Bulat Okudzhava, author of two hundred original and pop songs, at least some of which everyone has probably heard, was born.
What will I tell your family?
How will I stand before the widow?
Should I really swear by yesterday?
Take your coat and let's go home.
He was born into a family of Bolsheviks who had come from Tiflis to Moscow for party training. His father was executed in 1937, and his mother was exiled to Karlag in 1938.
Have mercy, swift time,
Stop your cruel running.
This burden is beyond my capacity,
The burden of anxiety and loss
At 18, he went to the front. He was wounded and demobilized in 1944.
Ah, the war, what are you, mean, did:
instead of weddings - separation and smoke,
Our girls dresses are white
They gave to their sisters
Upon his return, he received his high school diploma. He graduated from the Philology Department of Tbilisi University. He worked as a teacher of Russian language and literature in the Kaluga region.
O great eternal army,
where words and rubles have no power,
where everyone is a private: after all, love has no marshals!
He began writing songs in the 1940s. During the "thaw," after his parents' rehabilitation, he joined the party and moved to Moscow.
Your pedestrians are not great people,
They click their heels - they are in a hurry to get things done.
Ah, Arbat, my Arbat, you are my religion,
your pavements lie beneath me
Okudzhava's popularity grew. In 1961, he gave his first solo concert in Kharkov. In 1962, he made his film debut. In 1970, "Belorussky Station" was released, featuring his song "We Need One Victory." Overall, Okudzhava's songs have appeared in over 80 films.
Your Excellency, Lady Luck,
For whom you are kind, and to whom otherwise.
Nine grams in the heart, wait, don't call,
I'm not lucky in death, I'm lucky in love!
He wrote short stories and novels. He translated. In 1989, he became a founding member of the Russian PEN Center. In 1990, he left the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. He was a member of the Memorial Society and held an active democratic stance.
Well, Generalissimo, excellent,
your descendants, you say, are partial to you?
There is no way to calm them down or persuade them...
Some people bully and insult you,
others paint everything and extol it,
and they pray and long for resurrection
Died in 1997.
