Larisa Rubalskaya. “Better than it was, but worse than expected”

Years go by, years go by
The jaw is inserted, it is difficult to breathe.
I'll look in the mirror, one twist,
Wrinkled neck, wrinkled face.

I will buy shoes, a copy in the magazine,
Can't wear, flat feet
I can't see in the distance, close as armless,
Not farsighted, not nearsighted.

Like, even in old age there is power for love.
But I'll tell you, it wasn't there!
I want to flirt with eyes on the floor,
And I climb into my purse, where is the validol.

I want to throw myself into the arms of a man
Yes, the glasses on the bridge of the nose interfere.
And the memory has become low quality -
Why she went to him, I completely forgot.

One consolation with me everywhere.
I'm worse than I was, but better than I will be!

Don't ask me about my age
It did not coincide with the state of the Soul.
Do not embellish me with compliments,
Don't rush to sum it up...

I have not yet met all the dawns,
And not all the sunsets found.
I didn't answer the main questions.
How did you live and be happy?

Don't ask me about my age...
In the past, leaving all your mirages,
I pushed off the shore of yesterday,
To whirl in a whirlwind of a waltz.

I still fly to the stars in my dreams,
I believe in the sincerity of friends.
And I hope it's not too late
I trust your love.

Maybe I'm not smart, maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you don't understand me at all...
I live like flowers, I breathe like grass
I sound in an endless jubilant note.

Open the petals, inhale the warm air,
Let every ray of sunshine directly into the soul,
As an unthinkable gift to accept a new day ...
Just live... I don't know what could be better.

I'm lucky I'm not one of those
Who cannot bear the joy of others,
Who can not bear the success of others,
Who only asks God for happiness.

I don't need yachts or houses
No gold, no fur coats, no diamonds.
What I want - I will achieve everything myself,
How much strength, mind, talent is enough.

I do not envy any bright beauty
(Happiness is not in this - a well-known postulate),
No glory, no bohemian fuss.
I am satisfied with my fate and place.

And yet I lie to myself
This feeling is familiar to me:
I envy one woman
That every day you meet at home ...

I don't want to get old, I don't want to!
They say I look great...
I'm still on my shoulder
That not every young woman can stand it!

I can think of this
That others just ... envy me!
Youth faded in eternal debt -
What did I see in her, besides modesty?

In addition to complexes - to put on??
Well, what kind of dresses did we have ...
I do not want and will not grow old!
So I marked myself in fate!

I'll look at myself - good!
Three wrinkles - just think, difficulties!
Young voice, beauty-soul,
Well, in the mirror ... eternal nonsense!

Granddaughter - Honey is walking nearby ...
Strangers think - mom - me!
... The course of time is inevitable!
I won't get old! I'm stubborn!

DON'T ASK ME ABOUT AGE...

IN THE PAST ALL THEIR LEAVING MIRAGES,

I PUSHED FROM THE SHORE OF YESTERDAY,

TO SPIN IN THE WALTZ VORTEX...

I AM STILL IN DREAMS FLYING TO THE STARS.

I BELIEVE IN THE SINCERE OF FRIENDS.

AND I HOPE IT'S NOT LATE

I LOVE TO TRUST YOURS.

Cloudy, under the gusts of wind, the leaves from the trees fall. Sometimes it rains light and tedious. It's dank and cold outside. Where is that beautiful autumn mood that golden autumn gives us? But that time of autumn has already passed. And now I really want this slush to pass faster and snow to fall.

I don't want to go outside. How nice, having redone all the household chores, hide in the corner on the couch, enjoying the warmth of the home. I don't want to watch TV. What for? It's all negative! I wanted to read something sincere, about us women.

And so I opened poems by Larisa Rubalskaya and enjoyed reading them. How simply our human weaknesses are described and how we can overcome them with dignity. Her poems are about love, loyalty, honesty and life.

Larisa Rubalskaya is the most amazing person for me. When I see her on the TV screen, I admire her simplicity and openness, with what ease she reads her poems, as if she were telling something ordinary from her life.

She is not only an excellent writer, songwriter, translator from Japanese. She is the author of over 600 popular songs, many of them are hits. You all know such songs: "Transit Passenger", "Hijacker" performed by Irina Allegrova, "Sleep well, country", "Daughter" performed by Alla Pugacheva, "Strange Woman" performed by Mikhail Muromov, "Morozov" and "Insomnia" performed by Tatyana Ovsienko, "Light in your window" performed by Alsou.

Her songs are performed by Joseph Kabzon, Alexander Buinov, Nikolai Baskov, Valery Leontiev, Vyacheslav Dobrynin and many others.

Let's read her poems together.

Years go by, years go by
The jaw is inserted, it is difficult to breathe.
I'll look in the mirror, one twist,
Wrinkled neck, wrinkled face.
I'll buy shoes, a copy in the magazine,
Can't wear, flat feet
I can't see in the distance, close as armless,
Not farsighted, not nearsighted.
And the hearing got a little lower
Send away, go closer.
Pushkin sang to us very up.pn0:
Love for all ages,
Like, even in old age there is power for love.
But I'll tell you, it wasn't there!
I want to flirt with eyes on the floor,
And I climb into my purse, where is the validol.
I want to throw myself into the arms of a man
Yes, the glasses on the bridge of the nose interfere.
And the memory has become low quality -
Why she went to him, I completely forgot.
One consolation with me everywhere.
I'm worse than I was, but better than I will be!

I dreamed of a gentle man

He's not tall, and his eyes are like saucers.

And during the night he got used to me so much,

that I couldn't wake up in the morning.

He didn't let me go all night.

hugged to pimples on the skin.

Well, no one caressed me like that

Not before the man, not after too.

He was such a sweet man

I was so sweet with him all night.

He disappeared the same way he appeared.

And what's the name, I forgot to ask.

I whispered to him:

Go away, And she herself was afraid that I would cry.

And remained on my chest The imprint of his hot lips.

It was a dream, that's all

But since then, I have not had a soul in it.

Suddenly in a dream you will meet him,

Tell me I miss him

I tell them, be patient, girls.

What is, but still husbands.

And in a brand new dress, with trim,

I will go home alone.

And at the subway I will buy from my aunt

Three branches in mimosa beads.

Bury my face in a bunch of yellow

So that no one sees the tears.

They tell me - with your appearance

Well, what is it like in thirty years?

And whirlwinds of tenderness circle in the heart,

Like May apple trees white color.

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I am so different, sometimes capricious, sometimes beautiful,

now the ugly monster, then the beauty - Miss Universe,

sometimes complaisant, sometimes with character,

then I am silent, then I swear obscenely,

then to the burning huts on a horse,

I desperately need help

I'll slam the door - I'll put all the dots,

then I caress with a fluffy lump,

I love and then I hate

sometimes I'm afraid of heights, but I go out on the roof for a walk on a dark night,

then a wife, then an exemplary daughter,

I laugh, then I sob like a beluga, then I put up, then I swear with my girlfriend.

I'm not sick, not in the psyche of the crack:

I'm just a 100% Woman!

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What happiness to be with you in discord,

From all grievances take a vacation of two days,

A free bird in the blue

Soar, forgetting hurtful words.

What happiness, without looking at the clock,

In a cafe with a girlfriend, drink coffee, chat,

And do not waste emotions on you,

And don't even remember you.

What happiness smear a little lipstick

And on the corner to buy flowers.

Jealous, Othello! Serves you right!

You made all this for yourself!

What happiness to sit in a late trolleybus

And quietly float down the street at night,

And outside the window to see the stars in the sky,

And suddenly understand how bad it is to be alone.

What happiness is late to return, to see the light,

Know that there is someone at home.

And you will go out and say:

Stop getting angry! I'm so tired! Give me something to eat!

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Maybe someone reading these poems by Larisa Rubalskaya love her creativity. And he will take a volume of her poems, or simply find her poems on the Internet and read them with pleasure.

THE BEST SONGS ABOUT LOVE ON THE VERES OF LARISA RUBALSKAYA.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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= The best love songs on verses by Larisa Rubalskaya =


On September 24, the poetess turns 68 years old. She has written more than 600 songs for the stars of Russian show business. We remember those who have become real hits.

Maybe not everyone knows Larisa Rubalskaya in our country (although it is doubtful), but everyone has heard her poems or lines from them at least once in their lives. What feast is complete without “splash witchcraft into the crystal darkness of a glass”, if the girlfriends are discussing love affairs, then here the work of Larisa Alekseevna is a real pantry of stormy feelings and experiences, and the most famous artists perform songs based on her poems. She is the author of over 600 poems that have become famous and popular songs.

My daughter

This wonderful composition performed by Alla Pugacheva touches to the core. In 2000, she performed it at the Slavianski Bazaar in Vitebsk, after which Alla Borisovna performed it more than once at her concerts and benefit performances together with her daughter Kristina Orbakaite.

You have no reason to be sad
Don't look in the mirror so often
Freeze in the wake of you men
If you don't believe me look back


Like you know something
What I don't know

Look at your palms
It’s clear, don’t call fortunetellers
This angel is not a stranger to us
Draw a line of love there
And you again sigh sadness in the eyes melting
What a funny girl you are
Like you know something
What I don't know
How young are you my daughter
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You and I will leave this summer
To the city where the magnolias bloom
I will reveal all my secrets
Just don't forget them
And you again sigh sadness in the eyes melting
What a funny girl you are
Like you know something
What I don't know
How young are you my daughter
And you again sigh sadness in the eyes melting
What a funny girl you are
Like you know something
What I don't know
What a young
You are still my daughter
What a young
You are still my daughter
What a young
You are still my daughter.

hijacker

daring song Irina Allegrova immediately became a hit, the song was played at discos, for many years it was mandatory in the singer's performances. And today, she almost always includes her in the program, so much she fell in love with the audience.

If they ask me: Where did you get
Am I such a sweet boy?
I will answer that I stole
Like someone else's car I'm a nine

Stole in front of everyone
So open that everyone was stunned
No matter what you mean
Won't return you to the former owner

I've been waiting for you, so waiting

stole you, stole you
Well, what is criminal

Hey, hijacker, I hear you following
You have no shame, no conscience
But I'm running a red light
At incredible speed

And let others slow down
And they don't try to bring you back
Won't be coming back
Who ever rides with me

I've been waiting for you, so waiting
You were my crystal dream
stole you, stole you

I've been waiting for you, so waiting
You were my crystal dream
stole you, stole you
Well, what is criminal here.

lilies

The romantic song also did not remain without popularity, and became a hallmark Alexandra Aivazova.

A few years after the release of the song, the registry offices noted a boom in this rare and beautiful female name.

The sad sky is crying with rain
Frozen lilies in the pond
In our deserted dacha village
I will come in late autumn
Where the years of childhood floated
Where I loved my neighbor Lilia


Picked three white lilies and picked three lilies
And I'm in the window Lily Lily
Throwing lilies in the evening
threw three lilies

I know time heals wounds
New love is coming
But I remember strangely
I am that girl again and again
As if wings are growing
When I hear the name Lily

And I'm in the pond for Lily Lily Lily

And I'm in the window Lily Lily
Throwing lilies in the evening
threw three lilies

And I'm in the pond for Lily Lily Lily
Picked three white lilies Picked three lilies
And I'm in the window Lily Lily
Throwing lilies in the evening
Threw three lilies.

Wasted words

This song is based on one of Rubalskaya's most famous poems.

Alexander Malinin almost always includes it in his cycles of old and modern romances. Deep and sensual performance painted the words in new tones, gave the lines a different sound. Under this song, Malinin always accompanies himself on the guitar.

Pour sorcery into the crystal darkness of the glass,
Mirrors flicker in melted candles...
In vain words I will exhale,
The hearth has already gone out, ash is glowing in it.

Chorus:
Vain words are a vignette of a false essence.


At your porch, the bell will not flinch,
My hurried step will not confuse the traces.
Don't let me understand the first moment of the end
The fate of vain words is not in a hurry to decide.

Come up with a story about tenderness and summer,
Where is the crumpled grass and the smell of cornflowers...
Scattered dragees will roll into centuries,
Wasted words, wasted love.

Chorus:
Vain words are a vignette of a false essence.
Vain words, easy to say.
Vain words: you don’t blame me,
Vain words, I'll burn out soon.

I'm to blame, I'm to blame

This song Philip Kirkorov performed early in his career. The clip became very popular. Here the singer is young and mischievous, somewhat reminiscent of Michael Jackson. The words of the song were later played up more than once in the light of his relationship with Alla Borisovna.

I'm walking on a razor's edge
I'm losing in battles
And you all swing right.
Darling, you are wrong!
And you say - so be it,
I'm glad for my failures.
Why such words?
Darling, you are wrong!

I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.
You change your strict look
For other activities.
In the sea of ​​life I am a frigate,
Distressed.
I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.

Acacias turn yellow in summer
You should hurry with the answer,
And then the rumor will quarrel us.
Darling, you are wrong.
Estimate, is it sweeter without me?
And don't you cry more often?
Why are you cutting wood?
Darling, you are wrong.

I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.
You change your strict look
For other activities.
In the sea of ​​life I am a frigate,
Distressed.
I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.

Champagne will shoot foam.
Forget resentment and betrayal.
Let the head go around.
Darling, you are wrong.
Under the rustle of the creeping night
You want tenderness again
And the night owl hoots -
Darling, you are wrong.

I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.
You change your strict look
For other activities.
In the sea of ​​life I am a frigate,
Distressed.
I'm guilty, I'm guilty
No trial or investigation.

Light in your window

This is one of the romantic compositions with which the young and lovely Alsu.

The song was written specifically for her, and immediately brought popularity to her performer. Alsu still loves her very much and constantly performs at concerts.

The nights linger behind the haste of days
Voices and steps are not heard
Falls asleep our house without lights
We are not friends, not enemies
The yard does not disturb us with sounds
Only the wind passed through the bushes
We will forget the night talk
We put everything in its place

Light in your window
How I need him

Light in your window
Like the sea to a ship
Light in your window
Sun beam on snow
Light in your window
I love you so much

The cold is getting stronger and stronger
Warm days so short flight
Freezes our house without lights
You and I are not fire and not ice
I will come to the touch in the dark
Where hope has confused the light
The wrong windows light up
And in yours the light is not in a hurry

Light in your window
How I need him
Light in your window
Like the sea to a ship
Light in your window
Sun beam on snow
Light in your window
I love you so much

My ship has gone astray
Lost, obedient wave
Beacon you light my way
Light lit in a favorite window

Light in your window
How I need him
Light in your window
Like the sea to a ship
Light in your window
Sun beam on snow
Light in your window
I love you so much.

Strange woman

A song full of love and tenderness, Mikhail Muromov sang on "Song-90" at the very peak of his popularity.

She immediately became one of the most beloved in the artist's work, perhaps only "Apples in the Snow" were more popular. Unfortunately, the talented and promising Muromov could not withstand the flurry of love that fell upon him, when millions of Soviet women dreamed of him, he began to drink often, and disappeared from the stage.

A handful of yellow lights thrown into the night by someone
I am your night guest, your uninvited guest

Why is your look so sad in the voice of the crack
A strange woman is talking about you

strange woman strange
Similar to a wounded bird


Who will I become for you in life
Who will I become for you in life
strange woman strange

I don't ask for forgiveness
You will remain silent in response
I don't want to visit and leave at dawn
In sad eyes I catch rare joys
I've been loving all your weirdness for so long

strange woman strange
Similar to a wounded bird
Sad wings that folded the joy of flight, forgetting
Who will I become for you in life
Who will I become for you in life
strange woman strange

strange woman strange
Similar to a wounded bird
Sad wings that folded the joy of flight, forgetting
Who will I become for you in life
What will I become for you in life.

02.11.2018 Works completed in one park, completed in another

The Comfortable Urban Environment program for this year has been completed. Territories for improvement, projects Institute for the Development of the Urban Environment (IRGS). The site visited all sites to find out what has been done, and most importantly, whether the expectations of the townspeople coincided with reality.

Square in the center of Sormovo (Sormovsky district)

Project:

The green areas of the square will receive a new layout with recreation areas with benches, lanterns and trash cans, a place for bicycle parking will be allocated, and a green fence will be planted along the road to prevent unauthorized crossing of the roadway. A central platform will appear, which will house the symbolic center of the district with pointers to the most significant historical sites in the district. Paving will be updated on the main transit square, a city clock will be installed, and a monument to the nickel will be preserved.

Work in the center of Soromov is still far from being completed, but the appearance of the site is already emerging. A few days ago, there was an "obstacle course" here, which was also unlit. Previously, there were steps in the middle, now the platform has been leveled.

This is good, otherwise skaters and cyclists practiced tricks on the steps - it is not safe for passers-by, - says Ekaterina. - Only I did not understand why there are spotlights in the tiles, they do not provide additional lighting. I accidentally stepped on one - it went down. It's probably going to be broken soon.


While it is difficult to say whether it is good. Will be ready - we'll see. But somehow it became more cheerful, - Irina Nikolaevna noticed.


It will be good, free, spacious, beautiful. Maybe there will be some kind of greenery, ”Ludmila Germanovna dreamed. - What about inconvenience? For the sake of the good future, anything can be endured.


Square them. Grabina (Moskovsky district)

Project:

The network of footpaths will be optimized for traffic. There will be a sports ground and a skate park in front of the school. The area in front of the shopping center can be used for public events, fairs, New Year celebrations. There will be a playground near the hospital. A new site will also appear, which will receive a symbolic meaning - a memorial sign to the deceased pilot.

So far, out of everything declared, there are only footpaths, and those are not finished, but a memorial sign. The rest didn't even get started. The representative of the supervisory authority we met (did not name himself) said that the contractor was not on time. However, it is visible to the naked eye.


I really like it compared to what it was. They made good paths, lights, it’s even nice to walk. There used to be water on the sidewalks, but now they have been raised. When everything is done, of course, it will be even better, - Galina Valentinovna suggested.


I like it, but how much money was written off for this? Everything was here, the old was thrown into a landfill, and the new is decent money. I think that it was good here, and this is money laundering, - Alexander cut off.


While they restore what they destroyed. The fact that the tracks have been raised is nice to see. But nothing else has been done so far. Sites should be - they are not. The tracks are not finished. There is nothing to talk about yet. Such things need to be done not at the end of autumn, ”complained Vasily.


Square on Grigorieva street (Kanavinsky district)

Project:

The square will receive an updated look with new paving, benches, trash cans and lanterns, ramps will appear on the stairs. Rest areas with benches will be placed in the park, and a gazebo will also appear. In the courtyard of a residential building around a flower bed equipped with a parapet bench, there will be playgrounds: a sports box, a workout, a sandbox and a children's playground with playground equipment.

This is the only fully completed site. Correspondents of the site caught the moment when the workers were dismantling the sheds, and the customer's representatives estimated the amount of work. There are minor shortcomings, they said, but they will certainly be eliminated. Everything looks very elegant.


Everything here was destroyed. Stairs were without descent, ladies with carriages in the winter simply fell. The square has never been cleaned, - said our colleague, a local resident Tatyana Nerovnya. - Alcoholics have always been here. I don’t know, probably, they will sit, but comfortably - among the lanterns and the landscaped area. I don’t know how long all this has been done, but I want to believe that it will live for more than one year. Compared to other venues in the city, this one looks very decent.


Previously, we had to go to the playground in the Jules Verne residential complex, but now we have our own here. We like it, - shared the young mother Svetlana.

We used to play here before, but there was only one small swing, and now we really like it, - little Fatima and Latifa rejoiced.


We did everything according to the project. Usually children's areas are made on sand, - the general contractor Usik Petrosyan answered our question about the coverage. What is the sand for? Children fall. To avoid injury, for safety reasons.


Park "Dubki" (Leninsky district)

Project:

New conditions will be created for walking and transit through the park - the paving of the main directions of the path network, the area near the monument to M. Gorky have been updated, a padded path for Nordic walking, running and skiing in the winter season has been laid along the park perimeter.

For the convenience of spending time in the park, small architectural forms will be installed - benches, urns, as well as new lighting, allowing the park to be used in the evening.

For children, a new playground will be created, which has zones with playground equipment for different age groups.

Partial clearing of green areas from emergency trees and overgrowth will be carried out, while all valuable and healthy trees will be preserved.

At first glance, almost everything planned has been completed. A network of good, quality tracks. There are a lot of kids in the play area. But the disappointment of parents is the greater, the older their children are.


It's not fully equipped yet, but it's already good. I still have a very small child, I can’t appreciate all the charms, - says Tatyana, mother with a stroller. - Here everything was abandoned, there were few people, only passing by. And now there are many children here. It was so noisy in summer! I come here for a walk from afar, we walk here for 25 minutes.


There is a cluster of parents with older children near the “cheesecake” swing, and several swings at a distance are empty, they are uncomfortable.


Better than it was, but worse than expected. We don't like those swings. It is not at all clear on them how to swing. And there is always a line. We really like it, but, unfortunately, it is very often busy, - Papa Alexander complained.


Nearby, two slides were erected on a man-made hill. Parents say that it was sown with grass in the cold, but all the pigeons pecked. How to climb it is not clear, even now it is slippery, and steps are not provided.

Yesterday there was ice. The mother fell alone with the child. And when does it snow? She needs to get in there and put the baby in. She leans over - and there is a log. She will hit her teeth, she will be left without teeth. So what is this pornography? I can’t call it another way, - grandmother Nina Alekseevna is indignant.


The stuffed path is good, but inside its perimeter is a swamp. Dirt and sand from playgrounds already cover it with a decent layer.

I liked the path itself, we rode here on a scooter, - Valentina's mother praised. - The path would be across to make. If a small child stops on the other side, I will not run quickly or I have to go through the mud. Water is always standing here, now it is ice.


Kids bake sand cakes. The material is taken right from under the feet - there is no traditional sandbox. Yes, this one is on the way. There are swings for the little ones nearby. "Pampers" - their parents call them.


Not very comfortable. You plant a child in the clothes, and then you can’t pull him out. I think summer will be very good. And now, when they are all wrapped up and in big shoes, so-so, - says Taisiya's mother.


Parents are perplexed why it was necessary to destroy the old children's towns. They could at least be moved somewhere - there are a lot of free places in Dubki.


Square on Prygunova street (Avtozavodsky district)

Project:

The first stage includes two parts - the main square and the square "Ant" - interconnected by a combined passage with pedestrian priority. Four children's playgrounds will be created with a variety of playground equipment for children of different ages, with shady awnings for parents. A multifunctional sports area will be organized on the open area with tennis tables, a basketball field, a combined volleyball and mini-football field. In the shade of the trees, there will be a compact amphitheater, where it is convenient to watch the players. There will also be a workout area, a quiet recreation area with city swings for adults, with flower beds and benches.

Square "Ant" is a small cozy space surrounded by trees and shrubs. This part of the square is adjacent to the children's library. V.V. Bianchi, therefore, it was decided to place a thematic playground for children's recreation with the Ant art object, as well as a deck-stage with soundboards, on which it is convenient to hold children's educational lectures, games and holidays. Additionally, sidewalks along existing buildings are taken into account in the project. The territory has a fence in the form of anti-parking posts, a parking area is allocated.

The territory of the square has an almost finished look. Previously, there was a wasteland here, so the surrounding residents are very pleased with the transformations.


Dogs used to be walked here. Now at least people are walking, - Anatoly recalled. - We waited forty years, so we waited.


I think it will be very pleasant to walk here in winter. Paths have appeared, they will be cleaned, probably, the lighting has been done, ”Julia noted. - Of course, the ideal option would be to continue to the park, but how will it work out.


Moms look at organized playgrounds in terms of safety, so they have some complaints. By the way, we were also surprised by the gravel surface on the playground for the kids.


The playground for children is bigger - very dangerous because there are no stairs. Children cry because they can't get up, then cry because they can't get down. There is no fence in the middle, a child, and of any age, can fall. A very dangerous projectile, you need to make a ladder and pull some kind of net, - says Natalya. - Shells are very close to each other on the playground. A child cannot be left for two seconds, because he will simply be knocked down. And so, in general, everything is fine.


Shchelokovsky farm (Sovetsky and Prioksky districts)

Project:

On the beach of the Third Lake, sandy areas will expand, decks and exits to the water, dressing room pavilions, children's play equipment and sun loungers will appear. On the First Lake, a children's playground and a children's beach are being equipped. Along the shores of the lakes, walking routes will be created from wooden flooring, gravel paths and concrete grating.

Our path began with cellular paths, which caused so many questions from Nizhny Novgorod residents. Let's face it: walking on them is a dubious pleasure. The gravel that filled the cells flew out, and you have to walk over small pebbles ..


The wooden walkways are well done. And where concrete cellular, especially for women, it is uncomfortable: the heels fail. They need to be equalized, - Evgeny Mikhailovich shared his impressions. - But they also laid boards, but in the winter they will ski, they will pull with sticks. So I don't know how durable it is. Now everything is fine, fine.


Much better, we liked it. The fact that they laid it with a tree is generally gorgeous, ”said two cyclists - Dmitry and his son, refuting the opinion that it would become inconvenient to move around Click on two wheels.


There are few places to sunbathe. People come to swim and sunbathe, and there are fewer places for the beach. But the idea is very good. If the reeds are cut down and covered with sand, there will be an additional place. I hope that shish kebabs will be banned, - Sergey suggested. - I'm afraid they'll do it and rent it out to some entrepreneur. And he will put the cash desk and make the entrance paid. How many lakes did we have for fishing? And now 10% is unlikely to be found where you can go fishing for free. Additional services - catamarans, boats - I don't mind.


Fucked up, I think. There was a forest zone here, but what did they do? They planted flowers, bushes - why is this in the forest? - Valery spoke out sharply negatively. Judging by the fishing rod in his hands, he came to go fishing. - Why this wooden flooring? There was a good approach to the lake. The shore was green, and now it was covered with sand. If there is a beach, then where will people go to swim - in the reeds and in the mud? It would be better if the lakes were cleaned. Tracks would have done - and all.


Square them. 1905 (Nizhny Novgorod region)

Project:

The historical layout of the square will be restored in accordance with modern needs - three central alleys will pass through the square through and through. There will be places for rest - benches along the transit routes and on the central platform around the monument. The updated paving will be made of red and gray granite.

Information steles will also be placed on the territory, acquainting passers-by with the history of the place. A plate with information about the prison will be placed near the wall of the prison.

In the future, the restoration of the central monument and the development of a new program function for the cultural heritage site - the Nizhny Novgorod prison, now excluded from the life of the city, should become important components of the complex reboot of the territory.

The reconstruction of the square on Svoboda Square was accompanied by a series of scandals, starting with the cutting down of a large number of trees and ending with a complete rejection of granite stelae, which reminded the townspeople of tombstones. As a result, a picture of complete destruction appeared before us.


Nothing can be changed, the alteration has begun. I think it's all taken too long. Snow can fall unexpectedly, and what they will have here is unknown, - Lyubov Konstantinovna is perplexed. - The flow of people is very large, the permeability is high. It's very inconvenient to get around. And now it is not slippery yet, and then it will be even more uncomfortable.


First, I don't know what will happen here. There is no plan anywhere. What they are doing, no one knows and no one understands, - Nikolai expressed the feelings, probably, of the majority of the townspeople. - Just talking like that is shaking the air.


There was no point in doing it. All my childhood passed here, we walked in this square, everything was somehow natural. This is exactly the square in front of the theater, and it should be like that, - Alla Viktorovna shared her impressions. - It was clean, well-groomed, only there were no benches. And now everything is spoiled, just spoiled. Trees are the most pitiful.


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From time to time, like any modern city person, I go to theaters and concerts. Some performances and artists disappoint, and some cause sincere admiration and a desire to live. Today I will talk about concerts. So, I went to concerts of Mikhail Zadornov more than once and I will go again, because after his concerts I feel an uplift in my soul and there is a feeling that life around is beautiful, amazing and full of discoveries. But I will never go to Vinokur or Sparrow again and I do not advise you. Honestly, I was embarrassed for them. And it seems not convenient to leave, but it’s somehow awkward to look at what they are doing on stage.

But today we are not talking about them. Recently I was at a concert or creative evening of Larisa Rubalskaya. What a pleasure I had! Just beyond words. Larisa is a very bright and kind person, with an inexhaustible sense of humor. And Larisa generously shares all these wonderful qualities with her viewers and listeners, among whom I was lucky to be. If you have the opportunity to go to her concert, be sure to go, you won't regret it!

To convey at least a little bit the mood and impression of the concert, I offer you a few of her poems.

I dreamed of a gentle man -
He's not tall, and his eyes are like saucers.
And during the night he got used to me so much,
that I couldn't wake up in the morning.

He didn't let me go all night.
hugged to pimples on the skin.
Well, no one caressed me like that
Not before the man, not after too.

He was such a sweet man
I had such a sweet time with him that night.
And he disappeared just as he appeared,
What's the name, I forgot to ask.

I whispered to him: - Go away,
And I was afraid that I would cry.
And stayed on my chest
The imprint of his hot lips.

It was a dream, that's all
But since then, I have not had a soul in it.
Suddenly in a dream you will meet him,
Tell me - I miss him ....

Larisa Rubalskaya

Years go by, years go by
The jaw is inserted, it is difficult to breathe.
I'll look in the mirror, one twist,
Wrinkled neck, wrinkled face.

I will buy shoes, a copy in the magazine,
Can't wear, flat feet
I can't see in the distance, close as armless,
Not farsighted, not nearsighted.

Like, even in old age there is power for love.
But I'll tell you, it wasn't there!
I want to flirt with eyes on the floor,
And I climb into my purse, where is the validol.

I want to throw myself into the arms of a man
Yes, the glasses on the bridge of the nose interfere.
And the memory has become low quality -
Why she went to him, I completely forgot.

One consolation with me everywhere.
I'm worse than I was, but better than I will be!

Larisa Rubalskaya.

Did you like the verses? I liked it very much!

(Larisa Rubalskaya).
Years go by, years go by
The jaw is inserted, it is difficult to breathe.

I look in the mirror - one twist,
Wrinkled neck, wrinkled face.

I will buy shoes, a copy in the magazine,
I can not wear - flat feet,

I can't see in the distance, close as armless,
Not farsighted, not nearsighted.

Pushkin sang to us very stubbornly:
Love for all ages,

Like, even in old age there is power for love.
But I'll tell you, it wasn't there!

I want to flirt with eyes on the floor,
And I climb into my purse, where is the validol.

I want to throw myself into the arms of a man
Yes, the glasses on the bridge of the nose interfere.

And the memory has become low quality -
Why she went to him, I completely forgot.

One consolation with me everywhere:
I'm worse than I was, but better than I will be!

(Grandpa Keith answers):
She gets out always and everywhere:
"I'm worse than I was, but better than I will be."

As you imagine, you immediately believe ...
Why represent? Let it spin for now.

The false jaw so cleverly hides,
That the husband does not even suspect.

Creases on the neck - chest continuation,
The one in the pants causes movement.

Where are those wrinkles?! - Can you hide it?
That husband a penny? - He won't cry.

And you don’t feel sorry for the shoes ... like me.
My paws to you, Larisa Rubalskaya.

Our eyes are wonderful and flawless!
Hands are short ... - so not monkeys.

And good hearing. We hear everything at once.
We just don't order anymore.

Pushkin, of course, is not suitable for everyone.
Precisely for those who have not passed thirty-seven.

Although the great man was right about love:
Love is God, not faceless sex.

With love over the years we only get richer ...
Of course, as best we can ... well, as best we can.

Let's discard the glasses, giving free rein to the eyes,
To see the beloved as an image.

The memory of the senile I will not call miserable.
I watch an old movie, but it's like new.

Until the last day, the advice is simple:
The glass is half full, not half empty.

(10.12.2012)

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ValentinaLitvinova replied to IrinaFedulova
Years go by ... years move on the site in Odnoklassniki were published as poems written by Larisa Rubalskaya. Therefore, she explained. I
was at the creative evening of Larisa Rubalskaya on October 24 asked
about this poem, which was published on the site, as well as on
Lentev Odnoklassniki. She told me that many people ask me about
this. No, I did not write such a poem. In the group Favorite Poems of Larisa Rubalskaya, there are a lot of her poems and videos of her creative concerts both here and even in Germany. Please take a look. ©

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