Ada Yakusheva and Yuri Vizbor. Life and destiny

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 very strong even then. For a long time Alla and I were very friends, we met and talked on the phone. Then fate got in the way. But I suspect that good relations still remain. My son Maksimka is simply 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 cheerfully.

Oh my God, what a tragedy

Love such a talker! -

I wrote these lines when I had my eye on Vizbor. And he always had a huge crowd 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: how can two poets live peacefully next to each other? Possessing an irrepressible sense of humor, Yura was very fond of the expression of our mutual friend Zinovy Gerdt - “three wives ago”, which quite reliably defines the stages of his life path. Despite the moral factor, I still “risked” publishing Vizbor’s letters to me.

Ran off to another skirt

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- Yakusheva is called Vizbor’s muse. And your separation with him is shrouded in secrecy...

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

We got married in 1957. Yura always wanted everything to be legal in a noble way. I even 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 laughter and sin, as they say. They had been 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 common daughter Tanya took advantage of the absence of her father full blast: just in her hearts she abandoned Kusurgashev, whom she lovingly called “our stepfather”: “Oh, so! I went to my father!

- The rare surname Vizbora has always 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 talk animatedly about Ukrainian and Baltic grandmothers. To which the teacher reacted somewhat strangely: “Let’s write for now – Jewish, 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 you collaborate on poetry and songs with Vizbor?

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 caused a huge scandal. Then I even ran away from home with little Tanya in my arms. She wandered the streets until she calmed down. I returned home, and he had already forgotten that we were fighting. Perhaps we were very similar people. Therefore, mutual creative impulses were sometimes met with childish capriciousness. The battle for the line was normal. But our categoricalness went beyond all possible limits. They just didn't fight.

- Next to you now are people you love and love - children, grandchildren. Do they visit often?

I certainly live their life today. There is little left for herself. It is 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, so 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 your favorite cat is still 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. He even chased after one completely castrated creature. In general, we live vigorously.

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Alexander 28.04.2006 02:33:42

I’m glad that Ada’s life worked out more or less, I’m grateful to fate that I’m familiar with her wonderful songs, we’re very lucky to have camping songs in our lives. TELL HER A BIG HELLO AND BEST WISHES!

Ada Yakusheva is a poet, singer of bard songs and radio journalist.

As a child, she learned to play the cello, but never graduated from music school.

At the age of 18 I entered the Moscow Pedagogical University state institute them. V.I. Lenin. There she met future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Yuli Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, writer Yuri Koval and director Pyotr Fomenko.

Yuri Vizbor became her first husband. In her second and third years, Ada Yakusheva began writing poetry and songs.

“All the students, including young graduate students, ran after Vizbor. But there was no point in being jealous of him. He bathed in love. He lived and worked according to its laws. All I could do was suffer. That’s what I did - wrote poetry and songs. Yes, in our institute everything that “they composed something,” the poetess said in an interview with Express Newspaper.

In marriage with Yuri Vizbor, a 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. Then I met Alla Pugacheva, with whom I was friends for a long time.

“I didn’t re-sing, but sang with her on stage in two voices: I was the first, she was the second. Then vice versa. We were sent together from the Yunost radio station to harvest potatoes. We were friends for a long time. But I’m still a little older than her... Yes, and who was Alla in the 60s? She was just starting out. By that time, Yakusheva had already traveled halfway around the country. True, Pugacheva was a good girl: she didn’t make faces, she didn’t break down, in a word, my son Maxim was friends with her daughter. , - recalled Ada Yakusheva.

In 1968, Ada Yakusheva married radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev, who was a witness at her first wedding:

“We studied at the same institute with our future husbands. Maxim Kusurgashev was a witness at our wedding with Yura. He took my Tanka and me from the maternity hospital. Yura was somewhere on a business trip at that time.”

Among the published audio recordings of the singer: “Forget it for a while”, “You are my breath”, “Evening wanders along forest paths”, “Blue snowdrifts”, “ Best songs" and etc.

Literary critic Lev Anninsky wrote about Ada Yakusheva:

“They told her that she needed to remind herself, to appear in front of the audience, “otherwise they might forget.” She answered: “It’s okay.” In the sense: let them forget... So they didn’t forget! The songs - from the very first performance they became bardic classics and remain in the gold fund to this day."

Ada Yakusheva died on October 6, 2012 after a three-month battle with cancer.

“Ada spread extraordinary light, kindness, tenderness, and sincerity around her. She lived very quietly and gave us songs that everyone knew and loved. These songs are immortal - they will never be forgotten, just like Ada herself,” said the singer of the original song Galina Khomchik RIA Novosti.

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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 ill 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 in 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 poet, 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 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 commissioner 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. 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.

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. Buried at Troekurovskoye Cemetery 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”...
“Behind 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 out 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 about 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)
“Twilight is hastening 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”

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Ariadna Adamovna Yakusheva, known as Ada Yakusheva(Kusurgasheva; January 24, Leningrad - October 6, Moscow) - Russian poetess, bard, radio journalist and writer. The first wife of Yuri Vizbor.

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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”... - “Hellow 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 is called Alone”... - “Alone”
“We are city dwellers, early dawn”... - “Citizens”
“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 farewell”... - “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 about 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)
“Twilight is rushing towards us”... - “Twilight”
“Other cities are becoming a hindrance”... - “Other cities”
"Twilight. You look up from the pictures”… - “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 is 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”

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Among the untrodden roads, one is mine: Collection of tourist songs / Compiled by L.P. Belenky. - M.: Profizdat, 1989. - P. 427. - 200,000 copies.

- ISBN 5-255-00032-9.

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“Very good,” said the Englishman.
Anatole turned to the Englishman and, taking him by the button of his tailcoat and looking down at him (the Englishman was short), began repeating to him the terms of the bet in English.
- Wait! - Dolokhov shouted, banging the bottle on the window to attract attention. - Wait, Kuragin; listen. If anyone does the same, then I pay one hundred imperials. Do you understand?
The Englishman nodded his head, not giving any indication as to whether he intended to accept this new bet or not. Anatole did not let go of the Englishman and, despite the fact that he nodded, letting him know that he understood everything, Anatole translated Dolokhov’s words to him in English. A young thin boy, a life hussar, who had lost that evening, climbed onto the window, leaned out and looked down.
“Uh!... uh!... uh!...” he said, looking out the window at the stone sidewalk.
- Attention! - Dolokhov shouted and pulled the officer from the window, who, entangled in his spurs, awkwardly jumped into the room.
- Gentlemen, this is nonsense; he will be killed to death,” said this more prudent man.
Anatole stopped him:
- Don’t touch him, you’ll scare him, he’ll kill himself. Eh?... What then?... Eh?...
Dolokhov turned around, straightening himself and again spreading his arms.
“If anyone else bothers me,” he said, rarely letting words slip through his clenched and thin lips, “I’ll bring him down here now.” Well!…
Having said “well”!, he turned again, let go of his hands, took the bottle and brought it to his mouth, threw his head back and threw his free hand up for leverage. One of the footmen, who began to pick up the glass, stopped in a bent position, not taking his eyes off the window and Dolokhov’s back. Anatole stood straight, eyes open. The Englishman, his lips thrust forward, looked from the side. The one who stopped him ran to the corner of the room and lay down on the sofa facing the wall. Pierre covered his face, and a weak smile, forgotten, remained on his face, although it now expressed horror and fear. Everyone was silent. Pierre took his hands away from his eyes: Dolokhov was still sitting in the same position, only his head was bent back, so that the curly hair of the back of his head touched the collar of his shirt, and the hand with the bottle rose higher and higher, shuddering and making an effort. The bottle was apparently emptied and at the same time rose, bending its head. “What’s taking so long?” thought Pierre. It seemed to him that more than half an hour had passed. Suddenly Dolokhov made a backward movement with his back, and his hand trembled nervously; this shudder was enough to move the entire body sitting on the sloping slope. He shifted all over, and his hand and head trembled even more, making an effort. One hand rose to grab the window sill, but dropped again. Pierre closed his eyes again and told himself that he would never open them. Suddenly he felt that everything around him was moving. He looked: Dolokhov was standing on the windowsill, his face was pale and cheerful.
- Empty!
He threw the bottle to the Englishman, who deftly caught it. Dolokhov jumped from the window. He smelled strongly of rum.
- Great! Well done! So bet! Damn you completely! - they shouted from different sides.
The Englishman took out his wallet and counted out the money. Dolokhov frowned and was silent. Pierre jumped onto the window.
Gentlemen! Who wants to bet with me? “I’ll do the same,” he suddenly shouted. “And there’s no need for a bet, that’s what.” They told me to give him a bottle. I'll do it... tell me to give it.
- Let it go, let it go! – said Dolokhov, smiling.
- What you? crazy? Who will let you in? “Your head is spinning even on the stairs,” they spoke from different sides.
- I'll drink it, give me a bottle of rum! - Pierre shouted, hitting the table with a decisive and drunken gesture, and climbed out the window.
They grabbed him by the arms; but he was so strong that he pushed the one who approached him far away.
“No, you can’t persuade him like that,” said Anatole, “wait, I’ll deceive him.” Look, I bet you, but tomorrow, and now we're all going to hell.
“We’re going,” Pierre shouted, “we’re going!... And we’re taking Mishka with us...
And he grabbed the bear, and, hugging and lifting it, began to spin around the room with it.

Prince Vasily fulfilled the promise made at the evening at Anna Pavlovna's to Princess Drubetskaya, who asked him for her only son Boris. He was reported to the sovereign, and, unlike others, he was transferred to the Semenovsky Guard Regiment as an ensign. But Boris was never appointed as an adjutant or under Kutuzov, despite all the efforts and machinations of Anna Mikhailovna. Soon after Anna Pavlovna's evening, Anna Mikhailovna returned to Moscow, straight to her rich relatives Rostov, with whom she stayed in Moscow and with whom her beloved Borenka, who had just been promoted to the army and was immediately transferred to guards ensigns, had been raised and lived for years since childhood. The Guard had already left St. Petersburg on August 10, and the son, who remained in Moscow for uniforms, was supposed to catch up with her on the road to Radzivilov.
The Rostovs had a birthday girl, Natalya, a mother and a younger daughter. In the morning, without ceasing, the trains drove up and drove off, bringing congratulators to the big city, all of Moscow famous house Countess Rostova on Povarskaya. Countess with a beautiful eldest daughter and the guests, who never ceased replacing one another, sat in the living room.
The Countess was a woman with an oriental type of thin face, about forty-five years old, apparently exhausted by children, of whom she had twelve. The slowness of her movements and speech, resulting from weakness of strength, gave her a significant appearance that inspired respect. Princess Anna Mikhailovna Drubetskaya, as home person, sat right there, helping in the matter of receiving and engaging in conversation with guests. The youth were in the back rooms, not finding it necessary to participate in receiving visits. The Count met and saw off the guests, inviting everyone to dinner.
“I am very, very grateful to you, ma chere or mon cher [my dear or my dear] (ma chere or mon cher he said to everyone without exception, without the slightest shade, both above and below him) for himself and for the dear birthday girls . Look, come and have lunch. You will offend me, mon cher. I sincerely ask you on behalf of the whole family, ma chere.” These words from the same expression on a full, cheerful and clean-shaven face and with an equally strong handshake and repeated short bows, he spoke to everyone without exception or change. Having seen off one guest, the count returned to whoever was still in the living room; having pulled up his chairs and with the air of a man who loves and knows how to live, with his legs gallantly spread and his hands on his knees, he swayed significantly, offered guesses about the weather, consulted about health, sometimes in Russian, sometimes in very bad, but self-confident French, and again, with the air of a tired but firm man in the performance of his duties, he went to see him off, straightening his rare White hair on a bald head, and again called for dinner. Sometimes, returning from the hallway, he walked through the flower and waiter's room into a large marble hall, where a table for eighty couverts was being set, and, looking at the waiters wearing silver and porcelain, arranging tables and unrolling damask tablecloths, he called to him Dmitry Vasilyevich, a nobleman, who was taking care of all his affairs, and said: “Well, well, Mitenka, make sure everything is fine. “Well, well,” he said, looking around with pleasure at the huge spread-out table. – The main thing is serving. This and that...” And he left, sighing complacently, back into the living room.

(Ariadna Adamovna Yakusheva) - Russian poetess, legend of art song, radio journalist. Member of the Union of Journalists (1973). She occupied a completely special place- being, in the almost completely male context of the first generation of creators of the “art song”, the only female bard. Her songs “bright, pure, sympathetic, charming... They had a short first life. Born on the disastrous edge of a great feeling, they sang at once, in one short breath, and - the string burst, Ada no longer sang... "(D. Sukharev).

Born in Leningrad. His father, a commissar of a partisan detachment, died in Belarus during the Great Patriotic War. As a child, Ada studied cello music, but did not graduate from music school.

In 1952 she entered Moscow State University, but did not pass the competition. In her memoirs she wrote: “Now I am amazed at my audacity, but having firmly decided to enter the journalism department of Moscow State University, an essay on literature at entrance exams I wrote it in verse. A bunch of grammatical errors dashed all my hopes. And only the incomprehensible benevolence of the teachers could explain the fact that they still gave a satisfactory grade, which allowed me to be enrolled in the evening department of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute. And a year later the opportunity arose to transfer to full-time work.”.

At the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute named after. IN AND. Lenin Ada Yakusheva studied at the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature at the same time as future bards and poets Yuri Vizbor, Julius Kim, Yuri Ryashentsev, Vladimir Krasnovsky, writer Yuri Koval, and future director Pyotr Fomenko. Ada Yakusheva recalled: “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.”

The Pedagogical Institute was one of the main centers of art song in the country (it was not for nothing that they joked about the abbreviation MGPI that it was not “Moscow Pedagogical Institute”, but “Moscow Singing Institute”), and in 1954, in her second year, Ada began composing songs and poetry. She became the organizer of the student song ensemble of the Moscow State Pedagogical Institute. 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. Unfortunately, many of Ada Yakusheva’s songs (especially from her student days) remained unpublished and are now virtually lost.

After graduating from the institute in 1956, she worked for some time as a teacher at Moscow school No. 106, and as a correspondent for the MAI newspaper (1956-1957). In 1958 she married Yuri Vizbor, and in November of the same year their daughter Tatyana was born. Ada Yakusheva said: “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... Yurka was constantly in love with someone. And I didn’t lag behind him: there were only fans around... 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 is our daughter - Tanya". It only remains to add that when Tanya got married, all three wives of Yuri Vizbor celebrated her wedding together.

In 1964-1965, Yakusheva led a women's song octet and toured with it around the country. In 1965, a program dedicated to the work of Yakusheva was recorded on the Yunost radio station, where her songs were performed by M. Kristalinskaya, E. Kamburova, L. Barashkov, A. Ioshpe and other famous singers at that time. Since 1966, she worked as an editor at the Yunost radio station, where she hosted the most sincere and action-calling program “Hello, Comrade” - about romantics and people for whom heroism is a normal part of life.... Then I met Alla Pugacheva, with whom I was friends for a long time afterwards. “...sang with her on stage in two voices: I was the first, she was the second. Then vice versa. We were sent together from the Yunost radio station to grow potatoes. We were friends for a long time. But I’m still a little older than her... And who was Alla in the 60s? She was just getting started. By that time, Yakusheva had already traveled half the country. True, Pugacheva was a good girl: she didn’t make faces, she didn’t break down. Girlfriend, in a word", - recalled Ada Yakusheva.

In 1968, Ada Yakusheva married radio journalist Maxim Kusurgashev, who was a witness at her wedding to Vizbor: “We studied at the same institute with our future husbands. Maxim Kusurgashev 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.”. In this marriage, Yakusheva had two children - Maxim (1969) and Daria (1973).

In the 70-80s, Ada Yakusheva’s performances became a rare event, although a number of new songs were written and almost all of them were recorded at the Yunost radio station. In the late 70s, when Vladimir Vysotsky was unable to perform a concert in Leningrad due to illness, Ada Yakusheva performed an entire concert program with her songs. There were no people leaving the hall!

Ada Yakusheva’s first solo record appeared only in 1991: the Melodiya company was finally honored to release the solo album “Forget for a while” with recordings from the mid-60s, and in such a meager circulation that the album became a rarity... And before that - only inserts from “Krugozor” and rare poems in songbooks, sometimes even without mention of authorship.

“Ada spread extraordinary light, kindness, tenderness, and sincerity around herself. She lived very quietly and gave us songs that everyone knew and loved. These songs are immortal - they will never be forgotten, like Ada herself"- said the singer of the original song Galina Khomchik. Literary critic Lev Anninsky wrote about Ada Yakusheva: “They told her that she had to remind herself of herself, appear in front of the audience, “otherwise they might forget.” She answered: “It’s okay.” In the sense: and let them forget... So they didn’t forget! The songs became bard classics from the very first performance and remain in the golden fund to this day.”.

Her (probably almost never performed with a guitar) iconic poem for Fantlab, which begins with the line: “Having read all science fiction from cover to cover and loved it for many years...”

Biography Note:

There are two videos available:

1. “Evening wanders along the forest paths” performed by Ada Yakusheva with her daughters Tatyana Vizbor and Daria Kusurgasheva (Grushinsky Festival, second half of the 80s).

2. “You are my breath” performed by Tatyana Vizbor and her daughter Varya; guitars: Yura Vizbor Jr., Dima Grigoriev (Fifth concert “Our songs are an amazing life”)