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Lydia Kozlova: “Tanich was entrusted with the maiden honor of young Pugacheva. Tanich Mikhail Isaevich: biography How old is Lydia Kozlova Tanich

Lydia Kozlova became famous after the hit “Iceberg” performed by the Russian pop diva. In addition, Lydia is known as the wife of the poet Mikhail Tanich.

Youth

Lydia was born in 1937 in Moscow. Unfortunately, Lydia’s childhood years included war years. After graduating from school, the girl went to study to become a builder at a technical school. After graduation, she went to Saratov.

It was in Saratov that the girl and met my husband Misha. A few years later, the couple moved a little closer to the capital.

Literature

Lydia revealed creative potential next to my beloved husband. Even as a child, she learned to play many musical instruments and composed poetry. After the girl met Mikhail, her hobby grew into a professional activity. Lydia's first music was written to Mikhail's poems. At that time she was a very young 18-year-old girl.

Love story

Lydia has long been infatuated writing poetry. She had a lot of ideas. She was touched by the stories of the wounded and those returning from the front. Most of them, without an arm or a leg, did not want to become a burden for their family, so they did not return. It is for such citizens, real defenders of our Motherland, that special houses were created. Lydia wrote one of her works about such a shelter.

After this, a protracted pause begins in the girl’s creative life. And a few years later, Lydia woke up with the thought that she had a great desire to write. She also said that her husband served as a kind of impetus.

Very soon compositions appeared that were performed by such famous artists like Lyudmila Gurchenko, Edita Piekha, Alla Pugacheva, Philip Kirkorov, Laima Vaikule and many others. Performers lined up for her songs, because each one became a real hit of that time. It was thanks to the song “Iceberg” that Lydia became famous. Over time, the woman begins to write songs in collaboration with other composers. Among them are Igor Nikolaev and David Tukhmanov.

After the death of her husband, the woman did not allow his brainchild called “Lesopoval” to disappear. Lydia became producer of the group instead of her husband. The team began recording new albums. After the death of Mikhail, Lydia was admitted to the Writers' Union of the Russian Federation. But, despite her successes, the woman believes that compared to her husband’s talent, she is just a schoolgirl who has just mastered spelling.

Lydia still writes poetry and produces. In addition, the poetess is analyzing all the poems written by Mikhail, the woman is confident that she will be able to make more than one hit from them.

Personal life

Lydia admitted that Mikhail was hers only love and the most dear person. After his death, the woman continues to live alone. The couple lived together for more than 50 years. Not everyone knows that for the first years Lydia and Mikhail lived in real poverty. They have come a long way to fame and at the same time have not lost their warm feeling for each other. Dying, Mikhail admitted that he was never able to express all his love for Lydia.

Lydia was a real muse for him. She always supported him in difficult times and forced him to achieve his goal at any cost. The woman managed to realize herself as an author and at the same time always remain in the shadow of Mikhail’s work.

Kozlova admitted that she was very happy in her marriage. She also said that she dreamed of Mikhail even before they met. And after the meeting, she immediately remembered that young man. Lydia gave birth two daughters. None of them followed in the footsteps of their parents, because Mikhail did not want such a fate for them. Lydia already has grandchildren and even one great-granddaughter.

Lydia admitted that Mikhail generously showered her with compliments and admired her. And even twenty years later he admitted that she the most beautiful woman on the planet. Lilia admitted in one of her interviews that she learned to love her husband for who he is and came to terms with all his shortcomings.

Liliya Kozlova is not shy about declaring to the whole world that she is happy. Lydia never envied other people's happiness, but was simply glad of what she had in life. Kozlova is a very wise woman and never complained about her life. She had long come to terms with the fact that her husband was a great man. There is much controversy regarding Lydia's nationality. The famous poetess is Russian.

How does the famous poetess live now? In 2017, Lydia took part in the TV project “Three Chords”, where she acted as a judge. The essence of the competition was that the contestants presented their vision of a popular musical composition, and the jury evaluated them. This spring, a new season of the television project was released, to which Lydia was again invited.

THE REMARKABLE RUSSIAN POETESS LIDIA NIKOLAEVNA KOZLOVA NOT SO LONG TURNED 75 YEARS OLD. She is the widow of the famous Russian songwriter Mikhail Tanich, who left us 5 years ago. Despite her age, she looks young and energetic, optimistic and full of strength and creative plans. Lidia Nikolaevna told us about what this man was like, about his work and about the last years of his life.

First acquaintance with God

- Lidia Nikolaevna, tell us about your first meeting with God...

I was born at the end of 1937, when people didn’t even mention God. During the war we were evacuated to the Volga and settled in the houses of Volga Germans exiled to Siberia. One day I climbed into the attic and found a tattered book with a Gothic font. There were drawings telling how God flies up to heaven.

- Image of the Ascension?

Yes, somehow I realized that this was something sacred. I hid it, it was my secret. And I looked at it before school. And now we have to go to school. The war is already over. To school we had to walk 2 km, through the entire village, and there was a church. Now I understand that it was probably a Lutheran church. Of course, it doesn't work. I look in there, and there’s a terrible, disgusting smell. People used it as a toilet! It was impossible to enter there, but I still held my nose and went in. Suddenly I saw an image of a man taking off in flowing clothes and realized that this was what was in the book. And I stand, holding my nose, looking at the faces written on the walls. A marble staircase leads to the place from where the priest apparently read prayers. And, having no concept of God, I somehow imagined it all - how it was. I sometimes went there on the way from school, and it was also my secret. Somehow my soul felt how high and holy this was. This was my first acquaintance with God.

How Tanich and I were baptized

From the personal file
POET MIKHAIL TANICH(09/15/1923-04/17/2008) - Russian songwriter. He fought, was seriously wounded, and has military awards. In 1947, following a false denunciation in anti-Soviet agitation, he was arrested, repressed and spent 6 years in camps at a logging site near Solikamsk.
Mikhail Tanich wrote about 1000 songs, many of which are super hits. Here are just a few of them: “Black Cat”, “A song goes around in circles”, “I’ll get off at a distant station”, “How good it is to be a general!”, “How does it serve you”, “When my friends are with me”, “Love - ring”, “What can I tell you about Sakhalin”, “The white light has come together like a wedge on you”, “I look at you like in a mirror”, “A soldier is walking through the city”, “Take me with you”, “Seeing off love”, “ Komarovo”, “Weather in the House” and others. He is the creator and songwriter of the Lesopoval group.

- We know that Mikhail Isaevich was very ill in the last years of his life. When people go through trials, they change and become closer to the Lord. How did you and the poet Mikhail Tanich pass the tests?

Yes, Mikhail Isaevich was seriously ill, even earlier he suffered from tuberculosis, his legs were rotting, he had oncology, and now he had heart disease, and coronary bypass surgery was necessary. I prayed a lot. And then Mikhail Isaevich and I decided to be baptized.

- Tell me in order, how it was?

Tanich's coronary bypass surgery was performed by Akchurin, the doctor who operated on Yeltsin. He barely persuaded him. Then Akchurin told me: “At that age (and Tanich was already 76 years old!) I have never performed such an operation.” When he recovered a little, he was transported to another hospital, in the village of Arkhangelskoye. And there was former Minister of Defense Sergeev, a big fan of his songs. He said: “Mikhail Isaevich, I’m giving you my room.” I bring him there, and in the evening he has a temperature of 40, he dies before my eyes. I call an ambulance. They looked and said that we had to take him to the Vishnevsky military hospital, 20 kilometers from here. We arrive there, General Nemytin is in command there. He looked and said: “Lidiya Nikolaevna, his appendicitis has ruptured, peritonitis has already begun.” - "What to do?" - “Cut, otherwise he will die.” He had surgery a week ago under general anesthesia. You can’t cut a second time, and you can’t cut like that without anesthesia. I ask Nemytin: “Tell me, maybe I should go to church?” He says: “You can go, but I will advise you: go to Arkhangelskoye, a holy old woman lives there, if God allows you to meet her, you ask her to pray for Mikhail Isaevich.”

- The general of the Russian army gave interesting advice!

Yes. I jump up, ride on transfers: a minibus, a taxi, I don’t know what to call the old lady. I’m walking along Arkhangelskoe, there are no people, early morning, suddenly some old lady is walking... she’s so bright, gray-haired, old, with her granddaughter - just an angel! And I suddenly realize that it’s her coming. I go up to her and say: “I’m not looking for you?” It's a stupid question. And she answers me: “What do you have?” I'll explain. She sits down on the curb and says: “I’ll pray for him, he will recover, and when he gets better, let him be baptized, but don’t remind him of this twice, just tell him once.” After that, I jump up like crazy and go to the hospital. Tanich is still between life and death, but then, when he comes to his senses, I tell him, and he tells me: “At least go and thank her.” Where will I look for her? This is a whole huge village! Well, let's go. No one I asked, based on the description, no one has seen or knows such an old woman. It is unclear how General Nemytin knew. Tanich corrects himself and says: “Let’s go and get baptized!” And he and I went and were baptized together, and my soul became very calm. I entrusted myself to God.

Sign from God

- How long did Mikhail Isaevich live after that?

8-9 years old. Tanich already had oncology of such a degree that, as the President of the Academy of Sciences Mikhail Davydov told me, “he has oncology in his legs, in his torso, in his arms, a tree has already grown from cancer in him. We don't know how he lives. There is nothing more that can be done.” I still pray to God. I pray in the morning, in the evening before going to bed, but there is no improvement. I’ve been praying for about a year, and he’s been living hard for a year. But then it starts to get worse, worse. I say: “Lord, maybe you don’t hear me? If you can hear me, give me a sign. What sign? Let something very expensive disappear from me.” And on my finger there was an old ring with diamonds, very beautiful. As soon as I have time to say this, I look - there is no ring. It was there in the morning, but now it’s not.

-Did you film it?

I didn't film anything! I wear this ring all the time, even when I sleep. But not here. Expensive thing, old. I'm still starting to look. I looked around everything - no. I thought: maybe I threw it out with the trash? I waved my hand and said: “Lord! Can you hear me! I won’t bother you anymore with my request.”

“You and I can’t stop loving each other!”

- How did he die?

Tanich felt very bad. And it was spring, and the “Chanson of the Year” competition was taking place. The Lesopoval group should have been presented with an award. Tanich said: “I will go.” Of course, I call the doctors. They are categorically against it. I tell him. He paused and said: “Lift me up. I know, at the service entrance to the Kremlin (Kremlin Palace of Congresses - S. R.) 17 steps, if I take 17 steps now, it means I can go out and get a prize.” Well, don’t object to Tanich! I pick it up. He takes 17 steps and says: “I can handle it.” We are going with him, they drive us straight there to the service entrance. He walked 17 steps, “Lesopoval” performs. I let him out of one of the scenes. Chukhrai handed him a gilded prize, and he warned me that he would go into another scene. I'm running, running. I'm waiting for him at another stage. He receives a prize, says good words, but his voice is almost gone. Another prize is awarded to Stasik Volkov. Tanich reaches the velvet curtain and loses consciousness. We grabbed him and took him home. We arrived, and he said: “Call the priest.” I realized that the end was coming. The priest comes and asks them to be left alone. And they talk about something for quite a long time. My heart skips a beat. He will die while this priest is talking to him! Finally the priest comes out: “You can come in.” We enter, and he says: “Father Konstantin, can you marry my wife and me?” I am shocked. I'm not ready. The priest is shocked. What should I do? The priest is silent for a while, and then says: “Mikhail Isaevich, how long have you been married?” He replies: “Well, it’s been almost 52 years.” - “Mikhail Isaevich, you have been married there for a long time. Don't worry, don't worry." The priest leaves, Tanich is taken to the hospital, and a day later he dies. Before that, he asked me to call Kobzon so that he could find him a place on Vagankovsky.

- Why at Vagankovsky?

“Here it will be closer for you to come to me,” he said. In the morning I called Kobzon, explained the situation, but he had to fly somewhere. Kobzon turns the car around - both to Vagankovskoye, and first to the Mossovet, and gets a place. And at this time I arrive at the hospital, and the doctor on duty, a woman, tells me: “Lidiya Nikolaevna, he is in intensive care, he just died.” I say: “This can’t be. Can I look at it?” She allows it. I walk in and Tanich is already lying dead. I go up to him and look - well, he’s dead! And doctors know cases where a person has just died, but when loved ones come, he returns for a while. And then I lean over and tell him: “Mishenka! I am here I am with you". And at these words a tear rolls down and stops, and he barely audibly but clearly says: “You and I don’t fall in love enough,” and there were no more signs of life.

When my husband was buried, the priest after the funeral service in the church began to read his poems. We were shocked. Lyova Leshchenko stood and sobbed, and the people were like on Khodynka. There was police, there were various other organizations, and there were even thieves. They came to restore order so that no one would be suppressed. From the House of Cinema to Vagankovo there were people standing in 5-6 rows. And there was absolute order. For this I bow to them. They did not communicate with Tanich, but respected him.

How "Iceberg" was written

- Lydia Nikolaevna! You are a poet, he is a poet - how did you get along?

They got along great! Because he was older than me, wiser. He was a poet when I married him. I didn't stick my head out in any way. I understood the height of his talent. You know him from his songs, but I also recognized him from his poems. I would never have dared to tell him that I was writing too. She wrote poetry in secret and hid it from him. Then, when she had enough to fill the book, she showed it. He was a very tough person. His life was harsh. He silently read everything, added it up and said: “Well, nothing, nothing. Somewhere you reminded me of Akhmatova. Well, work.” That's all he said, and I've been writing on my own ever since. Then I myself took the notebook to the Writers' Union, secretly from him, and asked to look at it. They called me and said: “We will print you.” I say: "Okay." 10 years after that, last year, I was given the Chekhov Prize for it. That's it.

- How did you write the song “Iceberg”?

First there was the song “Snow is spinning, flying, flying...”, written by Sergei Berezin. Berezin came to Tanich and brought a cassette with music, but he was very busy at the time. And then I wrote the lyrics to the music myself. The experiment was a success, the song became a hit. Then other composers began to come to me for poetry. This is what happened with Igor Nikolaev. He came to Tanich and wanted him to do something for him, he was just a boy, he came from Sakhalin. Tanich said: “You don’t even have songs yet, try to write something with Lida, and then we’ll see.” We wrote it right away and very well. Our songs were sung by Lyudmila Gurchenko and Edita Piekha, they were filmed in the New Year’s “Ogonyok”. And then Igor says: “Come on, Lidia Nikolaevna, show me something else.” I say: “You know, I wrote a poem, look.” He sits at dinner, we eat borscht, he reads a poem and says: “Lidiya Nikolaevna, well, pour me a glass of cognac.” I pour him a glass, he drinks and goes to the piano. And I wrote it right away. In five minutes. It was in December, and then he shows it to Alla, and Andrei Voznesensky was sitting with her. He showed three songs. Alla says: “The songs seem to be good, but I don’t know whether to take them or not.” And suddenly Voznesensky says: “Alla, I advise you, sing “Iceberg” - it will become a hit. The rest are good, but I don’t know what will happen to them, but this one will become a hit.” Andrey's opinion had an impact. Within three days before the New Year, Alla recorded it.

- What was Mikhail Isaevich’s reaction?

Igor and I didn’t say anything. We made the song on the sly, keeping quiet. And suddenly there is a concert, first on the radio, then on TV. Alla had some more of her songs there, with her music. I hear her singing "Iceberg" on the radio. I dialed it and said: “Alla, now there was Iceberg.” She says: “Lida, they didn’t let you sing my song?” I say: “No, Allah, they gave me one.” She says: “These are bastards! They always don’t recognize my music!” That's how the song became popular.

- How did your relationship with Igor Nikolaev then develop?

When Mikhail Isaevich was sick, he started having heart attacks and needed money for treatment. Different times have already come, poets began to take money from performers for their poems. One day Igor Nikolaev comes and says: “Lidiya Nikolaevna, you are crazy! Everyone has been taking money for a long time now. It's commercial time. Why don’t you take it?” And I have Tanich, we have to pay doctors, nurses, and in general we have to feed people. I do not know what to do. Igor says: “Well, give me some words, and I’ll pay you for them, and you’ll understand that it’s not so scary to take money.” I bring him the poem “Random Entrance” from Tanich. Igor’s song never came out. He reads and says: “Everything is fine.” Three days later he comes and brings an envelope. “Just open it without me, okay, Lydia Nikolaevna?” - he tells me. I say: “Okay, I’ll open it without you.” He leaves, I open it, and there are 2000 dollars! Crazy! I must say that he remembers so much all the good things we did... After Tanich’s death, he offered to give me an apartment in Miami. She tells me: “Lidiya Nikolaevna, I brought all the documents, you just sign.” I say: “Are you crazy? At my age, I won’t fly there in my life, to this Miami, what will I do there?”

“And the bell is buzzing for me, buzzing inside me!”

- Are there many poems left after Tanich left?

A lot: two books, and a program for a new group. Shortly before his death, Tanich could no longer write; his hand could not write. He told me in the morning: “Come here with a piece of paper and write it down.” He wrote in the morning. He dictated a song or poem to me, and I wrote it down. And when he was gone and I finally sat down in my office to sort out the table, I saw how insightful this man was. While he was still walking, he sorted out the manuscripts and wrote: “this is in Lesopoval”, “this is in such and such a book, the name is such and such, publishing house is such and such.” Then the director of the Theater Museum calls me and says: “Well, Lidochka, how are you doing without Mikhail Isaevich?” I say: “Oh, Borya, he left me so many tasks - for a whole year. Everywhere I go, there’s a note from him everywhere: do this and that.” He says: “You’re mistaken, he left you a control center for the rest of your life.” So he left a lot of poems, he thought it through. Since he had been ill for so long, and he was a man of strong will and great intelligence, he figured out everything that would happen after him, that he would not have time to start.

- Are there any poems related to the theme of God?

Quite a lot. For example, there is a forest felling song:

I don’t go to prayer, and in the Russian church I hide somewhere, somewhere on the side. I am a sinful man, and my heart is empty, And the bell is buzzing for me, buzzing inside me. And every day of God, when it gets light, And what has passed, and even a trace has disappeared, I ask the Lord - we have enough sins, Forgive me, forgive me - but He has already forgiven. And again in the spring the rosemary blooms, And the snow, murmuring, leaves the yard, And I see, yesterday’s blasphemer, How much light and goodness there is on earth.

I'm a happy person!

- You must be a happy person!

I am a happy person, I have never envied anyone.

- Even Pugacheva?

Never in my life! My husband, I was never jealous of any woman; I was smart enough to look at her with delight if she was beautiful, smart and noble. And secondly, I understood that if I gave offense, it would provoke my husband to do as he wanted. I always had confidence in him, and therefore not a single woman in all my time let me down. So I was lucky.

- How do you think you will meet him in heaven?

I understand that this will be a completely different meeting. This will not be some kind of bodily incarnation. This will be a joint feeling, a joint thought, recognition in some other dimensions. This is still unclear to me. Tanich came for me, called me to the next world after death. I had a dream that he came. I say: “Misha, how are you?” He says: “Yes, everything is fine with me, well, come with me. If you stay with me, you will feel better." I, like an obedient wife, get up, and we walk along the ground, and we don’t even walk, but somehow soar above the ground. I say, “Where are we going?” He says: “It’s not far here, just beyond the horizon. We will be so happy with you - just like in life, we will be happy.” And then suddenly my “I” rebels. I think: “Lord, you gave me life! How can I go voluntarily to the next world? You don’t have to do this!” I say this for myself, but he somehow reads my thoughts. I say, “No,” he says, “Okay,” and dissolves.

- But do you know for sure that it was him?

But of course! He came in his guise. I once dreamed of an icon, and on it was an old man with a full gray beard. I wake up and say: “Misha, I dreamed of such a handsome saint.” Some time passes, and we find ourselves somewhere where icons are sold. I recognize the old man - this is Seraphim of Sarov. How did I dream about him, I’ve never seen him in my life? There is Providence, there is a Higher Power. We don’t want to believe in it, although it is demonstrated to us throughout our lives.

- That is, you understand that God is in control of the situation.

Yes, I realized that I don’t need to twitch. Even when we buried Tanich, we gathered with the children. We arrived from the cemetery, it would seem: well, cry, sob. We sit down, turn on his songs and start smiling. Because you have already passed through his death inside your soul, and you understand how lucky it is that this person was with you in this life. I'm so lucky!

The conversation was conducted by Viktor VOROBYEV
Photos by the author and from the archive of L. Kozlova

Her childhood years were scorched by the Great Patriotic War. After receiving a school certificate, she entered a construction technical school. After graduating from college, I went with the rest of the graduates to Saratov. Young builders were supposed to build the Volzhskaya State District Power Plant. It was there, in Saratov, that Lydia Kozlova met her future husband, Mikhail Tanich. A few years after the wedding, the young family was able to move closer to Moscow - to the town of Orekhovo-Zuevo.

His creative biography began in his youth. The girl learned to play the guitar, sang well, and wrote poetry. But after marriage, Kozlova’s amateur activity grew into a profession. Lydia wrote her first song based on her husband’s poetry. At that time she was 18 years old.

Writing has long attracted young Lydia Kozlova. She had something to tell her contemporaries about. She saw the tragedies of soldiers who returned crippled from the front. Many of them, armless and legless, did not want to return home and become a burden to their relatives. For such unfortunate people, homes for the disabled were created, where these people could live out their lives at state expense. Lidia Nikolaevna Kozlova wrote the story “Near the War” about such a house.

Then there came a long pause, lasting 20 years. One day Kozlova caught herself wanting to write poetry. She claims that the impetus was the creative atmosphere that reigned in their home thanks to her husband. Lidia Nikolaevna decided not to show her works to Mikhail Tanich. She gave the song “Snow is spinning, flying, flying” to the head of VIA “Plamya” Sergei Berezin, asking not to tell her husband who wrote it. After 2 days, Berezin reported that everyone liked the song. It was called “Snowfall” and became Lydia Kozlova’s first hit.

Author of a number of popular songs, including: “Iceberg”, “Snow is Spinning”, “My Red Rose”, “Tumbleweed”. Her songs are performed by popular performers. Among them are Alla Pugacheva, Philip Kirkorov, Alexander Malinin, Nadezhda Chepraga, Valentina Tolkunova, Edita Piekha, Lyudmila Gurchenko and Vyacheslav Malezhik. Among the co-composers: Igor Nikolaev, Sergey Korzhukov, Igor Azarov, David Tukhmanov, Sergey Berezin, Vyacheslav Malezhik, Ruslan Gorobets, Anatoly Kalvarsky, Alexander Levshin, Alexander Fedorkov, Alexander Malinin, Mikhail Muromov, Irina Gribulina, Vadim Gamaliya and others.

After the death of her husband, she became the producer and artistic director of the Lesopoval group.

Today, Lidia Nikolaevna not only continues to write poetry and produce a famous musical group, but also puts in order the huge archive of Mikhail Tanich. She claims that the late songwriter still has many poems left for which wonderful songs will appear.

Member of the Writers' Union of the Russian Federation

Born November 19, 1937 - Soviet and Russian poetess. Her childhood years were scorched by the Great Patriotic War. After receiving a school certificate, she entered a construction technical school. After graduating from college, I went with the rest of the graduates to Saratov. Young builders were supposed to build the Volzhskaya State District Power Plant. It was there, in Saratov, that Lydia Kozlova met her future husband, Mikhail Tanich. A few years after the wedding, the young family was able to move closer to Moscow - to the town of Orekhovo-Zuevo. His creative biography began in his youth. The girl learned to play the guitar, sang well, and wrote poetry. But after marriage, Kozlova’s amateur activity grew into a profession. Lydia wrote her first song based on her husband’s poetry. At that time she was 18 years old. Writing has long been

Poet, composer Mikhail Tanich.

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That evening she was with a guitar. In general, 18-year-old Lida, shortly before the fateful party, arrived at the Volzhskaya State District Power Plant as part of her assignment after graduating from college. In the apartment where she and two other girls were placed as a dormitory, a group of youth gathered to celebrate the next anniversary of the October Revolution. At the height of the holiday, Lida was asked to sing, she took the guitar and said: “I will sing songs based on poems by a local poet Mikhail Tanich. I read them in the newspaper and composed music on them.” When the guitar chords died down, one of the guests sat up to her and said: “And I am Tanich”...

You might think that this is the beginning of a heartbreaking cinematic melodrama, in which the heroes will be separated by villains and circumstances, but in the end they will still be together. In real life, everything turned out a little differently. Yes, there were many difficulties, and there were plenty of villains, but these two were never separated. Together they lived a long and such a beautiful life! We talked with the widow of Mikhail Tanich about exactly this - about the beauty of relationships and feelings, about external and “deep” beauty, about the beauty of life itself.

- Lidia Nikolaevna, you are one of those women over whom time has no power. What breed is this?

I’ll tell you an interesting story about the breed. Around 1979, Tanich and I were in England. We were invited to dinner, one might say, to high society. And the old lord arrives from his estate in the mountains. Ninety years old. Driving his own Rolls-Royce. Starts drinking whiskey. Suddenly he asks the owner of the house something in English, pointing his finger at me. I wonder: “What is he saying?” - “He asks who you are.” “Tell me,” I say, “that I am the wife of the Soviet poet Tanich.” Lord: “That’s not what I’m asking, but what family are you from?” - "I don't know". “I know,” he said so meaningfully, finished the bottle of whiskey, got behind the wheel and drove along the serpentine road back to his estate. And I remained perplexed: what did this old man see in me, what did he mean? But he said it so confidently! I know that my father is a nobleman by birth, but these are Russian roots, not English. Apparently, I just look like someone.

- Did your husband often compliment you?

What do you! Never. Although now I understand that he liked me in everything. But Tanich didn’t tell me this. As an experienced man, he knew: you can’t praise a woman, once you praise her, she, like a frog in a fairy tale, will begin to puff up and puff up and burst (laughs). Therefore, I had no idea about my strengths and all my life I was at war with my appearance. Or rather, she didn’t fight - she just didn’t accept herself, she considered herself ugly. In those years we watched Hollywood films, and there were such beauties! Moreover, they were wonderfully made up. Dinah Durbin, Marlene Dietrich... We admired them. They thought: this is some other world that is inaccessible to us.

- Was there a woman nearby whom you wanted to be like?

I remember the war, 1945. Our family was evacuated to a village on the Volga. We then lived next to a camp where disabled people were taken (those who were left without arms, without legs and did not want to return to their relatives in this form) and outlier prisoners. And then a nurse arrives there. Polish by nationality. Blonde - hair dyed with red streptocide. She has a smiling face, she laughs all the time, and men simply die from this lightness. And I, seven years old, then said to myself: this is how you should behave! But I probably never learned. Time was not conducive to ease. Women were constantly worried back then: children, hunger, working 12-hour days. They wore men's jackets and trousers - the clothes of their husbands who were at the front, and their boots.

I am still very upset when I read: they say that our women were so uncultured that from the parcels that their husbands sent them from Germany, they took undershirts with cutwork and wore them instead of evening dresses. Yes, they wore it as beauty, because in those shirts you could feel like women! During the war this was also important, necessary. And then they gave birth to children, and there was so much kindness and warmth! I wanted something human, including beauty. That's why they wore those shirts. And it was really beautiful, I remember: instead of tarpaulin boots and men’s trousers, which she had been carrying for 4 years, the woman put on this long shirt - light green or light lilac, with cutwork on top - and it seemed: well, a goddess! The women are all beautiful. Despite everything. We are ugly only because of unhappiness.

- Probably many men would agree with you...

Tanich said: “In the last days of the war, the painting “The Girl of My Dreams” was brought to our unit. “As soon as we sat down to watch it in the morning, we played the film until nightfall, again and again.” Although there was love at the front, they, young guys 20-25 years old, dreamed of girls not in greatcoats and boots, but of people like Marika Rekk, the actress who played the main role. That's why the soldiers couldn't tear themselves away. And Misha also recalled: “Once we shared a barracks with American soldiers and one day we entered their territory, and there were posters with beauties! We couldn't even imagine this. We looked at them completely crazy: where did such beauty come from?!” This is what men are like. Therefore, I want to say: women, no matter how old you are, remain women. If you smile, if you look at a man with hope, trust and joy, no matter what age he is - eight years old or eighty years old - he will love you. Not necessarily sexually, because there are other forms of love, even stronger ones. A person does not live until he loves.

- But if God did not give a woman external beauty, a man is unlikely to discern spiritual beauty in her.

I don't agree. Real men will see it. Because they first of all look for tenderness and affection. What is a young man's first idea of female beauty? His young mother. When he meets a similar girl in life, he falls in love. I want to say that I saw many women with ideal facial features, in whose eyes there was no fire - only condescension and confidence in their irresistibility. A man won't fall in love with someone like that. He will want to sleep, but will not fall in love. After all, everything is connected to our psyche. We make the strongest impression, even unconsciously, when we are calm, friendly and not trying to conquer anyone or capture the imagination. Looking at today's girls, I think: they could wear less makeup, and dress in a way that doesn't show their breasts out, and don't wear their hair in such a way that everyone would go crazy... But if they want to, let them. Although this is not the right way at all.

- But how to build this path to love correctly? After all, everything is for her sake.

The task is not easy, and only a person with a living, sensitive soul can solve it. It's like writing a hit song. Since my husband has been writing hits all his life, and I have written several, I know that a hit is what creates love in us. And here a lot must come together. If you have written wonderful music, but the words are empty and do not touch your heart, if you have written good poetry, but the music is not written from the heart, the song will not work. Therefore, in order to arouse love in someone, we must remember the main stimuli of life. For example, about femininity. How important it is not to lose it! I would really like to wish every girl: no matter how ugly you are, with narrow lips or full ones, with small eyes or big ones, remember that you are beautiful. Learn to love yourself and through this love give joy to everyone. Like a flower. And to win a man’s heart, it’s also enough to just love him. For some reason today's unfortunate girls don't understand this. They want happiness, but they think that it comes from money, that they need to snatch something from others, grab it!

- What were you like when you met Mikhail Isaevich?

She was a naive fool. I haven't kissed any boy yet. And, it seemed to me, there was nothing that could delight a man. There were only four dresses in my wardrobe, one of which was a school uniform. Meanwhile, at that time, girls dressed and used cosmetics. And I didn’t know how to paint my lips. When I married Tanich, Inge, my eldest daughter, was already two years old, we were going to visit someone. Misha says: “Put your lips on.” Me: “What do they paint them with?” Then he bought me some cheap lipstick. I put on makeup, but I really didn’t like it. You also need to be able to do this. I didn’t have any friends who could teach me, and neither did my husband – what kind of adviser? He just wanted to see me beautiful. Rare men in this matter can suggest something.

By the way, about men. I know that Mikhail Isaevich was very good in his youth. If this were not so, would you fall in love?

I think yes. Because I have always valued charm in men above all beauty. Remembering different people, I can say: the most irresistible was Yura Nikulin. An amazingly sensitive, subtle person. At the same time, he is not handsome. By the way, his wife, Tanya, was such a beauty in her youth! Slender, compact... But Yura didn’t take much care of himself. Circus people are above this. Therefore, he grew old very quickly, and some dark spots appeared under his eyes. But this was noticed only at the moment of the meeting. As soon as Yura started talking, that was it, he completely conquered the person with his charm, intelligence, and kindness. And these are the qualities that are higher than beauty. Beauty is not the most important thing. After all, there are many examples of this in history: far from the most beautiful women became the most beloved. Men have always chosen those who are sincere, charming, not angry or envious. Nowadays, women, unfortunately, very often envy. And the men suddenly became tight-fisted. When you see someone like this, you feel so sorry! You think: what stopped you from becoming noble and generous?

- Remember how Tanich confessed his love to you?

This happened already in old age. In his youth he did not say such words. Only after living with me for decades, Misha said: “Do you know how beautiful you are? There is some kind of amazing harmony in you, I would even say animalistic. Either you look like a fox, or like a wolf. And if you make your features more correct, it will no longer be true. And so there is truth in you.”

- Is the Lesopoval group, Tanich’s latest brainchild, healthy?

The guys tour and perform a lot. Recently they were invited to Odessa. It seems it was some kind of corporate holiday. And they later said: “We are singing, we are singing, people have forgotten all their parties, they are listening. Then they surrounded us: “Lesopoval”, what a good job you do! And we thought that after Tanich you are no longer the same, but you are great! ”We are now releasing a new album. It would be necessary to unwind it somehow, but I don’t know how.

- I know, Mikhail Isaevich often sends “hello” to you. What was the last one?

I continue to dream about Misha, but not as often anymore. As a rule, these are dreams-memories. But sometimes it happens like this: suddenly he comes and clearly, clearly says something important. This happens when I once again cannot solve some dilemma. Then I ask: “Mishenka, dream about me and give me advice!” The last time he said these words to me in a dream, answering my specific question: “I want to tell you: don’t achieve anything in life, everything that is due to you will be given to you by fate itself, just remain human.” When I woke up, I began to think: how can I not burst into tears? Everyone is running as if they are running a hundred meters, and then suddenly - “don’t rush.” Maybe (laughs), Tanich looked from above: you’re like a cornered horse, why? - and decided to rein me in. And I realized: really – why? Surely he didn’t mean that I should turn into Emelya, who is lying on the stove. You just don’t have to dig in and grab too much. And then, everything you need will come.

From the page of Eduard Kukuy

What a blessing that he was with me!

I don’t know if I’m in any way violating the copyright of the original source, but I think the publishers and the poet will forgive me if they even happen to visit this site, in any case, I comply with all the requirements - the newspaper’s website and authorship.
The only thing that is not removed is your own name, that’s how it’s programmed
site machine. Why am I continuing the same topic (see previous publication), especially when everything is on the Internet? Yes, everything is there, but firstly it’s not clear for what reasons -
is closed, or you have to register on unknown sites, often of a pornographic nature, and most importantly, everything is separate and you know what to look for when you are short of time - for the most part only after yesterday’s TV broadcast
it became clear what favorite songs were written by the poet, and that Lydia Kozlova is the wife
him, with whom they lived for over half a century, and that she herself was an outstanding poet -
author of many songs, including, it turns out, my favorite one, “Snow Flies.”

And although I myself am far from religion, I cannot read without emotion the sincerity of the memories and feelings of the wife and friend of the outstanding Russian songwriter.
There is no such thing as too much knowledge, and I think that others will be interested in broadening their horizons about the Life of Wonderful People.

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Lydia Kozlova: “What a blessing that he was with me!”

THE REMARKABLE RUSSIAN POETESS LIDIA NIKOLAEVNA KOZLOVA NOT SO LONG TURNED 75 YEARS OLD. She is the widow of the famous Russian songwriter Mikhail Tanich, who left us 5 years ago. Despite her age, she looks young and energetic, optimistic and full of strength and creative plans. Lidia Nikolaevna told us about what this man was like, about his work and about the last years of his life.

First acquaintance with God

Lidia Nikolaevna, tell us about your first meeting with God...

An image of the Ascension?

How Tanich and I were baptized

From the personal file

POET MIKHAIL TANICH (09/15/1923-04/17/2008) - Russian songwriter. He fought, was seriously wounded, and has military awards. In 1947, following a false denunciation in anti-Soviet agitation, he was arrested, repressed and spent 6 years in camps at a logging site near Solikamsk.

Mikhail Tanich wrote about 1000 songs, many of which are super hits. Here are just a few of them: “Black Cat”, “A song goes around in circles”, “I’ll get off at a distant station”, “How good it is to be a general!”, “How does it serve you”, “When my friends are with me”, “Love - ring”, “What can I tell you about Sakhalin”, “The white light has come together like a wedge on you”, “I look at you like in a mirror”, “A soldier is walking through the city”, “Take me with you”, “Seeing off love”, “ Komarovo”, “Weather in the House” and others. He is the creator and songwriter of the Lesopoval group.

We know that Mikhail Isaevich was very ill in the last years of his life. When people go through trials, they change and become closer to the Lord. How did you and the poet Mikhail Tanich pass the tests?

Tell us in order, how it was?

Interesting advice was given by a Russian army general!

Sign from God

WITH PARTICIPANTS of the Lesopoval group

How long did Mikhail Isaevich live after that?

Did you film it?

“You and I can’t stop loving each other!”

How did he die?

Tanich felt very bad. And it was spring, and the “Chanson of the Year” competition was taking place. The Lesopoval group should have been presented with an award. Tanich said: “I will go.” Of course, I call the doctors. They are categorically against it. I tell him. He paused and said: “Lift me up. I know that at the service entrance to the Kremlin (Kremlin Palace of Congresses - S.R.) there are 17 steps, if I take 17 steps now, it means I can go out and get a prize.” Well, don’t object to Tanich! I pick it up. He takes 17 steps and says: “I can handle it.” We are going with him, they drive us straight there to the service entrance. He walked 17 steps, “Lesopoval” performs. I let him out of one of the scenes. Chukhrai handed him a gilded prize, and he warned me that he would go into another scene. I'm running, running. I'm waiting for him at another stage. He receives a prize, says good words, but his voice is almost gone. Another prize is awarded to Stasik Volkov. Tanich reaches the velvet curtain and loses consciousness. We grabbed him and took him home. We arrived, and he said: “Call the priest.” I realized that the end was coming. The priest comes and asks them to be left alone. And they talk about something for quite a long time. My heart skips a beat. He will die while this priest is talking to him! Finally the priest comes out: “You can come in.” We enter, and he says: “Father Konstantin, can you marry my wife and me?” I am shocked. I'm not ready. The priest is shocked. What should I do? The priest is silent for a while, and then says: “Mikhail Isaevich, how long have you been married?” He replies: “Well, it’s been almost 52 years.” - “Mikhail Isaevich, you have been married there for a long time. Don't worry, don't worry." The priest leaves, Tanich is taken to the hospital, and a day later he dies. Before that, he asked me to call Kobzon so that he could find him a place on Vagankovsky.

Why on Vagankovsky?

How "Iceberg" was written

MIKHAIL TANICH on vacation in Crimea with his daughters Inga and Svetlana

Lydia Nikolaevna! You are a poet, he is a poet - how did you get along?

How did you write the song “Iceberg”?

What was Mikhail Isaevich’s reaction?

How did your relationship with Igor Nikolaev then develop?

“And the bell is buzzing for me, buzzing inside me!”

Are there many poems left after Tanich left?

Are there any verses related to the theme of God?

Quite a lot. For example, there is a forest felling song:

I don’t go to prayer, and in the Russian church
I'll hide somewhere, somewhere to the side.
I am a sinful man and my heart is empty,
And the bell is buzzing for me, buzzing inside me.
And every day of God, when it gets light,
And what has passed, and even the trace has disappeared,
I ask the Lord - we have enough sins,
Forgive me, forgive me, - and He has already forgiven.
And again in spring wild rosemary blooms,
And the snow, murmuring, leaves the yard,
And I see, yesterday’s blasphemer,
There is so much light and goodness on earth.

I'm a happy person!

You must be a happy person!

I am a happy person, I have never envied anyone.

Even Pugacheva?

How do you think you will meet him in heaven?

But do you know for sure that it was him?

That is, you understand that God is in control of the situation.

The conversation was conducted by Viktor VOROBYEV
Photos by the author and from the archive of L. Kozlova

God bless you!

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He barely walked in, I instantly recognized..."

You have a romantic dating story...

She: Until I was 18, I didn’t even go to the movies with any guy. And suddenly the landlady offers me: “Do you want to see your destiny? You can only do this once in your life.” I, the brave one, am like: “I want it!” - “Make a well of matches, put it under your pillow, and you will see your whole life.” And then in a dream I dreamed of Him. And also my whole life until I was very old. In short, a movie from my first to my last day. And in a dream he was my husband. And when a year later I met him for the first time, I gasped: “Oh, I saw you!” And he, an experienced man who has already been through dozens of women, conducted an interrogation with passion: “Where? When?”

So you recognized him...

She: Absolutely. The door opened and the one I saw in the dream entered. But after the first meeting he disappeared, and I cried for forty days: what should I do now? And then he appeared. Something has matured in him.

He: Yes, your girlfriends just told me: Lida is crying. And I couldn’t understand why she was crying. True, I managed to look after you a little.

She: I didn’t look after anything. There was a round table. You kept sitting next to me, and I kept moving away. And so we moved around the table. That's all courtship. And he also came with a girl, yes, yes, I just remembered! But he looked at me for a long time...

He: I thought: the girl is 18 years old, and I’m 32 years old, I’ve already seen everything in my life.

She: What was I supposed to use to defeat him? Not even wearing makeup, just an ordinary girl...

He: No, not ordinary. A very beautiful girl, with eyelashes like these - three centimeters, with green eyes. But I was with someone else - by the way, a translator for the head of the construction of a hydroelectric power station, and the second was actually Golitsyn’s granddaughter. I wouldn’t have paid any attention to Lidochka, but she took a seven-string guitar...

She: Yes, and she said that now I’ll sing a song to the words of the poet Tanich. I couldn’t even imagine what this Tanich looks like. I just read his poems in the local newspaper.

Him: The song was called “Fairy Tale”: “Don’t expect advice from me and don’t expect a hint from me, I myself got lost somewhere, like Ivan the Fool from the fairy tale. I told my frog princess on a fine evening about your copper freckles that her silver is more expensive..." Well, that's it. Then he sings the second song. I see: she doesn’t know it’s me. I sat down next to her and said something... Well, then I left somewhere. Forty days later he returned and began courting. It coincided. Our long-term marriage could have broken up a hundred and fifty times, with any scandal, with nonsense - she loves to invent all sorts of nonsense... Therefore, the marriage is held together through my efforts.

She: It's true.

He: I don’t have the kind of patience I have for her with other people. I am quick-tempered and harsh.

She: He looked at me and didn’t understand: what does she want? There is no Romeo and Juliet, but she wants... And now we have two children and two grandchildren.

Love and zone

Mikhail Isaevich, you perform in camps, right?

He: Yes, “Lesopoval” went to the camps fifty times. There were free concerts and paid ones. How it's done: a group of people from that world agree to give a gift to a friend sitting in the camp, and they spend a lot of money to allow musicians to go there.

But I myself NEVER entered the zone again. It’s scary to me: bad memories, a specific smell. They say that the current people in law sit in the camp as if in a sanatorium. And then, under Stalin, there were 95 percent of working men who had nothing to do with the criminal world, 3-4 percent of thieves and 0.5 percent of thieves in law. The men received parcels from the outside and were obliged to allocate something for the thieves - at least a piece of lard. But since there were 900 of them in the camp, these five or six thieves in the zone lived well.

Did you write there too?

Him: No. I sawed the forest. Worked as an artist. Then I had love there. She was beautiful, like Marilyn Monroe. With a story: a girl from the city of Borisov fell in love with a boy, and the boy was a radio operator who soldered receivers. And during the war he ended up in a German intelligence school to teach radio science. Then we went on the offensive, and they fled to Germany. There the girl married the Soviet commandant of Leipzig. Returning from Leipzig, she brought 10 suitcases of gifts, and that’s when the KGB grabbed her. She received article 58.6, espionage, and 10 years... When she was sent to another camp, I suffered...

Then I was a different kind of jerk. I was almost dying, boils and furunculosis started all over my body, my legs couldn’t hold up. I survived because I was suddenly hired to work in the accounting department, and then as a forwarder for the delivery of fuels and lubricants. And I received a pass for unescorted travel. I have a song about a Chaldon village where, thanks to a pass, I somehow ended up... For a bunch of women there, there were only three men. That's why I was in high demand. It was hard, and I was 25 years old.

She: Chaldons are Russian people, Old Believers, living in the Northern Urals, in Siberia...

Him: This is an amazing story. 49th year. Logging camps, endless taiga. In the morning the prisoners are taken out. Winter, dark. A cordon is erected around the plot that needs to be cut down. And around Chaldon villages, women have been without men for years. And so they, these women, go inside the cordon in the morning, even before the prisoners are brought in, and wait... The cordon stands around the perimeter. We cut down the undergrowth - small wood, so that everyone can see each other, from fire to fire. And there, inside, are women. And crazy sex ensues, if we speak today. That's what the song is about...

Well, it was summer, they didn’t burn spruce branches,
I didn't ask, she undressed herself,
And we were such wicks,
And she wanted love and friendship...
Then she disappeared. They say:
Yours, they say, was kicked out of the house...

She: And now the hero has a grandson growing up somewhere among the Chaldons. And the chorus: “Son, I wish I could see a son whose name I don’t know...” You can’t just make this up... It’s fate.

He: Lida says: “Levelling” is what will be left of you..." No one knows what will remain. Do you know how sad Pushkin was, how he mourned his fate in the last years of his life? He was unpopular at 36-37- m years...

Mikhail Isaevich, could you also forgive betrayal?

He: I generally look at the problem of betrayal as a mistake in the Christian religion. Monogamy for life is impossible. A man especially cannot... I think I would forgive betrayal. Galich was in love with Lida, simply mortally in love. She was very beautiful in her youth. He called her from all his heart attack hospitals... Once we had guests, we were getting ready to leave, everyone was already standing in the corridor, getting dressed, and suddenly... Lida and Galich disappeared. They sit in my office, and he declares his love to her. We all stand for thirty minutes and wait for this explanation to end.
And yet she never gave me a reason to be jealous. Or maybe I was just lucky with her...
She: You never know who was in love with me! This is why I appreciate Mikhail Isaevich - he will never offend either my feelings or sympathy for me. He always had the intelligence and tact to observe and, perhaps, even lead.

Him: No, but how else? This cannot be stopped. Everything is ephemeral, at the level of glance. But I forgive Lidochka everything - for this loyalty, for the fact that I cannot blame her for anything. I can't say the same about myself. I believe that a person cannot be forced...

She: Still, I wouldn’t change you for anyone. Not for any king, not for any president. I'm interested in you.
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Interviewed by Olga Avdevich, Rita Troshkina, “CHAS”

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