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Agnia Barto and her program "Seeking a Man"

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Perhaps, there is no person in our country who is not familiar with the poems of the famous Agnia Lvovna Barto. Let us worship this poetess not only for creative talent, but for a great deal - the search for people separated by war. Transfer Agnii Lvovna "Looking for a man", which went on the air for nine years, helped restore almost a thousand families!
However - in order.


Agnia Lvovna was born in 1906 in the family of the veterinarian Lev Nikolaevich Volov. Primary education - home, with the indispensable knowledge of French. My father taught his daughter to read Lev Tolstoy’s books, went with her on long walks, and taught him to notice little things. Mother, Maria Ilyinichna, more engaged in the economy.

Very little Agnia was sent to a ballet school: her father wanted to see her famous ballerina. True, the girl did not show great talent, but she worked diligently. But the verses were born in Agnii almost every day. They were still immature, a bit ridiculous - like chicks that just hatched from an egg ...

The years went by. The girl was growing up, entered the choreographic school, her youth fell on the period of revolution and civil war. And then came the day of the final exams. Agnia coped with her program successfully. And after the exams she performed at a concert of amateur performances given by graduates. She read a poem of her own composition with the pathetic title “Funeral March” - the girl in general wanted to write, so to speak, in the wake of tragedy. And in the hall, on the honorary number of the commission, Anatoly Lunacharsky himself sat - a Soviet statesman, writer, translator, art critic. Sat - and barely restrained laughter. That moment became fateful in the fate of Barto (then - Volovoi). Because, looking at this dark-eyed girl who was desperately trying to convey to the audience the tragedy of her work, Lunacharsky understood, guessed, felt: in front of him was a talented poetess born to write children's funny poems. Understood - and invited Agnia to his conversation. Of course, the girl didn’t like such advice, even seemed offensive. But she obeyed Anatoly Vasilyevich.

So, with his light hand, in 1925, Agniya Lvovna released her first children's book “Kitaychon Van Lee”. And began the years of writing. Agnii Lvovna quickly came to success, but he did not change her character. She was a sincere, shy, modest person, she knew how to be friends and did not know how to save power.

Agnia Barto and her program "Seeking a Man"As part of the Soviet delegations, the poetess traveled a lot, and not only in our vast country, but also abroad. So, in 1937, Agniya Lvovna visited Spain. She saw the horrors of war. And there, in a burning country, there was another meeting. It was a Spaniard who lost her little son. She showed Barto his picture and covered the boy's head with a finger, explaining that she had been blown off during the bombing. At that moment, Agniya Lvovna, whom fate had also prepared to survive the loss of her son, thought for the first time that death categorically separated people forever, and the fascists did not always. Sometimes, relatives can still find each other, but we must help them ...

And soon the Great Patriotic War began. The wife of Agnes Lvovna, a prominent power engineer, was sent to work in the Urals, in Sverdlovsk. Of course, the family went along. What did the poetess do in the evacuation? She got the profession of a turner and started working at the machine. She helped the front with what she could, and in her spare time she wrote poetry. In 1943, she became a front-line correspondent.

Home, in Moscow, the family returned shortly before the Victory. But the holiday, great for our whole country, became a mourning day for Agnii Lvovna. On the eve of Victory Day, her oldest child, her son Garik, was ridiculously killed. The boy went on a bike ride, came across a truck leaving from behind a corner, fell, hit his temple on the curb of the sidewalk - and instantly died ...

Agnia Lvovna was locked in herself, now she gave all her love to her daughter Tanya. Many believed that the poetess would leave work. But she, quite unexpectedly for her colleagues, published the poem “Zvenigorod” in 1947, written after a trip to the Zvenigorod orphanage, which brought together “thirty brothers and sisters, thirty young citizens”.

Almost immediately after the publication of the book, Agniya Lvovna received a letter from a woman who had lost her daughter during the war. In the lines of the poem, she felt the familiar intonations, memories of her child. Just think: what should be the talent of the author, so that the mother, reading the poem, understood that it is about her child!

So it turned out in fact - the book helped to connect two native people. “Poetry plus militia,” Agniya Lvovna later said.

Following the "first sign" came other letters. People learning about the happy outcome of this stories, they began to turn to Barto with requests to help him find their missing children during the war years. Or vice versa: children who grew up in orphanages, who often did not know their real surnames and names, were looking for parents. Every day more letters came. And everyone needed help ...

So in 1965, the “Looking for a Man” radio program was born. She went on the air on Mayak radio station once a month - Agniya Lvovna read the received letters for half an hour, told about how the search was going on. In addition, a special Bulletin of the search for relatives on incomplete, fragmentary data began to appear. And although the case itself - the help of journalists in finding people - was not the invention of the poetess, but she was the first to guess that it was childhood memories that could serve as a key to the right path. No wonder they say that children's memory is very strong. Boys and girls can keep impressions of such small details, by which an adult will often pass without thinking.

... "My mother and I went to the forest on raspberries and met a bear, and when I ran away, I lost a new shoe" ...
... "My father worked as a bricklayer. When he kissed me, he pricked me with a mustache. We had a guinea pig in our house. One day my father would catch her with a net "...
... "We hung over the bed a large carpet, on which terrible faces were weaved, and I was very afraid of them" ...
... “Father came to say goodbye, I hid under the table, but they took me out of there. My father was wearing a blue gymnast with airplanes ... He brought a huge bag of apples (red, large) to me ... We drove on a truck, I firmly held a toy in my hands - a cow "...

Searches lasted sometimes for a very long time. And sometimes, on the contrary, people were at once.

Here, in brief, is just one story. You can read it in its entirety in Barto’s book Find a Man.

Aleksandra Rodionovna Perevozkina, who together with her husband and two small sons, Nikolai and Valeriy, lived in the town of Ciechanowiec, asked for help. In 1941, the husband died. When the war began, the mother with the boys and with her neighbor Golubeva Ksenia Petrovna, who also had a small child, was hastily evacuated. They sat on the cart and just left the city, as the bombing began. They hid in the woods. And then Alexandra Rodionovna remembered that she had left all the documents at home. She ran after them, and when she returned, she did not find carts with children. She rushed to the search, the Red Army soldiers helped her, drove to the village. The village council said that there really was a caravan with a woman and children, but no one knows where they went. Mother got to Minsk, then along the tracks to Starobin. I got on foot to Gomel, and then to Novozybkov, where I remained to live.

When the war ended, the Red Cross helped her find a neighbor, Ksenia Petrovna. From her mother learned that soon after she ran for documents, people walked past the neighbor and the children and claimed that the mother was bombed and died. Considering it dead, they continued on their way. Seven-year-old Kohl was left in the territory of the Belostok region, in the village of Beavers or Badgers. One-year-old Valerik was left there, another family promised to take him.

Shortly after broadcasting the program a letter arrived from Minsk from Galina Sergeevna Yuryeva. She wrote that Nikolai Ivanovich Perevozhkin (as a child, Kolya lisped, apparently, therefore, his name was written differently) - her neighbor. It turned out that Kolya remembered his mother and really considered her dead under the bombs. He remembered that terrible day, and even the way he rode on the cart. From that village of the Bialystok region, he ended up in an orphanage in Poland, then in the orphanage of Grodno, where he was brought up until the 1948 year. Then he moved to Minsk. So the mother found her eldest son ...

Here is a letter from Nicholas, which he sent to Agnii Lvovna: “I wrote in documents that my father died before the war, and my mother was missing, I thought that she had killed her. And today I am in Novozybkov with my own mother. Of course, neither I nor my mother knew each other right away. This is approximately what the mother says: “Lips, nose, eyes, but if there is a birthmark on the right side of the neck, then you are my son.” And what do you think, she takes off her scarf, and on the right side of the neck there is a birthmark. Tears of joy poured from my eyes ... For twenty-four years she mourned me and my brother ... "

After a while another letter arrived - from Bialystok. Its author is the journalist of the Belarusian weekly Victor Rudnik. The story deeply moved him, Victor offered his help. In Bialystok, he found a guy who was adopted in the summer of 1941 by a family of workers. His name was Lapinsky Zbigniew Valentin. True, Zbigniew Valentin himself did not remember anything. But Victor through the newspaper appealed to the residents of the Belostok region with a request to help find Valery. Eyewitnesses responded, bit by bit, they restored everything that had happened. It turned out that Kohl, the eldest son, was first adopted by the large Petrovsky family (and then he ended up in an orphanage). And Valerika is the same neighbor left under a bush in the same village. She asked the villager, Sidorovich, to take the boy to her. Sidorovich agreed. And then, having learned about the baby, Valerik was taken to his childless Spouse Lapinsky.

Agnia Lvovna was very afraid to make a mistake - after all, Zbigniew Valentin could not be Valerik at all. And at the same time she didn’t know another way to check everything, how to arrange a meeting between mother and son. But the meeting was arranged differently. Here are the memories of Barto: “I asked Moscow television to help us. And one of the journalists, who went on a business trip to Poland, where Valentin lived, took it on film and sent it. And now Alexandra Rodionovna, invited to Moscow with Nicholas, enters the cinema hall of the television studio. Everyone is excited, because now the mother has to find out or not to recognize her son. Only she is calm, she doesn’t guess anything. The lights go out. Frames appear on the screen: a tall, thin young man and his bride are choosing gifts in the store. And here in the tense silence the voice of the mother is heard:
- So here it is, my baby! ..
The son turned out to be similar to both the elder brother and the father ... ”

And now, please read the lines from the letter of the mother herself. I chose them precisely not only because the words are very shrill. But also because in this piece of the letter the attitude of the citizens of our once huge country to each other is very well seen: “... The station was crowded with people, I seemed to be in a dream ... The City Party Committee did everything possible to meet my children, and I am very grateful to them for such attention to the common man. When the train began to approach, the guides on the platform began to show where my son was: the conductor of the first car pointed to the second, the second wire conductor pointed to the third, and the third car guide raised the flag high above his head, and stayed until the train stopped ... When Valery got off the train, I don’t know what kind of power pulled him towards me, because there were a lot of people around. He rushed to my neck and cried heavily, only said: “Drog Mum” ... ”

... Agnia Lvovna thought that the wave of letters would subside a year or two after the appearance of the program. But this happened only nine years later. During this time, 927 families have connected.

And - the last. Barto died 1 April 1981 of the year. When the autopsy was done, the doctors stunned each other: “How did she live with such vessels?”. It was unclear to them how blood flowed in the heart through such exhausted threads. Apparently, a miracle occurred. And the blood flowed, and the heart beat on. For the people.
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  1. Volga Cossack
    Volga Cossack 25 March 2016 06: 57
    +8
    to my shame, did not even know about this fact of the biography of the Poetess. Now I will become even more respected! Thank you for the article!
  2. Mangel olys
    Mangel olys 25 March 2016 07: 11
    +9
    and the heart beat further. For the sake of people.

    My childhood passed with the verses of this wonderful person. Thank you Sofia, for the article in memory of this talented poetess.
    1. Bureaucrat
      Bureaucrat 25 March 2016 08: 20
      +6
      And now I'm reading mine, about Vovka, Tanya, about the orderlies.
  3. parusnik
    parusnik 25 March 2016 07: 47
    +9
    And I remember this program on "Mayak" .. I was small then .. I caught it by accident .. Just read one of the letters .. I listened, cried ... Thank you, Sophia ...
  4. EvgNik
    EvgNik 25 March 2016 09: 10
    +8
    Thanks, Sophia.
    Often when reading books we do not think about those who wrote them.
    And it’s good that you reminded us of a wonderful person and a Poet who has been with us all his life. I hope it will be great-grandchildren.
  5. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 25 March 2016 10: 21
    +5
    Thank you very much, Sophia, for your heartfelt story! I remembered my childhood, when everything was fine, when I hoped for the best, when I was worried about a bull, a bear, a hare, laughed at the "roaring" girl, was indignant with Lyubochka.
    Sincerely.
  6. Manul
    Manul 25 March 2016 13: 32
    +5
    Already a lump in my throat from feelings .. Thank you Sofya for such a touching article! It is wonderful that we try to keep the memory and heritage, the beauty of those people on whom our children can be raised.
  7. alex_V15
    alex_V15 25 March 2016 14: 22
    +2
    I know half of her work by heart, since my sister is an educator.
    I didn’t know about this fact! It turns out that all her life she passed a human pain through herself ...
  8. AK64
    AK64 25 March 2016 14: 35
    -7
    Amused, what ...

    No, great fun ...

    Firstly, there was no "Angia Lvovna Borto" - this is a pseudonym. Her name was Gitlya Leibovna Volova... Someone will say "what's the difference?" Yes, there seems to be no difference. but if there is no difference, why do they hide and hide, eh? Why are these inventions if there is no difference?

    Batro - last name by husband, Pavel Barto, with whom Gitlya Leibovna Volova lived for only 5 years or something ....

    So, just Pavel Barto was ... a poet. Yes Yes. Moreover, it was he, and long before the marriage with Hitler Leibovna Volova that he wrote exactly and only CHILDREN'S poems. I did not write others, not children’s. And it was well published, by the way.

    But after the divorce from Hitler Leibovna, Pavel Barto just .... stopped publishing poetry. Yes Yes. After being unleashed with Hitley, Pavel Barto released only ONE book --- and after AFTER DEATH of Hitley Leibovna Volova.

    Aren't you funny?

    There is one more interesting detail here: Pavel Barto ... didn’t work anywhere. Well, of course, a writer, a man of a free profession ... But, as I said, he ... did not publish books after a divorce. And DO was published very well. And why would it suddenly, huh?
    And by the way, what did man live on?
  9. a housewife
    a housewife 25 March 2016 16: 03
    +5
    A splinter in the eye and in the heart? Of course, if a real RUSSIAN bear were with a torn paw, tady oh! Class! and so - some kind of Jewish turns out. Disgrace! Moreover, if her husband wrote these verses - it is not at all easier! Ah, how is it that more than one hundred nationalities of the Union read Jewish poems! And if the husband wrote poetry, and was published under her name, then, of course, he wrote them under torture. But no, she quietly rubbed them, but he didn’t know! No, this is how much rubbish you must have in your heart to leave such comments here !!! In addition, an article on how Agniya Lvovna dealt with the search for lost children. Probably only Jewish? And in general - it was not she who was, but her husband dressed and made-up! My advice is, take the splinter out of your eyes and read Barto’s wonderful poems for children, and maybe he’ll jump out of your heart.
    1. AK64
      AK64 25 March 2016 16: 28
      -4
      crazy chamber, what ...
      1. Rastas
        Rastas 25 March 2016 18: 45
        +1
        Why are you hinting at nationality? Are you racially clean, I guess?
        1. AK64
          AK64 25 March 2016 19: 15
          -3
          Why are you hinting at nationality? Are you racially clean, I guess?


          I AM? Have I ever said a word about nationality? Where?

          I wrote that when they write about the "girl Angia" - they lie, because the girl's name was Gitl. And Agnia is a pretty much later taken pseudonym.

          By the way, why is it you all so twitching like worms in a pan? Apparently I really hit? I got into a sore point?
          1. Rastas
            Rastas 25 March 2016 19: 56
            +6
            Naturally, in a sick person, what do you want? This generally has nothing to do with the essence of the article.
            1. AK64
              AK64 25 March 2016 20: 16
              -2
              This generally has nothing to do with the essence of the article.


              That is, if the real name of the heroine would be Maria Ivanovna Petrova - would you calm down? Then everything would be nishtyak and understandable?

              But I will discourage you: such a story could hardly have happened with Mar-Ivanna: not for rank, sir.

              You will renounce personal, strain, and read what I wrote: nationality there is generally a fifth question. It's not about nationality (although, as I said, with Mary-Ivanovna such a story would hardly have happened)
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  10. berdnik
    berdnik 25 March 2016 17: 42
    +7
    Quote: AK64
    Amused, what ...

    No, great fun ...

    Firstly, there was no "Angia Lvovna Borto" - this is a pseudonym. Her name was Gitlya Leibovna Volova... Someone will say "what's the difference?" Yes, there seems to be no difference. but if there is no difference, why do they hide and hide, eh? Why are these inventions if there is no difference?

    Batro - last name by husband, Pavel Barto, with whom Gitlya Leibovna Volova lived for only 5 years or something ....

    So, just Pavel Barto was ... a poet. Yes Yes. Moreover, it was he, and long before the marriage with Hitler Leibovna Volova that he wrote exactly and only CHILDREN'S poems. I did not write others, not children’s. And it was well published, by the way.

    But after the divorce from Hitler Leibovna, Pavel Barto just .... stopped publishing poetry. Yes Yes. After being unleashed with Hitley, Pavel Barto released only ONE book --- and after AFTER DEATH of Hitley Leibovna Volova.

    Aren't you funny?

    There is one more interesting detail here: Pavel Barto ... didn’t work anywhere. Well, of course, a writer, a man of a free profession ... But, as I said, he ... did not publish books after a divorce. And DO was published very well. And why would it suddenly, huh?
    And by the way, what did man live on?


    Yes, a difficult case .... AK64 - apparently this is a machine gun, he was not a child, ready to be assembled at the factory
    1. AK64
      AK64 25 March 2016 18: 22
      -5
      another one with a mind chamber.

      Once again: there was no such person, "Agniya Barto", not at all. Everything is invented there - every letter there is an invention.

      So what's the point in discussing fiction? Articles "soulful" about the invention of writing? This is a doll, a banal doll on which hangs a sign: "children's poet Agnia Barrrrrrtooooooooo".

      What is not clear? There is nothing of their own! Everything is either fictitious or stolen.
  11. AK64
    AK64 25 March 2016 19: 27
    -2
    By the way, judging by how they spun, how some citizens howled and danced, this is a painful topic. So it can be worth it and continue, eh? For example about Pavel Barto. The most interesting was, I must say, a man - one of those who you look at and surprise: "This is necessary, such people - and without an escort! "

    A man managed to live a very long life, without actually working anywhere (at least officially), and without actually leaving any traces of activity: Nothing is known about him. The genius of disguise!

    And he was, by the way, not Paul, but Paul, or Paul - it depends on which of the parents called. Papa Borto is Scotland's purest water, and he worked all his life as managing plants. Mom is a German citizen. And Paul / Paul / Paul ... wrote nursery rhymes in Russian. And it was published strangely:
    “Fat Kutsai” (1926)
    "Ambassador"
    “About the cat Fedka, the hedgehog Khavroska and the white mouse” (1928)
    "Naughty"
    Barto Paul. Grishkin’s toys: [Story for children] / Drawings by A. Mogilevsky. - M.: State Publishing House, 1927. - 16 p.
    "Christmas tree"
    "Campaign for the snakes" (1936)
    “What birds sing about” (M. Children's Literature, 1981)

    Pay attention to the dates: as I said, from 1936 (divorce from Gitlyai) and to 1981 (the death of Agnia) Pavel Barto was not published.
    And what did the man live on, huh?
    1. Rado
      Rado 29 March 2016 19: 08
      +1
      Of course, I wildly apologize, but did you find this information in the archives of Kaunas, or where else?
  12. Sofia
    25 March 2016 22: 34
    +3
    Yes, Andrei, it is difficult for you, apparently, to live ...
    1. AK64
      AK64 26 March 2016 00: 19
      0
      essentially nothing to say?
      1. EvgNik
        EvgNik 26 March 2016 05: 42
        +1
        Quote: AK64
        essentially nothing to say?

        In essence. From Wikipedia (although I don’t always trust her, but still):
        Volova's first husband was the poet Pavel Barto. Together with him, she wrote three poems - "Girl-Roar", "Girl Grubby" and "Counting." In 1927, their son Edgar (Garik) was born, and after 6 years the couple divorced.

        Well, that says it all. And all your fabrications went to hell. Half-true, half-false-it happens, but unfortunately (yours) is not here.
      2. Sofia
        26 March 2016 07: 46
        +1
        Is it possible for you to prove something? If we’ve got to dig in husbands and pseudonyms - here, it seems to me, you can write kilometers of comments - it will be useless. So almost every person can find some facts, and he will be bad right away.
        1. AK64
          AK64 26 March 2016 10: 41
          -1
          So almost every person can find some kind of fact - and he will be immediately bad.


          But this - "oh yes, you can find something for everyone and it will be bad!" - a typical lie of the "little people".

          This is a typical lie and demagoguery: you tell them "bah, you're a thief!" - and in response to "oh, yes you know, because everyone steals ..."

          Yes, yes, we know, we know. Go on.
          1. Sofia
            26 March 2016 11: 23
            +2
            What nonsense. Why hang labels everywhere and accuse everyone of something? Also the most typical feature ... And you, sorry, "The Elephant and the Pug" is obtained in relation to Agniya Lvovna.
            By the way, on one of Pavel Barto's records, in my opinion, "The Bird Encyclopedia", there is material that he worked as an ornithologist for many years. You found three lines on the Internet - you took them on suspicion and let's talk. Even arguing about this is somehow meaningless. Good luck.
            1. AK64
              AK64 26 March 2016 11: 34
              0
              Madam, why are you so jerking something, huh? Something personal?

              "he worked as an ornithologist" - this is just weird: that is how it appears, the revolution, the war, the first five-year plans, the Leningrad arrests - and in the middle of all this Pavel Barto, in a tweed jacket and with a camera, "works as an ornithologist."
              Yes Yes..

              But you still say - why so twitching?

              However, we both know why you jerked: even a grain of truth is enough for all the multi-story buildings of your (many) lies to collapse and crumble.
              True - your (plural) main enemy.
              1. Sofia
                26 March 2016 12: 13
                +1
                This is about 60-70's, what kind of revolution and war, dear? At least learn the basics of history or something.
                So you are twitching something. Compare comment volumes. Although the basics of mathematics, learn something.
                Now I'm on suspicion)) is funny ...
                1. AK64
                  AK64 26 March 2016 12: 50
                  -2
                  This is about the 60-70s, what kind of revolution and war, dear?

                  Have fun ... Have fun ...

                  You would, madam, at least look at the dates of Paul’s life before writing anything. And the dates of the life of her heroine should be learned.


                  At least learn the basics of history, or something.


                  Well, is it not funny: a person who does not know the dates will teach. That's really true: if you can’t do it yourself, go teach others.

                  So you are twitching something. Compare comment volumes. Although the basics of mathematics, learn something.


                  The twitching, as I see it, continues: Spin like a worm in a pan.
                  And what happened? After all, if you look closely, I just told a small story. And to whom can a small such story hurt? Have I said at least one word of untruth (unlike, by the way, from you)?

                  This, apparently, you have something personal? What exactly?
                  Yes you say, do not be shy. Especially since we (everyone) understood everything perfectly, and understood right away.

                  What is it (plural) from the truth that is so crooked?
                  You look, God’s not a fraer, skews the whole side of a lie.
                  1. Sofia
                    26 March 2016 13: 59
                    0
                    The years of Paul Barto's life are from 1904 to 1986. The record I wrote about was released on 81. That's about 60-70 and it, when he was an ornithologist, already understood, finally?
                    Krylov's fable is still fair ... I feel sorry for you, that's the truth. What's mad at you? Better read good books. Well, if you don't want Agniya Lvovna's poems, take Shukshin's story "Cut". Maybe it will help ...
                    1. AK64
                      AK64 26 March 2016 14: 44
                      -1
                      The years of Paul Barto's life are from 1904 to 1986. The record I wrote about was released on 81. That's about 60-70 and it, when he was an ornithologist, already understood, finally?


                      Interesting: born in 1904 --- and immediately hit the 60-70s. On a time machine?

                      Yes, and "worked as an ornithologist" is an anecdote in itself: for those who did not understand, mind you, not "a researcher at a research institute", but "worked as an ornithologist." To put it simply, wearing a tweed jacket, I watched the birds through binoculars.

                      I’m not joking about the birds: Pavel Nikolaevich really constantly, almost his whole life, watched the birds. Through binoculars. Loved the bird man.

                      But where did you get money for life?


                      Krylov’s fable is still true ...


                      Why are you spinning like that, huh? Is it really burning so much?
                      By the way, I will disappoint you, Madame - Krylov has LOTS of fables.

                      I feel sorry for you, that's true.

                      That is, you were caught in a lie - and you immediately feel sorry for the one who caught? It's funny. In psychology, this seems to be called "reflection."


                      What's mad at you? Better read good books. Well, if you don't want Agniya Lvovna's poems, take Shukshin's story "Cut". Maybe it will help ...


                      But this is already a cheap attempt to discredit the interlocutor: "look how uncultured he is (this Russian boor) - he didn’t even read books!"

                      In general, madam, I tell you again: you personally already all understandable. And the longer you spin in the pan - the more understandable.

                      PS: yes, your friend is in the emergency. This is to make it clear

                      ZZY: in general, the conversation with you is over: I'm not interested in talking with a hamish liar. You are ignoring, madam. And continue to insist - go to the emergency.

                      This is not a threat - this is hygiene.
                      1. AK64
                        AK64 26 March 2016 15: 08
                        -1
                        By the way, after a little thought I brought it into the emergency situation unconditionally: nothing personal, just hygiene - everything I said can be easily checked in three or four clicks, and there is absolutely nothing to "argue" about here: well, you can't argue with the multiplication table?
                        On the other hand, bickering with ... disavows the information that I gave above.

                        Hello.
                      2. gizz
                        gizz April 8 2016 23: 21
                        +1
                        Black envy?
            2. EvgNik
              EvgNik 26 March 2016 12: 14
              +3
              Sophia, don’t worry. This squabble is not worth it to waste your nerves. A bunch of comments and not a single sensible one insults. Unworthy of a man.
              1. Sofia
                26 March 2016 14: 01
                0
                Thank you, Evgeny Nikolaevich! Yes, ashamed just ....
                1. Sofia
                  28 March 2016 14: 44
                  +1
                  And to you, Andrei, once again: you did not understand anything and you simply could not understand. Bring in anyone and as much as you want - maybe the poison in the soul will be less.
  13. Warrior2015
    Warrior2015 26 March 2016 01: 43
    0
    But I ask you a simple question about the administration of the VO site - but what about the article about the poetess (!) Well, not just on the VO site, but what does she do in the Military Archive - MILITARY ELITE?!?
    In my opinion, there are articles, for example, on Count Suvorov - yes, that's it.
    1. EvgNik
      EvgNik 26 March 2016 05: 47
      +3
      Quote: Warrior2015
      In my opinion, here are articles, for example, on Count Suvorov - yes, that's it

      And who forbids you to read articles about Suvorov? Read for God's sake.
      Do not like the article - do not read. The choice for every taste.
    2. Sofia
      26 March 2016 07: 41
      +3
      Isn't this poet worthy to be on the site? Indeed, immediately after the Victory, the consequences of the war did not disappear by themselves. And everything that people have done to combat these consequences is the archive. And the heading is not "Military Elite", but simply "Elite". In my opinion, everything is correct.
  14. Reptiloid
    Reptiloid 26 March 2016 13: 55
    +2
    Sophia ---- Well done !! RESPECT! !
    I'm on a trip, so short.