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Summer of the 99th, Volgograd, hellish bee-plus 40 for sure. There is nobody on the street, silence, I am walking somewhere in this heat. The first album, "Chamomile" rattles from the open window. Every time I hear the first album, I return at that moment: heat, I am 14 years old and I go, no matter where or where. A feeling of absolute freedom and life, which ahead.
I saved the money for a long time on the cassette "Chamomile", walked collected metal and handed over to acceptance - everything to listen to it. When I bought it and came home, dad was waiting for me in the car and he had the same cassette - he bought it on the same day. It was then that I realized that my father has a good musical taste.
I met a girl at the beginning of summer in a bot in VK. Met, walked a couple of times. A week later they rushed to St. Petersburg. While they were there, against the background and in my head, my companion’s favorite song constantly played - “Live in your head”. They returned from there and began to live in a place. In general, for three years in marriage. And Zemfira is an unofficial sponsor of our relations
I will not go into walks on the memorial lien and remember everything until the first song. I’ll tell you better the story: once, when I was still at school, Zemfira was released by a new “thank you” album, and early in the morning she was assigned an autograph session at Mayakovskaya in one yellow communication salon. I really liked it then, and for the sake of such an event I walked the school, without telling my parents, I bought a disk, arrived two hours before the intended time alone, defended the turn and got an autograph! When Zemfira asked my name, I was confused and blurted out: "Kiryusha." So the disk is signed - “Kiryusha from Z”. It still lies on the shelf.
Year 1999 or 2000. We had a cool tape recorder and several discs to it: Vysotsky, “Old Songs of the Main” and Zemfira. I was about seven years old, I was alone at home and decided to go. I turned on Zemfira, took a broom and, dancing, began to sweep. After 15 minutes, my parents came and saw me, no longer cleaning, but simply dancing with a broom and screaming "Hell, chamomile!" Once every half minute - I did not know other words. More than 20 years have passed, but I should hear this song, I immediately remember that day.
I remember how, already being a fan and having been a couple of concerts, I first consciously waited for a new album - then I went out to “live in your head”. He went out at night (in my time zone), I studied in the 11th grade, lay at night in the headphones and listened from beginning to end several times in a circle, naturally cried, because, of course, it was the first love and every song about me! Then and now it still causes breathing from the "river", as well as from an earlier "aircraft".
The first memory of Zemfira: the summer of the 99th year, I am 12 years old, in the country I arranged a complex system of portable columns and a CD player, I am wearing beds with strawberries and jumping under the song "Chamomile". Heat, cottage, childhood, happiness!
The first song of Zemfira was for me “Aryvederechi” from the debut album. I was then 11 years old. In Russia, then, more recently, MTV was launched, and the clip for the song was then often spent. It was 1999, and that year I became an excellent student at school and was released from exams. Largely thanks to these events with this song, I am connected by one of the warmest memories.
In 2000, teenagers went to Katmandu competitions. On each trip by bus, drivers were asked to put a cassette with the first two albums. It came to absolutely everyone, every exit is a small concert.
In the 90s, my parents were still together, his father’s friend worked as a director of a popular music store in the city. For all the holidays, he gave our family audio cassettes, among them there were albums of Zemfira. At home parties with the participation of friends of our family and their children, Zemfira songs sounded, and this is what I remember when I listen to her now. The smell of hot sandwiches, French meat. Young parents in dance 💔
Zemfira, I began to listen to about 15 years, the unhappy first love contributed to this. And in 2013, she came out the album "Live in your head." And there was a tour. And including in Ukraine. And so we are going from a dad from a small village in the Zaporizhzhya region to Dnepropetrovsk for a concert of the adored Zemfira. All night in the reserved seat on the upper side shelf, I listened to the song “Chamomile” in anticipation of the concert. The next day was an amazing three -hour concert. It was pure magic.
For the first time I listened to Zemfira in the spring of 2005, it was an album of Wendetta, I was 14. To say that I was demolished from music, poems, moods and atmosphere - to say nothing. I still think this is her best record. Since then, I attended more than 35 Zemfira concerts in various cities of the world. Thanks to concerts, he met the best girl in the world, met all his current friends, visited amazing and unique stories and plan to continue in the same spirit. Zemfira changed my whole life - and I am very grateful to her for it!
I was 11 years old, and my brother and I glued the wallpaper during the repair. On the street it was so gray (April the month in the north is not as sunny as in Moscow), the crows croaked gloomily, a room without furniture, the mood is medium. In silence, the work was not glued (pun), and the brother took out the cassette that we bought in a kiosk in the market, while we chose glue and other repair tools (here I wrote and felt endlessly old). At first I did not listen at all, and then I played the Aryvederechi. It was as if at that moment a teenage life began at that moment - with this song I began to listen to music, writing down the words in the notebook (stop - wrote, stop - rewind). Acquaintance with Russian rock, stripes and chains on jeans ... Zemfira was my favorite performer for a very long time, and now I sometimes listen - I know almost all of her songs by heart.
When I just left to study, the best evenings with my friends went as follows: we went to the Nino Georgian bar, spent a thorough non -showing (that is, poured all the waiters and bartenders), sprinkled before the closure and, waiting for the last German to drink his “Pilzer” and retire, turned on the full volume “Do you want?” And the "walk" and danced in a closed bar until the morning. It was grandiose!
In my nine years, my family had a long move from Uzbekistan to Moscow. As I remember now: the album of Zemfira is the soundtrack of the looking at the window of our family car, I do not understand why we are moving and how it will be all. And also: "Muscovites will wake me up too?"
For the first time, Zemfira’s songs were relevant for me when I met with a young man at the distance at 18. The lines “hung in the wrong cities” and “conditional borders, I am with you” turned out to be more relevant than ever. Zemfira always helps to survive unrequited love or difficult moments associated with relationships.
My girlfriend and I "guessed the Zemfira." They asked any question, most often about boys or exams, made a number, for example 15, and in search of music in VKontakte they counted the fifteenth song from the beginning. The text of this song is the answer to the question. For example, if “chamomiles” fell out, then we scored and enjoyed life on a guy. In general, Zemfira’s texts can be interpreted as you want - we successfully and did it.
I was 15, and in the summer of 2000 I had the most fashionable summer dress in the country - the Sitz pattern was absolutely identical to flowers on the cover of Zemfira's first album. The dress was the reason for meeting the first guy: the first love and the first kiss on the sandy beach of Anapa. At 16, with a cheap guitar in my hands, I sang “Goodbye” at the casting of the musical “Notre-Dame de Paris” at the Moscow Operetta Theater, and the English producers invited me to the second round-my first creative victory! The longest concert I visited in my life was April 1, 2008 in Olympic, everyone was in such a happy trance that this evening simply could not end on time! Zemfira said goodbye and went out again, and again said goodbye, and again sang - in the end, already sitting on the sound column, exhausted, but happy. The last songs were so old that she herself already forgot the words and the hall sang them for her. Perhaps the best concert in my life. In October 2020, on the eve of the next European Locdown, my friends and I returned along an empty highway from Venice to Geneva, tourist movements were already banned, but we risked and drove four and a half hours at night. The road we spent the roads of Zemfira, set all the albums in a row, voted all the songs by heart and were amazed that we remember all the texts! Four and a half hours of Zemfira’s songs from Venice to Geneva, we laughed that her music could be measured by distances. With the new album, I think, you can now get to Rome!
The first thing I remember about Zemfira is when everyone listened to the song “AIDS”. I was twelve years old. I had no idea what AIDS is, and was in shock that if you had AIDS, it means that for some reason we will die. No one told me what it was, because none of the children knew in the yard, although they said that they knew, and my mother did not even want to talk about such a thing, because it was too early for me, but still someone told me that this was such a terrible illness. And then I walked and thought, and suddenly I will meet a person who has AIDS, and he will tell me about it, and then we will immediately die. But then the album “Fourteen weeks of silence” was released. When I listened to him, I was just fourteen years old. This is a time when you constantly fall in love with everyone in a row and you fly every spring, but you don’t walk, and I still remember this feeling from the song “Paranoi”, or rather, even from losing at first, and from the chorus of the “Macho” song. Immediately the heart is shrinking from nostalgia and memories, I want to cry.
The song “Macho” forever contacted my head with a hard abuse, which I got involved when I was 16. The guy was 10 years older and really told me where to go, who to believe, and was often drunk. Fortunately, a year later I was able to find that we had different codes in our eyes, and crawled out of these relations. Now, after 11 years, I always listen to this song in a very specific situation: when I’m driving one in the evening or night Moscow. I sing in a voice, sometimes crying, but I always think about how far I have gone from this hell, how much my life has changed for the better. I know a rather frivolous interpretation of meaning, but for me. Thank you, h, you are a goddess.
During the Zemfira concert in 2000, in Haifa, when she performed a song about Anechka and T-shirts, I took off my shirt from some fright and threw it onto the stage. I thought it would fall under her feet, and Mike hung right on the guitar ... But Zemfira well done, did not even stop the song, but quickly brushed the T -shirt from the guitar. And a few days later, on one of the Israeli sites, she stated: “In Russia, everything is not so bad with clothes to rush at me with T -shirts.” I was very proud.
For the first time I heard on the radio in the spring and summer of the 99th during the session. The classmate conveyed hello to our group. I was 20 years old. The song "Muscovites (Aryvederechi)." In the summer of 2000, I went to the States for four months. Soon, my girlfriend sent me discs with the first and second albums. I worked on the delivery of pizza and often listened to these two discs in the car. It was difficult: another country, separation from a loved one. Sometimes I imagined that if I met Zemfira, I would definitely tell how her songs helped her mouth, not to be sad and believe that everything would be fine.
I am 32, outside the window of the 12th floor, the gray walls of Moscow houses in a haze. But you turn on the "daisies" - you are 12 at once, and you and classmates at the school for thousands of kilometers in the sun flooded with a small cozy city. PMML is an autumn park near the house where leaves are noisy underfoot. And “I was looking” - I suddenly in our old apartment (where childhood passed and which has gone for a long time), a small TV is included, my sister and I do not understand a word, but I like the song. The first album of Zemfira is a teleport into the past, it is such an attraction of memory that collapses some huge avalanche of memories, feelings, smells.
Probably the first song that I heard at Zemfira was "forgive me my love." Then he studied in elementary school. I was fascinated by the clip that was played on MTV. And the melody itself. Later, I heard other songs, but they did not cause delight (well, maybe “Arvederers” more). When I was 16 years old, I was in a very toxic relationship at a distance. The man in whom I was in love often listened to Zemfira. He threw songs. I heard the “Results” and fell in love again. Then he began to listen to her entire discography. And every song, every text found a response inside. I took it to the lines, put it in statuses. It seemed that Zemfira sings about everything that was happening to me now. Then the toxic relationships ended, but the music remained. But no negative associations. On the contrary, good. I think that in adolescence, her songs helped me a lot to cope with a kind of always unstable emotional state. At one point, I already listened to Zemfira and for a long time did not return to her songs. Only later, when in 2013 he went out "to live in your head." And then they gave me a collection of the first three albums as a keepsake. I listened again. Smiled. And he began to move on. Therefore, Zemfira’s songs for me are that summer, youth, 16 years, correspondence and Skype until the morning, naivety and constantly broken heart. Real nostalgia.
History was chosen by Yuri Saprykin - the younger