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Singer Shura. Photo: personal archive of Alexander Medvedev.

Alexander Medvedev, known under the pseudonym Shura, is a colorful figure. Incredible outfits, platform shoes and the absence of front teeth attract the public no less than vocal data. By the way, the singer has no musical education. The nugget passed his universities in restaurants, where he sang from the age of thirteen. Artistry Alexander inherited from his grandmother, who was of gypsy blood and amazingly performed romances. Leafing through a family album, Shura talked about how he got rid of addiction to drugs, defeated cancer and fascinated Patricia Kaas.

1. I am thirteen years old. In Moscow, I'm passing through - I'm going to Riga for design courses. We can say that I fell in love with Moscow from the first candy. When I was five years old, I was given a box of chocolates with a picture of the Kremlin. I took her out into the yard, treated the guys. Then he cut off the cover with the picture and hung it over his bed. I said that I would definitely live in this city. And the dream came true.

2. The central park of the city of Novosibirsk, where I spent my childhood and youth. A very happy time. From the age of thirteen I sang in restaurants, earned money and drove the guys from my class to have fun in the park. We walked, rode the merry-go-round, ate kebabs. I have never spared money for entertainment, for my relatives and friends.

3. This is me at the dacha of my good friend Natasha. I really like this place near Moscow. We often rest here, fry kebabs, make fish soup. Well, yes, I like to fool around. These lambs are outdoor ceramic sculptures. Do you think they are alive? Ha ha ha.

4. I am with my grandmother Vera Mikhailovna - the closest and most adored person to me. She always supported me, gave both her blessing and money for all my undertakings. Grandmother of gypsy blood and chic sang romances. She also had a skirt made of forty pieces, lined with bottle caps. When grandmother walked, the skirt rattled like a tambourine.

5. Shooting some TV program. I was a TV presenter. In total, I had twelve different female images. As for Ksyusha Sobchak, we get along very well. For her birthday, she often orders a concert with my participation. I respect her, love her and say: "If I ever marry, then only to someone like Sobchak."

6. I'm in the Metelitsa club, I'm running my own program. This is my last bleaching blonde: even then my hair began to fall out little by little. I was diagnosed with cancer. I took what happened as normal. I had prophetic dreams that, they say, you will jump if you don’t quit taking drugs. But it was hard to stop. The disease became an incentive to quit, leave the environment that sucked money out of me for drugs, and completely change my life.

7. My twenty-second birthday. We celebrate it in the Metelitsa club. The girls are with me, my good friends. They sang in some youth group. I can't remember the name now, it quickly faded away. I love my birthday. I always celebrate it on a grand scale, noisily, cheerfully and insanely expensive. Although I'm getting older and older.

8. I am in the image of Baba Yaga, I sing a song from the cartoon "Flying Ship", with me backing vocals "Buranovskiye Babushki". I had to go to the dentist that day and had my upper teeth removed. The director exclaimed: “Look at Shura: how he responsibly prepared for the role!” It was a funny number.

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Biography

Its popularity peaked in the late 1990s. Gained fame due to the outrageous manner of performance and memorable appearance - the feature of the performer until some time was the absence of front teeth. Some songs (for example, “The summer rains have died down”, “Do good”, “Cold moon” and “You do not believe in tears”) have become the objects of numerous parodies.

Personal life

Despite the initial data about the singer's homosexuality, which he called part of his image, in May 2010 Shura introduced his fiancee Liza to the public.

After the decline in popularity, Shura became a drug addict and fell ill with cancer. He went through chemotherapy, took medication for drug addiction.

Awards and prizes

Albums, singles

The first two albums were recorded in collaboration with composer Pavel Yesenin, who also performed on them as a backing vocalist.

- "Shura"
- "Shura-2"
- "Fairy Tale" (1 version exclusive single)
- Official collection + 2 songs: "Fairy Tale" (version 2 "Heaven is for us"); "Treasure Land"
- "Thank you second wind"
- News
- “Forbidden Love” (feat. Irina Berezhnaya) (original + remix single’s)
- "New day"
- "Heart beats" (single)
- "Prayer" (single) (feat. Svetlana Surganova)
- "Laughter and Tears" (single)
- "Dreams" (single)
- "Our Summer" (single)
- "Heart is beating"
- "Penguins" (single)

Video clips

- "Cold Moon"
- "You do not believe in tears" (concert)
- "Summer rains are noisy"
- "Do good"
- "Make a Move" (Unreleased)
- "Hello"
- "Forbidden Love" feat. Irina Berezhnaya
- « Balloons»
- "Heart is beating"
- "Prayer" feat. Surganova and Orchestra (Concert + Backstage)
- "Laughter and Tears"
- "Penguins"

Popular songs

The summer rains have faded
Don Don Don
Are You Ready
cold moon
Eternity
Zimushka winter
You don't believe in tears
Wounded powder
day outside the window
Story
Treasured land
do good
But autumn just came
Artist
Make a step
Please say hello
old artist
Cheeks
Peace and good (Do good 2)
Or or
New day
Balloons
heart beats
Laughter and tears
Our summer
Penguins

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Natasha considered.
“Ah Sonya, if you knew him the way I do!” He said ... He asked me about how I promised Bolkonsky. He was glad that it was up to me to refuse him.
Sonya sighed sadly.
“But you didn’t refuse Bolkonsky,” she said.
“Maybe I didn’t!” Maybe it's all over with Bolkonsky. Why do you think so badly of me?
“I don’t think anything, I just don’t understand it ...
- Wait, Sonya, you will understand everything. See what kind of person he is. Don't think bad things about me or him.
“I don’t think bad things about anyone: I love everyone and feel sorry for everyone. But what am I to do?
Sonya did not give up on the gentle tone with which Natasha addressed her. The softer and more searching Natasha's expression was, the more serious and stern was Sonya's face.
“Natasha,” she said, “you asked me not to talk to you, I didn’t, now you yourself started. Natasha, I don't believe him. Why this secret?
- Again, again! Natasha interrupted.
- Natasha, I'm afraid for you.
- What to be afraid of?
“I am afraid that you will ruin yourself,” Sonya said decisively, herself frightened by what she said.
Natasha's face again expressed anger.
“And I will destroy, I will destroy, I will destroy myself as soon as possible. None of your business. Not to you, but to me it will be bad. Leave, leave me. I hate you.
- Natasha! Sonya called out in fear.
- I hate it, I hate it! And you are my enemy forever!
Natasha ran out of the room.
Natasha did not speak to Sonya anymore and avoided her. With the same expression of agitated surprise and criminality, she paced the rooms, taking up first this and then another occupation and immediately abandoning them.
No matter how hard it was for Sonya, she kept her eyes on her friend.
On the eve of the day on which the count was supposed to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha had been sitting all morning at the living room window, as if waiting for something and that she had made some kind of sign to the passing military man, whom Sonya mistook for Anatole.
Sonya began to observe her friend even more attentively and noticed that Natasha was in a strange and unnatural state all the time of dinner and evening (she answered inappropriately to questions put to her, began and did not finish phrases, laughed at everything).
After tea, Sonya saw a timid maid waiting for her at Natasha's door. She let it through, and, eavesdropping at the door, learned that the letter had again been handed over. And suddenly it became clear to Sonya that Natasha had some kind of terrible plan for this evening. Sonya knocked on her door. Natasha didn't let her in.
“She will run away with him! Sonya thought. She is capable of anything. To-day there was something particularly pathetic and resolute in her face. She burst into tears, saying goodbye to her uncle, Sonya recalled. Yes, that's right, she runs with him - but what should I do? thought Sonya, now recalling those signs that clearly proved why Natasha had some kind of terrible intention. "There is no count. What should I do, write to Kuragin, demanding an explanation from him? But who tells him to answer? Write to Pierre, as Prince Andrei asked in case of an accident? ... But maybe, in fact, she had already refused Bolkonsky (she sent a letter to Princess Marya yesterday). There are no uncles!” It seemed terrible to Sonya to tell Marya Dmitrievna, who believed so much in Natasha. But one way or another, Sonya thought, standing in a dark corridor: now or never the time has come to prove that I remember the good deeds of their family and love Nicolas. No, I won’t sleep for at least three nights, but I won’t leave this corridor and won’t let her in by force, and won’t let shame fall on their family, ”she thought.

Anatole recent times moved to Dolokhov. The plan for the abduction of Rostova had already been thought out and prepared by Dolokhov for several days, and on the day when Sonya, having overheard Natasha at the door, decided to protect her, this plan was to be carried out. Natasha promised to go out to Kuragin on the back porch at ten o'clock in the evening. Kuragin was supposed to put her in a prepared troika and take her 60 miles from Moscow to the village of Kamenka, where a trimmed priest was prepared, who was supposed to marry them. In Kamenka, a set-up was ready, which was supposed to take them to the Varshavskaya road, and there they were supposed to ride abroad on postage.
Anatole had a passport, and a traveler's, and ten thousand money taken from his sister, and ten thousand borrowed through Dolokhov.
Two witnesses - Khvostikov, a former clerk, whom Dolokhov and Makarin used for playing, a retired hussar, good-natured and weak person, who had boundless love for Kuragin - sat in the first room for tea.
In Dolokhov's large office, decorated from wall to ceiling with Persian carpets, bearskins and weapons, Dolokhov sat in a traveling beshmet and boots in front of an open bureau, on which lay bills and wads of money. Anatole, in his unbuttoned uniform, walked from the room where the witnesses were sitting, through the study to the back room, where his French footman and others were packing the last things. Dolokhov counted money and wrote it down.
“Well,” he said, “Khvostikov should be given two thousand.
- Well, let me, - said Anatole.
- Makarka (that's what they called Makarina), this one disinterestedly for you through fire and into water. Well, the scores are over, - said Dolokhov, showing him a note. - So?
“Yes, of course, that’s how it is,” said Anatole, apparently not listening to Dolokhov and with a smile that did not leave his face, looking ahead of himself.
Dolokhov slammed the bureau shut and turned to Anatole with a mocking smile.
- And you know what - drop it all: there is still time! - he said.
- Fool! Anatole said. - Stop talking nonsense. If you only knew... The devil knows what it is!
“Damn right,” said Dolokhov. - I'm talking to you. Is this a joke you're up to?
- Well, again, teasing again? Went to hell! Huh?... – Anatole said with a frown. “The right is not up to your stupid jokes. And he left the room.
Dolokhov smiled contemptuously and condescendingly when Anatole left.
“Wait a minute,” he said after Anatole, “I’m not joking, I’m talking business, come, come here.
Anatole again entered the room and, trying to concentrate his attention, looked at Dolokhov, obviously involuntarily submitting to him.
- You listen to me, I'll tell you last time I say. What should I joke with you? Did I cross you? Who arranged everything for you, who found the priest, who took the passport, who got the money? All I.
- Well, thank you. Do you think I'm not grateful to you? Anatole sighed and hugged Dolokhov.
- I helped you, but still I have to tell you the truth: the matter is dangerous and, if you take it apart, stupid. Well, you'll take her away, okay. Will they leave it like that? It turns out that you are married. After all, you will be brought to criminal court ...
– Ah! stupidity, stupidity! - Anatole spoke again, grimacing. “Because I told you. BUT? - And Anatole, with that special predilection (which stupid people have) for the conclusion that they reach with their own mind, repeated the reasoning that he repeated a hundred times to Dolokhov. “After all, I explained to you, I decided: if this marriage is invalid,” he said, bending his finger, “then I do not answer; Well, if it's real, it doesn't matter: no one abroad will know this, right? And don't talk, don't talk, don't talk!