In recent weeks, Kursk scandals have filled all news releases. Then the newly elected governor allowed himself anti-Semitic statements. Then, in the regional administration building, Rutsky’s assistant Sergei Maksachev was beaten.

Television remains one of the most powerful means of influencing people. In many commercials you can see men sighing doomedly when looking at black jackets. Their sadness is so understandable - the poor guys have dandruff! Or mysteriously smiling girls, every now and then flashing on the screen and presenting shampoos to their boyfriends...

Hello, Sobesednik newspaper and my favorite Hi-Fi group! When I told my friends that I would write you a letter, they began to laugh: “Yes, yes! That’s what they answered you!” They generally tease me all the time. And my cousin Lena (she lives in Moscow) said that Timofey danced striptease before he got into Hi-Fi. She even saw his act in some club and said she liked it. I wonder if Timofey performs in striptease now? I would come and see it too. He dances - just great!

We live in a terribly interesting situation now. In a situation of hope for one person. On whom everything depends, on whom all responsibility is held and who can do us much better, or maybe much worse. That is, there is nothing new in this situation. We have been living like this for the last eighty years. The entire Soviet power was an era of Dependence on One: on the degree of his bloodthirstiness or, on the contrary, liberalism.

A new film academy, claiming two statuses at once - national and Russian Oscar, was born in the first pavilion of Mosfilm. The baby turned out to be flesh and blood Nikita Mikhalkov, with the same lordly scope and pathos of an eternal winner. Well, if the “Golden Eagle” so stubbornly insists on being related to the American award, then we will judge him by European standards.

When they say that something Russian is the best in the world, it smacks of bragging. Unless, of course, this “Russian” concerns space, ballet and some sports. However, now the series can rightfully be continued with the word “circus”. Firstly, today it is important to speak in enthusiastic terms about the ring attendants due to the fact that the best clown in the world, Vyacheslav Polunin, brought his “SNOW show” to Moscow.

On January 26, in the capital’s neurosurgery department of the hospital named after. Burdenko, artistic director of “Pesnyary” Vladimir Mulyavin, died. In May last year, the artist was in a car accident. He was undergoing rehabilitation, and relatives claimed that Mulyavin was on the mend, but... Moscow said goodbye to the musician on the 27th. After a civil funeral service at the Rossiya State Central Concert Hall, Vladimir Mulyavin’s body was sent by plane to Minsk.

In order to again remind the public of themselves, “Strelki” starred in a new erotic film with elements of sadomasochism, “Mumiy Troll” released an album with the modest title “The Best”, and Sergei Penkin was going to enter medical school. Meanwhile, throughout January, the group “Brilliant” with the song “I Still Flew” confidently occupied the first lines of all kinds of charts.

“I don’t look at my opponents, I skate for myself” — Have you already psychologically moved away from the last season, which was not very successful for you? — I don’t quite agree with the way the question is posed. I recovered from last season not so much psychologically as physically. It was very difficult to survive all the injuries that befell me: two groins, a knee, a back, an Achilles... How is your health this year? — So far, pah-pah-pah, no injuries.

The past week has been marked by ice. If at the beginning in Moscow 24 people were hospitalized due to injuries received on slippery roads, then by the end the figure had already exceeded 170. Local emergency On January 20, previously convicted 28-year-old Stanislav Tereshkov from the regional center of Magdagachi, Amur Region, received a decent sentence (15 years). He caused chaos in the “Solnyshko” kindergarten, where his daughter was raised. At about 2 p.m.

As you know, ideal vision is 1.0. Those who cannot boast of it have a hard time: they are not hired not only as astronauts, but even as drivers. However, there are lucky people with super vision of 150 and even 200 percent. For example, Vyacheslav KURENKOV, chief physician of the Moscow Research Ophthalmological Center “New Look,” he sees one hundred and fifty. “In childhood, many people have supervision, but no one cares,” Vyacheslav himself explained to us.

Two hunters are walking through the taiga, a Chukchi meets them. They ask: -Where is the store? - You will reach that mountain, and on Tuesday you will turn right. Father: “Daughter, yesterday I saw you driving a car, and a handsome gray-haired man was sitting next to you. - This is my instructor. But he was a brunette before he got into the car. A man on the subway gives up his seat to an elderly woman. She: - What are you talking about! Don't worry! I'll wait. - Nothing, nothing, sit down!

In 1932, on May 15, Stalin issued a decree ordering that the name of God be forgotten Stalin, as you know, did not tolerate rivals. It was easy for him to deal with earthly ones: he declared them an enemy of the people and was sent to the wall. With God, the situation was more complicated: despite the most severe repressions against the church, the people did not cease to love and trust in the Lord.

Persons included in a certain “black list” The apartment of the General Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee Yuri Andropov on the 6th floor of building No. 26 on Kutuzovsky Prospekt was put up for auction. The owner of the apartment, pianist Nikolai Petrov, decided to get rid of the living space: as he admitted to Sobesednik, in the 10 years of owning it, he had never spent the night here. “Now I’m actually not the owner of the apartment on Kutuzovsky,” Petrov told us.

Galich was destroyed by an enraged music center One of the most difficult losses of this kind was the death of the bard Alexander Galich. In Paris in December 1977, he made a fateful purchase: a music center. Returning home with new clothes, Alexander Arkadyevich began to assemble the center - and he was electrocuted. The poet's heart could not bear the load, and the bard died.