It’s probably destined only remember those I don't know acquaintances I can't get around on foot their and I won’t run around.”

And here is a lovely assonance:

“This city is like now he lives V white snow up to the rooftops wrapped up? I'm so used to it worries..."

And here is the rhyme-echo:

“The transparent grove fell silent, the transparent grove froze. The fir trees are barely turning green, the birches are gilded. The rain is mowing - autumn."

And new words are invented, very precise and piercing:

“Be every minute, hourly, daily, every day- be!

And again - poetic license: the wind - "northern".

But here is the most perfect poetic “sedition.”

To fit into the rhythm, A. Yakusheva simply shortened the word: “I’m getting my bearings there I'm at dawn. I’ll conquer hundreds of peaks just like that...”

This is poetic mischief, sly teasing at an overly serious listener-reader.

A. Yakusheva’s poems capture the eternal longing for loved ones who have chosen the vagabond professions of correspondents, geologists, and archaeologists:

“For so many years, I have become accustomed to the fact that every day one correspondent walks somewhere on earth... He will return only barely - and again on the roads into captivity... He is still, apparently, more of yours than my correspondent.”

“Other cities are becoming an obstacle, again friends have dispersed to God knows where.”

“The friend is far away. Even a hundred roads to get to it is impossible enough.”

Words full of anxiety and love sound like a prayer, like a spell:

“Be, I ask you, in the simple and the complex, be, I ask you - and this is the essence, be, I ask you, as long as you can, and when you can’t, be too!”

In terms of the power of expression of feelings, it resembles "Wait for me" K. Simonova. But this call does not sound like an alarm bell, demanding and deafening. loving soul. There is tenderness and self-denial in it.

“I hear tired snow outside the window and recognize your habits in things. And I can feel it on my skin - the morning is coming, the wind is beating in it, northern and gentle. Were you there or weren't you? My disaster... Were you there or weren’t you? Did you live or did you not live?..”

Ada Yakusheva knew how to wait. Waiting is a common theme in her songs.

“And now I won’t be able to live without waiting.”

“And I’m waiting. Trouble is not a problem. And I'm waiting. It's hard for me not to wait. The wind is blowing and yellow leaves circles. And I'm waiting. I need you."

Yu. Vizbor is no longer there, M. Kusurgashev is no longer there. But she has someone to wait for: her children and grandchildren are nearby. She happy man. In December 2004, right under the bas-relief of Lenin in the ninth auditorium, a banner with the words of Ada Yakusheva was unfurled "The Song Started Here"(Having learned about this, Ada Adamovna smiled her quiet, slyly sad smile: “Then won’t these words be attributed to Lenin?”). And the chords of a well-worn piano sounded, played by everyone - from Bogdasarova to Kim. The call signs of the 50s - 60s were heard: "Listen! Forget about time for a while..." And the entire “nine”, filled to capacity, unanimously picked up the historical words:

“The song began here!”...

The editor and consultant of all Ada Yakusheva’s books was Maxim Kusurgashev. A demanding, objective and tactful editor. And a little co-author. Somehow his smart, balanced comments, in which a soft smile shines through the calm leisureliness, were somehow organically included in these books. Even in their last joint book - correspondence between Ada Yakusheva and Yuri Vizbor - Maxim Kusurgashev is present. "If only you knew..." What poetry, wisdom and warmth this book is filled with! The genre is memoir literature. But in general this is a conversation with the reader of two smart, kind, those who know life people - Ada Yakusheva and Maxim Kusurgashev. The chapters by Maxim Dmitrievich are wonderful - calm, thoughtful, lyrical, as if in an undertone.

The fate of Ada Yakusheva is the fate of the national art song. In the book "Song is my love" the history of the bard's song is shown concisely but comprehensively. First - the effect of novelty, the delight of listeners, a sea of ​​fans, the favor of the authorities, party and Komsomol bodies - in a word, a thaw. Recordings on radio and television, tours of A. Yakusheva’s octet throughout Soviet Union, her own performances on trips with propaganda teams and visiting editors of the magazine “Young Communist” and the radio station “Yunost”, numerous invitations to universities, youth clubs, the Sports Palace in Luzhniki. Many people are familiar with the footage documentary film about bards “I urgently need a song”: young touching Ada Yakusheva, singing with tenderness and shyness. And then other shots - the same disarming sincerity and pressure of Vladimir Vysotsky...

As soon as the author's song took off, they began to crowd it. Professional pop authors became worried, fearing competition. Previously, they treated amateur authors like professionals treat amateurs - if not disdainfully, then clearly patronizingly, at best with a condescending grin. But they became much more militant when bards began to invade their territory from time to time, appearing at concert venues. Accusations of bad taste and self-promotion began to pour in, and poisonous, ironic and moralizing reviews appeared. One of them, in the magazine " Musical life", Ada Yakusheva quotes, without removing the offensive and evil words about "unscenic appearance" And "unstageable manners" about how, according to a grumpy critic, she “with a sad voice sings a sad melody with sumptuous and in beautiful words» (and thanks for that!) For Vizbor, "broad-shouldered blond with a guitar" not found in this review either kind words: “And he, too, sings in a sad voice a sad melody that he probably borrowed from a previous performer.” Now it’s funny to read this, but then they weren’t laughing...

In 1968, a festival of art songs was held in Novosibirsk Akademgorodok. A. Galich performed there with several "quite risky" according to the memoirs of A. Yakusheva, songs. “After which the Komsomol Central Committee decided to boycott the festival and apply appropriate sanctions to its participants.” A. Yakusheva, although she could not go to the festival, suffered too. Journalist and musician Arnold Volyntsev, with her permission, conveyed warm greetings from Ada Adamovna to the festival participants. And the ready-made record was immediately banned for release at the Melodiya company, as well as a collection of songs at the Perm publishing house...

“Three wives ago...” - book of special destiny. With the support of M. Kusurgashev, Ada Yakusheva decided to publish her correspondence with Vizbor from 1955–1957. These letters are a panorama of the Thaw era. And Y. Ryashentsev correctly said in the preface that this “almost mythological heroes of their generation and their environment.” Their youthful correspondence and excerpts from later letters are their love story, 21 stories about personal and professional development, and the history of the country. And although personal correspondence is not a chronicle of political events, the letters of A. Yakusheva and Yu. Vizbor contain many memorable details that can be used to reconstruct the era.

Ada Yakusheva writes to Vizbor in the army about the premiere of the film “Spring on Zarechnaya Street”, and about Yves Montand’s performance at Luzhniki, and about the exhibition of Ilya Glazunov, a graduate of the Leningrad School of Painting, and about the showing of the play “Hamlet” staged by Peter Brook in Moscow. They discuss every event with youthful maximalism, excitement, showing depth and independence of thinking. A. Yakusheva writes about I. Glazunov’s exhibition: “You can feel from his paintings that he experienced a lot of grief - not a single sunspot!.. But why such a one-sided perception of the world?”

She also speaks impartially about the work of the official L. Oshanin, giving preference to Fatyanov. This shows which names were popular in the song lyrics of those years. In defense of L. Oshanin, we can only say that A. Yakusheva, apparently, forgot about the song "Oh, roads!" a song cycle “And in our yard”, “Song about restless youth”, “The Volga River flows” have not yet been written. But youthful sharpness of judgment and fearlessness before authorities allow us to better understand the generation of the “sixties”.

Later in the book "If only you knew..." Ada Adamovna rehabilitates Oshanin: “What was captivating in his poems was his lively conversational intonation, everyday situations, mastery of form... It seems to me that Lev Ivanovich listened carefully to the bard’s songs, probably figuring out the reason for their attractiveness. And I think these observations were not in vain. In any case, how strikingly different his previous songs “Komsomol members, restless hearts” or “Lenin Mountains” are from the later written “And in our yard”, “Biryusa”, “Yellow-eyed moon” ... "

Letters from Yakusheva and Vizbor say a lot about the literary passions of young people of that time. Vizbor read the poems of Martynov, loved the poems of Svetlov, Mezhirov, Joseph Utkin, Viktor Gusev. Reflections on the essence of literary work are replaced by discussions in letters of literary critical novelties: articles by Vladimir Pomerantsev "On Sincerity in Literature" Roman Dudintsev “Not by bread alone,” oh to which Vizbor writes: “I did not agree with Khrushchev: a very correct Soviet book!”

A romantic impulse was also reflected in the book. “behind the fog and the smell of the taiga.” The young people sincerely believed that it was a matter of honor for a graduate of a pedagogical university to go where living conditions were harsh: to Siberia, to Far East, to Sakhalin. Vizbor writes, addressing Ada Yakusheva: “In this tiny and at the same time immensely enormous period of time, you will understand what you cannot understand in five hundred years of life in the 6th Rostov Lane. Only in separation, even from the city, will you learn to appreciate what you did not value, to love what you passed by, to think about what did not attract your attention before. Only in the village will you understand Tolstoy and Pushkin, only under forest sky thoughts and lines will come, deep and bright. My advice is to go, at least for destiny... We are so young, damn us! It’s still too early for us to be sick of commercialism...».

Yu. Vizbor, scrupulously recording the sometimes scary details of army life, still remained "Komsomol volunteer" finding a fair share of romance in the service (a radio operator listening to jazz on the air at night or admiring conversations "for life" radio operators from fishing vessels). The shy student A. Yakusheva, whom her wise older friend treated condescendingly, turned out to be much more ideologically independent. And through the tender love babble, no-no, biting irony will break through or an accurate sketch will suddenly flash. “As for the “great passions of the people,” I only know that in the capital they are not allowed to rage too much. We have an unusually strong and all-suppressive administration. Thinking is prohibited. The director of the institute expressed this well. He said that the party thinks for us. People are afraid to be indignant because they are all addicted. Some at their place of work, some at their place of study. The most desperate will certainly suffer.” This is where the real dissent is! There is so much restrained sarcasm in her description of, for example, a meeting of the Marxism-Leninism circle.

Vizbor also demonstrates political unreliability, condemning the general festival euphoria: “Tomorrow you have a festival opening in Moscow. Blessed is he who believes. Frankly speaking, I’m not really drawn to exchanging souvenirs and autographs on the Moscow pavements. I am indifferent to our powdered and perfumed capital, which paints its cheeks with rouge... I love my city in the silence of the alleys, in the roar of busy streets, in the colorful lights of high-rise apartments.”.

But at the same time they remained true children of their time, raised on posters "We are for peace." Today this will make you smile: Ada Yakusheva writes how she went to the Israeli embassy to protest against Israeli policies, “and when I returned home, I began to roar... Don’t laugh, but it seems that I’m starting to fight for peace!”

The publication of the letters deliberately lacks dating. This is done in order to avoid protocol. And although this will complicate the work of literary scholars and critics studying the creative path of the book’s heroes, the correspondence has acquired the character of an integral work of art.

A. Yakusheva, among other things, is an excellent journalist. She worked for twenty years at the Yunost radio station. I went on business trips: Siberia, the Far East, the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka, Sakhalin... I remembered with love in the book "If only you knew..." about the people with whom “Youth” brought her together. Who, if not her, should broadcast programs about bards? "Song, guitar and me." She also hosted a program based on letters from radio listeners, which was called “Hello, comrade!” A. Yakusheva preserved several folders with these letters, a chronicle, as she says, of an entire generation.

Bogatyreva N. Holy friendly flame. Interview with graduates of Moscow Pedagogical University. – M.: Research Center for Problems of Quality of Training of Specialists, 2002. – Book. 1. – P. 25.

Yakusheva Ada Yakusheva Career: Musician
Birth: Russia, 24.1.1934
A week ago, all Moscow bards saw off to last path his legendary comrade - the poet Viktor Berkovsky. Among those who came to the cemetery, our special correspondent did not notice one of the founders of modern bard song, the first wife of Yuri Vizbor, poetess Ada YAKUSHEVA. It turned out that after Ariadna Adamovna broke her hip four years ago, she is afraid to go far from home. I didn't even attend my second husband's funeral. famous journalist Maxim Kusurgasheva. Knowing full well that Yakusheva does not communicate with the press, Kudryavov still decided to visit her. As a result, Ada Adamovna gave the first interview in her life. It's in front of you.

Your clear sound, Ada Adamovna, for for many years hasn't changed at all. They say how you once sang Alla Pugacheva herself?

It was in village club, on potatoes, where we were sent in the fall from the Yunost radio station. I sang in the first voice, Alla in the second. So what? Pugacheva’s voice was already quite strong even then. For a long time Alla and I were very good friends, met, talked on the phone. Then the fate unfolded. But I suspect that good relations still remain. My son Maksimka is easily in love with her. Since childhood, I wanted Pugacheva to be his mother, and Vizbor to be his father.

Your daughter Tatyana once admitted: My mother, of course, is not Nefertiti, but she still grabbed two wonderful men.

Do I really look like a predator? Love always came unexpectedly, beautifully and very joyfully.

Oh my God, what a tragedy

Love such a talker! -

I wrote these lines when I put my eye on Vizbor. And he invariably had a huge horde of admirers. But what's the point of being jealous of such a person? Although there were plenty of reasons. Yura always lived by his own unpredictable laws. I still suffered from Vizbor’s loveliness. The ease of our relationship seemed to be implied by itself: is it really possible for two poets to serenely exist next to each other? Possessing an irrepressible sense of humor, Yura was extremely fond of the expression of our mutual friend Zinovy ​​Gerdt - three wives ago, which completely reliably defines the stages of his life path. Despite the ethical issue, I still took the risk of publishing Vizbor’s letters to me.

Ran off to a different skirt

Yakusheva is called Vizbor's muse. And your separation from him is shrouded in secrecy

Perhaps I was the first muse, after that for some reason he had others. I myself cannot understand how it all happened. He left and then came back. In short, he ran away to someone else. He was very amorous. He ran from one skirt to another like a March cat. But, despite all these comings and goings, there remained a bright relationship between us all the way.

We got married in 1957. Yura always wanted everything to be legal in a noble way. Moreover, I once had his last name. Vizbor married all his wives legally. I don’t even remember which one was which. Actress Zhenya Uralova, who has a daughter Anya from Vizbor, seems to be the second. He starred with Uralova in the film July Rain. And Nina Tikhonova, it turns out, is third. In between them there was, it seems, some other artist, but I forgot her name.

Is it true that both Vizbor and Kusurgashev took turns as witnesses at both of your weddings?

Both cackle and sin, as they say. They were friends since their youth. Maxim really was a witness at our wedding. And Yura, having learned that Kusurgashev and I were legally married, brought a couple of bottles of cognac. They drank together.

Our father's absence common daughter Tanya used on full blast: barely, in her hearts, she abandoned Kusurgasheva, whom she lovingly called our stepfather: Oh, so! I went to my father!

The rare surname Vizbora invariably raised a lot of questions?

Yura's father seems to be from Lithuania. Some distant relative of his named Grazhina remained there. His father, unfortunately, was repressed and shot.

A funny story happened to my daughter, who has the same last name. When she was asked a question about nationality at school, she began to chatter animatedly about Ukrainian and Baltic grandmothers. To which the teacher reacted a little strangely: Let’s write “Jew” in the meantime, and then we’ll figure it out. This surname was never distorted. At some stage in life, there was confusion with Yuri’s patronymic. In any case, Vizbor should have been Iosefovich, and not Iosifovich.

Wandered around with my daughter

Did the joint writing of poems and songs with Vizbor have a location?

Yes, yes, yes. Our characters clashed in such a way that sparks were struck. I remember that in an argument over one line, Yura and I started a huge brawl. I then ran away from home with little Tanya in my arms. She wandered the streets while she did not calm down. I returned home, and he had already forgotten that we were fighting. We might have been pretty bad similar people. Therefore, mutual creative impulses were sometimes met with childish capriciousness. The battle for the line was commonplace. But our categoricalness went beyond all possible limits. They just didn't fight.

Next to you at the current time are people you love and love - children, grandchildren. Do they visit often?

Of course, I live their life now. There is little left for herself. It's sad. But this is how all people seem to live. My daughter Dasha's son, Misha, visits me often. He is 13 years old, and no one is raising him here, which is why he likes to hang around with his grandmother. The second grandson Volodya is only two and a half years old. And in total I have four grandchildren: Tatyana has a son, Yura, and a daughter, Varya.

And here the adored cat is spinning under your feet. We still need to look for tailed creatures as crazy with life as our Kuzya. His father is Russian blue, and his mother is white Persian. It turned out to be such a strange cross, and for some reason the cat began to chase cats from a young age. Moreover, he pursued one perfectly castrated creature. In general, we live vigorously.

Heartbreaking details have emerged last months the life of the famous poet, bard, journalist Ada Yakusheva, who died in Moscow on Saturday, October 6, at the age of 79.

Details about her mother’s death were told by her daughter Tatyana Vizbor. (Ada Yakusheva’s first husband was the Russian bard, poet, and artist Yuri Vizbor, who dedicated the famous song “You are the only one to me”) to his wife.

“This happened today at 07:45 am in Moscow. She (Yakusheva) had been sick for a long time, for three months - it was oncology. IN lately She was at home almost all the time, and we only went to the hospital for pain relief. She died calmly and serenely, the pain was relieved,” RIA Novosti quotes Tatyana Vizbor as saying.

But, as it turned out, the agency did not provide all the information about the circumstances of Ada Yakusheva’s death. On Monday night social networks a recording by the famous journalist Irina Petrovskaya circulated, from which it became known what exactly preceded the moment when, according to RIA Novosti, “she died calmly and serenely, the pain was relieved.”

“In our country it’s scary not only to live, but also to die,” writes Irina Petrovskaya. - I just returned from Tatyana Vizbor, the daughter of Ada Yakusheva, who died yesterday. Our beloved Ada. The disease was discovered at the beginning of summer - Ada never went to the doctors, but then it became unbearable: coughing, suffocation. The operation to remove the lung tumor was successful. Ada even rehabilitated herself and began breathing and walking. And then I fainted, and the study showed metastases in the brain, alas, not operable. And then the journey through torment began. District 98th polyclinic of the North-East Administrative District is the Gestapo! A doctor named P*** is Doctor, ***, Mengele!!! Ada, small, fragile, weighing 37 kg (!!!) at the time of her death, was dying in terrible agony, because in this f***ing clinic there was no stamp or MaryIvanna issuing certificates... “Mom is suffering!” - the daughter screamed. “Everyone is suffering!” - the doctors answered her, whom it would be hard to call doctors. On the eve of Ada’s departure, a doctor from the hospice arrived, was horrified by the suffering she was experiencing because the district *** did not prescribe drugs for her, and took her away with him. There she was injected with morphine for the first time, and our beloved Ada probably fell asleep for the first time in a month, turning on her side and placing her fist under her cheek. In the morning she left without suffering,” writes journalist Irina Petrovskaya, who was friends with Ada Yakusheva for many years.

However, according to people who have encountered similar situations, the problem is not only with the heartless doctors of one particular Moscow clinic. Such stories happen all the time, and the worst thing is that this happens, including to children.

“Unfortunately, I know of many cases when cancer patients in district clinics were not given drugs because it was “harmful,” writes blogger Natalia in a comment under Irina Petrovskaya’s post.

Ariadna Adamovna Yakusheva, known as Ada Yakusheva (Kusurgasheva; January 24, 1934, Leningrad - October 6, 2012, Moscow) - Russian poetess, bard, radio journalist.

The problem is that due to the extremely confusing and complex rules issuing drugs, many doctors, for fear of getting caught, simply do not want to take risks.

“I will give your son drugs, and then my children will be left without a father,” one doctor bluntly told the mother of a screaming child with incurable oncology, who was discharged from the hospital to go home to die. Unfortunately, only hospice doctors have the opportunity to legally competently provide pain relief to cancer patients in the terminal stage, and these institutions are not so easy to get into.

A week ago, the blogosphere was shocked by the material of the Moscow region resuscitator Denis Savchenko, who works at Disaster Medicine, who wrote that medical employees of the Ministry of Emergency Situations were completely deprived of the right to use effective painkillers, which should inevitably lead to a sharp increase in mortality during various emergencies. Dr. Savchenko also did not hesitate to compare Russian doctors forced to work “under Krikaine” with Dr. Mengele.

Ada Yakusheva Other cities

Ada Yakusheva was born in Leningrad on January 24, 1934. In 1952, she entered the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute, where she studied with the future famous bards Yuri Vizbor, Yuli Kim and Yuri Ryashentsev. Yakusheva began composing songs and poems in her second year. Among Yakusheva’s most famous songs is “Evening wanders along forest paths.”

Ada Yakusheva’s first husband was Yuri Vizbor, they had a daughter, Tatyana. Vizbor dedicated the famous song “You are the only one for me” to his wife.

More than love. Yuri Vizbor and Ada Yakusheva

Yuri Vizbor himself also died from cancer, having lived only to 50 years.

On video from YouTube: Ada Yakusheva “Other Cities”. Recording from the concert. Music, lyrics by A. Yakushev.

Lidia Cheboksarova and Evgeny Bykov - “The Age of Vizbor. Songs of Yuri Vizbor and his friends. Performance at the Wood Grouse Nest http://www.gnezdogluharya.ru/concerts 09/28/2012
Ariadna Adamovna Yakusheva, known as Ada Yakusheva (Kusurgasheva; January 24, 1934, Leningrad - October 6, 2012, Moscow) - Russian poet, bard, radio journalist.
Biography

Ada Yakusheva was born on January 24, 1934 in Leningrad. Her father died during the Great Patriotic War in Belarus, being a commissar of a partisan detachment. As a child, Ada studied music in the cello class, but did not graduate from music school. In 1952 she entered the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute. V.I. Lenin at the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature, where she studied simultaneously with future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Julius Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, writer Yuri Koval, as well as with director Pyotr Fomenko. The Pedagogical Institute was one of the country's main centers of original song, and in 1954, in her second year, Ada began composing songs and poetry.

She graduated from the institute in 1956, and in 1958 she married Yuri Vizbor. Soon their daughter Tatyana was born. In the early 1960s, Yakusheva led a women's song octet and toured with it around the country. From 1966 to 1968 she worked as an editor at the Yunost radio station. In 1968, she married radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev.

Yakusheva released a record on the Melodiya label. Among the singer’s published audio recordings are: “Forget for a while,” “You are my breath,” “Best songs,” “Ada Yakusheva” (in the “Russian Bards” series).

In addition, three books by Ada Yakusheva were published - “If you knew”, “The song is my love” and “Three wives ago. The story of one correspondence."

She died on October 6, 2012 in her apartment in Moscow.
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Biography

Ada Yakusheva was born on January 24, 1934 in Leningrad. Her father died during the Great Patriotic War in Belarus, being a commissar of a partisan detachment. As a child, Ada studied cello music, but did not graduate from music school. In 1952, she entered the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature, where she studied simultaneously with future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Julius Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, writer Yuri Koval, as well as with director Pyotr Fomenko. The Pedagogical Institute was one of the main centers of art song in the country, and in 1954, in her second year, Ada began composing songs and poetry.

She graduated from the institute in 1956, and in 1958 she married Yuri Vizbor. Soon their daughter Tatyana was born. In the early 1960s, Yakusheva led a women's song octet and toured with it around the country. From 1966 to 1968 she worked as an editor at the Yunost radio station. In 1968, she married radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev.

Yakusheva released a record on the Melodiya label. Among the singer's published audio recordings:

• "Forget for a while"
• "You are my breath"
• "Best Songs"
• “Ada Yakusheva” (in the series “Russian Bards”).

In addition, three books by Ada Yakusheva were published - “If you knew”, “The song is my love” and “Three wives ago. The story of one correspondence."
Ada Yakusheva also visited the facilities social protection population of Moscow - the Central Music Center, where she gave bard music concerts for the disabled. Ada Yakusheva was such a frequent guest at the Fili-Davydkovo Center
Ada Yakusheva died on October 6, 2012 in her apartment in Moscow. She was buried at Troekurovskoye Cemetery on October 9.

Songs

• “And I’m lucky: to the white peaks”... - “And I’m lucky”...
• “And I’ve known the start time for a long time”... - “My orbit”
• “The wheels are running, running, running”... - (Words and music by Yu. Vizbor and A. Yakusheva)
• “The rain is wandering outside the window” ... - “Lullaby to Tanya”
• “At the institute, under the arches of the stairs” ... - “Beloved City” (“Song to Moscow”)
• “Stones are crashing in the Kamennaya River”...
• “The wind swirls the leaves on the asphalt”... - “The city is the best” (Song-report)
• “The wind sings songs, he is with your habits”...
• “Evening wanders along forest paths”...
• “It seems like I’ve had a lot of troubles and victories”... - “Turning”
• “You say that you are unhappy” ... - “Don’t be sad, Tanka”
• “May avalanches bypass you”... - (Poems by A. Yakusheva and Yu. Vizbor, music by A. Yakusheva)
• “If only you knew”...
• “There lives a girl in the world”...
• “Following the train across the field”… - “Song about the tracks” (“Road”)
• “I’m leafing through the notebook again”... - “Notebook”
• “Hello, this is the main thing - hello you”...
• “I’m walking through the forest at night from the station alone”... - “Help traveler”
• “Every year in the autumn month” ... - “First year”
• “It seems to me that I have been for a long time”... - “It seems to me”...
• “My friend paints mountains, distant as a dream”...
• “My country’s name is Alone”... - “Alone”
• “We are city dwellers, early dawn”... - “City dwellers”
• “We are getting older and older”… - “We are getting older”
• “I can’t figure it out in Bratsk”... - “Song about Bratsk”
• “Wandering nights - blue, white” ... - “Song for you”
• “Give me a ticket as a parting gift”... - “Ticket”
• “You see, the night is silent”... - “You understand”
• “We said goodbye to the station”... - “My soldier”
• “I’ve gotten used to it after so many years”... - “Correspondent”
• “The transparent grove fell silent”... - “The transparent grove”
• “My beloved passed me by”... - “Song about a talker”
• “I’ll spread it over the stove”...
• “Light pebbles from Konakovo”... - “Pebbles from Konakovo”
• “Today you and I are at the institute” ... - “Today”
• “Blue trees in frost”… - “My treasure”
• “Again your endless ‘wait!’”... - “I don’t want you to leave”...
• “Listen, forget time for a while”... - “Blue Snowdrifts”
• “Snow and snow. No roads, no rivers..." - "Snow and snow"
• “Comrade is getting ready for the journey”...
• “The guys will call you this week”... - “Guys”
• “Sunny, do you remember our April”... - “Sunny.” (Words and music by Yu. Vizbor and A. Yakusheva)
• “The twilight is rushing towards us”... - “Passing”
• “Other cities are becoming a hindrance”... - “Other cities”
• "Twilight. You look up from the paintings..." - "Twilight"
• “It so happened that Izmailovo”... - “Izmailovo”
• “Pechora flows into the ocean there”... - “Pechora”
• “It’s probably been there for a long time”... - “Northern”
• “You say: “There’s only one way out”... - “Rains”
• “You are my breath, you are my early morning”...
• “You are very similar to me, man”... - “And I’m waiting”
• “It’s probably already the first hour”... - “Green-Eyed Taxi”
• “Ships go here and there”... - “Ship Cities”
• “A man was walking, but it was unknown where”... - “Hello, song!”
• “I open you, the coast of Kamchatka”... - “Kamchatka”
• “I invite you to the forests”...
• “Since childhood, I have loved the labyrinths of the subway”... - “Metro”
• “I am walking along a long road”... - “I am walking”

Ariadna Adamovna Yakusheva (Kusurgasheva; born 1934) Russian poetess, bard, radio journalist.
Ada Yakusheva was born on January 24, 1934 in Leningrad. Her father died during the Great Patriotic War in Belarus, being a commissar of a partisan detachment. As a child, Ada studied cello music, but did not graduate from music school. In 1952 she entered the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute named after. V.I. Lenin at the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature, where she studied simultaneously with future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Julius Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, writer Yuri Koval, as well as with director Pyotr Fomenko. The Pedagogical Institute was one of the country's main centers of original song, and in 1954, in her second year, Ada began composing songs and poetry.

She graduated from the institute in 1956, and in 1957 she married Yu. Vizbor. Soon their daughter Tatyana was born. In the early 1960s, Yakusheva led a women's song octet and toured with it throughout the country. From 1966 to 1968 she worked as an editor at the Yunost radio station. In 1968, she married the famous radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev.

Yakusheva released a record on the Melodiya label. Among the published audio recordings of the singer are “Forget it for a while”, “You are my breath”, “Best songs”, “Ada Yakusheva” (in the series “Russian Bards”).

In addition, three books by Ada Yakusheva were published: “If You Knew”, “Song My Love” and “Three Wives Ago. The story of one correspondence."