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WHO SAYS THAT WAR IS NOT SCARY,

HE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THE WAR

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War... Only when this word is pronounced, the heart is filled with fear, the fear of losing family and friends, the fear of losing the Motherland. War... This word echoes from the deep past, bringing horror to many generations. “Who says that war is not scary,” asked Yulia Drunina.

I've seen hand-to-hand combat so many times,

Once in reality. And a thousand - in a dream.

Who says that war is not scary?

He knows nothing about the war.

This quatrain was written in 1943, when there was no end in sight to the war. When the 19-year-old poetess Yulia Drunina herself was “marked” by fragments of the war, she was wounded several times. She fought until November 21, 1944, when she received the document “...unfit for military service.” She returns to Moscow, goes to the Literary Institute, but is denied admission. Then she comes with the students to the lecture and stays here. No one dared to refuse her. And how can you refuse her? To a front-line soldier? Although, looking at this fragile girl, many could not believe that she had returned from the hell of fighting.

The old tape is charred wood.

Young Aleinikov, young Bernes.

The daughter says: “Primitive”!

Maybe there is truth in these words,

Only courage, and loyalty, and honor -

Enduring motive.

They were developed on film by the war...

How tired I am of halftones -

As if we are afraid of strong passions

The way they fear uninvited guests...

The old tape is a charred forest,

Bernes sings “Dark Night”.

Oh, how exciting the simple motive is,

How “primitive” conquers hearts!

Seventeen-year-old girls worked as nurses on the battlefield, rescuing wounded soldiers under a retinue of bullets. We spent the night in the trenches, in the forest in the snow. Thanks to their exploits, many lives were saved. The author admires the courage of these girls:

Turning pale,

Gritting my teeth from the crunch,

From the native trench

One

You gotta break away

And the parapet

Jump under fire

Must.

After all, you can't pretend

Before myself,

What don't you hear in the night?

How almost hopeless

"Sister!"

Someone is there

Under fire, screaming...

War is a terrible manifestation of the cruelty of those who start it. There are no winners in war. All parties suffer. Everyone suffers losses. In order not to repeat the mistakes of the past, it is necessary to remember the horrors of war and maintain peace by all means. So that future generations will always live under peaceful skies.

The song “Clouds in Blue” is playing

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The song “Oh, these clouds in blue” from the film “Moscow Saga” performed by Kristina Orbakaite is a modern composition, but there is a legend that the basis of the song was written in 1942, and composer Alexander Zhurbin found the score in the archives. This is not so, as the composer himself confirms. Authors (text) of words: Aksyonov V., Sinyavsky P.

The film "Moscow Saga" is a film adaptation of the novel of the same name by Vasily Aksenov, directed by Dmitry Barshchevsky, script by Natalya Violina. Alexander Zhurbin, who was still living in America at that time, was ordered a song for the film, he composed a waltz and played it over the phone to Russia. Pyotr Sinyavsky wrote words for the melody based on the novel. In the novel itself, the poem about clouds in blue is mentioned, but its text is not in the novel.

There is another song by Zhurbin in the film, heard in passing and not fully performed by Olga Budina - “Guests were coming to the dacha” (the words were written by Zhurbin’s wife, translator Irena Ginzburg, and she sang the full version in the TV show “Life is Beautiful” on the CTC channel on August 14 2005).

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“Pre-war Waltz” is a real tragic story from the life of Soviet citizens, especially the inhabitants of Brest. The song is entirely dedicated to the calm pre-war days and memories of these cloudless moments. Pre-war normal times are briefly described here. The running of trams, a film about the Volga in a cinema, the living faces of loved ones - all this was safe and sound before the Great Patriotic War. The interesting thing is that there was nothing to indicate the coming tragedy.

This song is essentially a memoir of a peaceful, carefree life. It stands before our eyes even during many war years.

The author of the words to the song was the talented poet F. Laube. The famous composer P. Aedonitsky set his poems to his music. The author was able to create a text sad enough to convey the grief of war. Aedonitsky designed this song text with beautiful tragic music of a heartbreaking nature. An interesting composition performed by Kobzon became the most popular version of the “Pre-War Waltz”.

“Peaceful sky over the Brest fortress,

Still alive, still alive...

The song "Pre-War Waltz" is playing

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Many old songs about the war have survived to this day. From the era of the VIA we have heard the best works by Lev Leshchenko and Joseph Kobzon, which glorify the Soviet military who won an incredibly difficult and bloody victory. So Olga Voronets’ hit has survived to this day without losing its soulfulness. “The Ballad of Colors” forever captures the memory of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, front-line soldiers, who at the cost of their lives, health and youth paved the way for their descendants to a safe life and freedom.

It's nice to hear patriotic memorable hits like this. This composition glorifies the scene of the farewell of family members before being sent to the front. Mom walked her children to the train. Both sons fought to the bitter end. The sadness will dissipate when the plot tells about the happy ending of such a separation. The mother was lucky, one in three villages. Both sons returned home from the war safe and sound. They have everything intact, and they brought home a lot of awards. Only now the guys' hair is covered with gray. It's gloomy to hear about their comparison with "deadly whiteness." It’s a pity that there were a lot of such young people in our country. Lost youth, however, was not even discussed. Everyone was glad that their relatives returned home alive.

Special words should be said about the sad music of this hit. Songs dedicated to the participants of the Great Patriotic War almost always had a calm sound content. And the words almost always present a sad plot. It is very sad to listen to such songs of Victory for those who lost their loved ones during the Second World War.

The song “Ballad of Colors” is playing

Music: O. Feltsman Words: R. Rozhdestvensky

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Songs of the war years, as well as those written after the war but dedicated to those difficult years, sound no less poignant today than before. They are a tribute to the memory of those who died, and a gift to those who survived the tragic years of the Great Patriotic War. “Dark Night”, “Let’s Light a Smoke”, “Wait for Me” and many other songs written during the Great Patriotic War are true masterpieces of musical lyrics.

Great Patriotic War 1941-1945 was an incredibly difficult test for our people, army, and state. However, despite the huge losses, the feeling of rightness and justice of their cause caused a colossal surge of creative energy.

“If there were no war” is an entirely military song, describing in a manner typical of many hits of that time the whole vague picture of the combat burden for the people of the USSR. The composition was released back in 1983. For the third decade now, she has been giving us her beautiful lines in poetry and melody. Its verbal part was performed by Igor Shaferan. The music for the hit was written by Mark Minkov. Together they made a pretty good musical composition.

The lyrics of the hit talk about the suffering of a woman in separation from her beloved. The guy went to war. This confused the woman, because at any moment the war could take her lover away from her forever. She dreams that there will be no war. The composition is replete with women's feelings and experiences. The words of the hit title are repeated many times in this composition. This leads to the fact that its main goal is clear to almost every listener.

To date, several variations of its execution have been performed. The most famous of them is the version performed by Tolkunova. A female singer sings about military love like no other.

The song “If there were no war” is playing

Music: Mark Minkov Lyrics: Igor Shaferan

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The song "Ogonyok" is a famous Soviet military composition. The author of the words for it was Mikhail Isakovsky. The author of the music for the hit remains unknown. The song is confidently considered folk.

The lyrics of the hit tell us about a guy who went to the front. Memories of his dear beloved actively help him fight in battles for the Soviet Motherland.

The exact date of the hit is not known. What is clear is that its text was published on April 19, 1943. It was published in the newspaper Pravda. The poem by Mikhail Isakovsky was called that way. Various Soviet talents, composers and musicians began to compose music for these words. Among them were M. Blanter, N. Makarova, as well as L. Schwartz and A. Mityushin. Amateurs also tried themselves: N. Chugunov, as well as V. Nikitenko. The melodies they created had nothing at all similar to the one that gained wide popularity.

The song "Ogonyok" is playing

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This romantic composition was released thanks to individual talents. The music for the hit was written by composer M. Fradkin. The lyrics for the song were created by the famous Soviet poet E. Dolmatovsky. Together these people created a very tender and lyrical musical hit on a military theme. In addition to romance, the song also contains sadness, because the hero is forced to say goodbye to the beautiful lady at the end of the night. Being far from his own home on a military campaign, the soldier feels with all his heart longing for his homeland. This region is alien to him. Contrary to this, he gets a moment of feeling of homeland, thanks to the gentle beauty. She dances and has fun with him, giving him rest and distracting him from the realities of war. The hero of the song forgets about all the bitterness of battles and foreign lands. But alas, this only lasted until the morning. Many music lovers rate the song as one of the best military-themed compositions. Although there are no direct hints about front-line activity, it is already clear to everyone what’s what. Unfortunately, over time, fewer and fewer such compositions are created, but, fortunately, “Random Waltz” will always delight us with its music and words.

Initially the song was called "Officer's Waltz" and when I.V. Stalin listened to the song, he was indignant: "an officer should not dance, but fight.." and then the name of the song had to be replaced with "random waltz"

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"For love is strong as death..."

When a woman’s voice from the radio speaker, from the TV screen, accompanied by simple chords, entered with the words “The sky will be covered with dust motes of stars, and the branches will bend elastically...”, it seemed that you couldn’t even breathe right now until the song ended, until this persistent ringing voice will say “we are each other’s stellar memory”...

Words that were repeated by the whole country, at least the female part of it, trying it on for themselves and desperately wanting the same - no, not crazy, but calm love. Love that gives you confidence in the future. That love when there is only one heart for two. That love that allows you to hear each other and guess thoughts at a distance. That love that even death is not afraid of.

According to the memoirs of Evgeny Matveev, “... the song “Echo of Love” was not created according to well-known creative canons. Strangely enough,” he notes, “but the voice was born first of all. In my director’s consciousness, in my feeling, a fragile, gentle voice was born, affectionate, which could convey the subtlest nuances of complex love. And this was the voice of Anna German. And when I shared this thought with Robert Rozhdestvensky, Evgeny Ptichkin and Pyotr Proskurin, the author of the novel “Fate”, on which I made the film, they all came to delight. We did not yet know the words, we did not yet know the music, we knew only one thing: Anna must sing. Her voice is able to convey all the subtleties of this amazing human feeling - the feeling of love. I must say, the song was written easily by both the poet and the composer. And when We sent a telegram to Anna German in Warsaw asking for her consent to sing in our film, and in an instant we received a positive response. We immediately sent her the notes, naturally, fearing: what if she doesn’t like it? And here is the telegram: “The key is such and such.. "I'm flying out."

When Anna arrived in Moscow in 1977 for a recording studio, she recorded a song with a symphony orchestra without rehearsals. She arrived with a temperature of about forty, but with a passionate desire to sing. Even then, after the terrible Italian accident, after she learned to walk again, after a difficult and dangerous birth, as if all this was not enough to ruin her life, the doctors diagnosed cancer. Incurable.

Evgeny Matveev later recalled that he had to record the song several times in a row. As soon as Anna entered with a verse, the orchestra began to play out of tune. Matveev did not immediately understand what was happening. Then his heart sank: the violinists and cellists, looking at the singer, whose strength was literally leaving before her eyes, began to cry quietly: Anna sang as if she was saying goodbye to life.

The film “Destiny” had not yet been released, there were no television programs yet, there were only radio broadcasts, but “Echo of Love” was loved. The letters testified to the success of the song, they came and came. The authors of the letters asked, demanded again and again to convey their favorite song:

The song “Echo of Love” is playing

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This is a song about simple, but at the same time unearthly love. It was written for a Soviet film about the war, about experiences, about that complicated love. The meaning of the song is that true love is not afraid of any obstacles, difficulties, distances, or even death.

A very strong song, yes. and a very beautiful story. This song is from the category of eternal values..

“Whoever says that war is not scary knows nothing about war,” said Yu.V. Drunina. And this is true, because war is the worst thing that can happen in a person’s life. We, the great Russian people, bow our heads to the fallen heroes who did the impossible and saved the future of our country. The price to pay for victory is very high... And nothing can be corrected, all that remains is to remember and mourn those who gave their lives for the sake of our bright future...

Compiled by: Nazarova T.I.,

Leading librarian of the Central Library named after. N. Krupskaya

Pre-war waltz

Peaceful sky over the Brest fortress,

Happy faces in a cramped apartment.

Waltz. The political instructor invites the bride,

A brand new cube shines on his buttonhole.

And outside the window, outside the window, the beauty of the new moon,

Weeping willows whisper with Bug.

Year forty-one, beginning of June.

Still alive, still alive

Still alive, everyone, everything, everything.

Looks at Nevsky from the Utyosov poster,

“Volga, Volga” is playing in cinemas.

Again Kronstadt sees off the sailors:

Their training trip will not last long.

And behind the stern, behind the stern of the white night, meditation,

Seagulls circle over the Gulf of Finland.

Year forty-one, beginning of June.

Still alive, still alive

Still alive, everyone, everything, everything.

Past the facade of the Bolshoi Theater

Trams are rushing to rest, ringing loudly.

The tenth grade exams are tomorrow,

The eternal flame at the Kremlin does not burn.

Everything is ahead, everything is still, everything is the day before...

Twenty happy sunrises left...

Year forty-one, beginning of June.

Still alive, still alive

Still alive, everyone, everything, everything.

The pre-war waltz reminded me of many things,

The waltz resurrected faces dear to us,

Who did the front road bring us together with?

Who we had to be separated from forever.

Years have passed and again it’s a quiet evening outside.

Friends look silently from the portraits.

They're all alive, they're all alive

They are all alive, all, all...

In our memory today and forever

They're all alive, they're all alive

They are all alive, all, all, all!

Ballad of Colors

He was red, like a stew of saffron milk caps,

Red, like oranges in the snow.

Mother joked, mother was cheerful:

“I gave birth to a son from the sun!”

And her other one was black and black,

Black, like burnt tar.

She laughed at the questions,

She said: “The night was too black!”

In the forty-first, forty memorable year,

The loudspeakers shouted trouble.

Both sons, both two, the salt of the earth -

They bowed to mom at the waist. And they left.

I had a chance to smell the young ones in battle

Red mad fire and black smoke,

The evil greenery of stagnant fields,

The gray color of front-line hospitals.

Both sons, both two, two wings

They fought until victory. Mother was waiting.

She did not anger, she did not curse fate.

The funeral went around her hut.

She was lucky, happiness suddenly struck her.

One lucky person in three villages around.

She's lucky. Lucky for her! Lucky!

Both sons returned to the village.

Both sons, both two, flesh and become.

The sons sit side by side, shoulder to shoulder.

Hands are intact, legs are intact - what else!

They drink green wine, as usual.

Both have changed hair color -

The hair turned deathly white...

Apparently there is a lot of white paint on the war.

Even before we met, we were separated,

And yet I see dreams about you.

Well, could we live without each other?

I guess I became old before my time,

Yes, but this is not your fault.

What a beautiful couple we would be,

My dear, if there were no war,

My dear. if there had been no war.

And again you stretch out your hands

You are calling from the direction of no return.

Our grandchildren would already go to school,

My dear, if there were no war,

My dear, if there were no war.

No one disturbs the gate by knocking,

And I'm going deaf from this silence.

You would be older, and I would be younger,

My dear, if there were no war,

My dear, if there were no war.

Ogonyok

Girl in position

I saw off the fighter,

On a dark night I said goodbye

On the porch steps.

And while behind the fogs

The boy could see

On the window on the girl's

The fire was still burning.

The guy was met by a friendly team

Frontline family,

There were comrades everywhere

There were friends everywhere

But a familiar street

He could not forget:

“Where are you, dear girl,

Where are you, my light?”

And a distant friend

Sending a message to the guy,

That her maiden love

Will never die.

Everything that was planned

Everything will be fulfilled on time, -

Won't go out without time

Golden light.

And it becomes joyful

In the soul of a fighter

From such a good

From her letter.

And the hated enemy

The boy hits harder

For the Soviet Motherland,

For the native light.

Random Waltz

The night is short

The clouds are sleeping

And lies in my palm

Your hand is unfamiliar.

After the alarms

The town is sleeping.

I heard a waltz tune

And I looked here for an hour.

Even though I barely know you

And my home is far from here,

It's like I'm again

Near my family's house.

This hall is empty

We dance together

So give me the word

I don’t know what I’m talking about.

We'll circle around

Sing and make friends.

I completely forgot how to dance

And I ask you to forgive me.

The morning is calling

Hiking again.

Leaving your small town

I will pass by your gate.

Even though I barely know you

And my home is far from here,

It's like I'm again

Near my family's house.

This hall is empty

We dance together

So give me the word

I don’t know what I’m talking about.

echo of love

The sky will be covered with dust particles of stars.

And the branches will bend elastically

I can hear you a thousand miles away:

We are the echo, we are the echo,

We are a long echo of each other

We are the echo, we are the echo,

We are a long echo of each other

And I care about you, wherever I am,

It's not difficult to touch with your heart.

Again love has called us along.

We are tenderness, we are tenderness,

We are each other's eternal tenderness!

And even in the edge of the creeping darkness,

Beyond the circle of death

I know we won’t part with you!

We are memory, we are memory,

We are each other's star memory

We are memory, we are memory.

We are each other's stellar memory!

blue scarf

Little blue modest handkerchief

He fell from slumped shoulders.

You said you wouldn't forget

Affectionate, joyful meetings.

Sometimes night

We said goodbye to you...

No more late nights! Where are you handkerchief?

Dear, desirable, dear?

I remember how on a memorable evening

Your handkerchief fell from your shoulders,

As I saw off and promised

Save the blue handkerchief.

And let it be with me

There is no beloved today, dear,

I know that with love you come to the headboard

Hiding the blue scarf.

Receiving your letters

And between the lines there is a blue handkerchief

He stands in front of me again.

And often into battle

Your appearance accompanies me,

I feel next to a loving gaze

You are always with me.

How many treasured handkerchiefs

We carry it with us in our overcoats!

Tender speeches, girlish shoulders

We remember in the suffering of battle.

For them, relatives,

Desired, beloved ones,

The machine gunner scribbles for a blue handkerchief,

What was on the shoulders of dear ones.

Katyusha

Apple and pear trees bloomed,

Fogs floated over the river.

Katyusha came ashore,

On a high bank on a steep one.

She went out and started a song

About the steppe gray eagle,

About the one I loved

About the one whose letters I was saving.

Oh, you song, a girl's song,

You fly after the clear sun

And to the fighter on the far border

Say hello from Katyusha.

Let him remember a simple girl,

Let him hear her sing

Let him take care of his native land,

And Katyusha will save love.

Apple and pear trees bloomed,

Fogs floated over the river.

Katyusha came ashore,

On a high bank on a steep one.

Victory Day

Victory Day, how far it was from us,

Like a coal melting in an extinguished fire.

There were miles, scorched, in dust.

Days and nights at open-hearth furnaces

Our Motherland did not close its eyes.

Days and nights they fought a difficult battle.

We brought this day closer as best we could.

This Victory Day smelled like gunpowder.

This holiday has gray hair at the temples.

This joy with tears in my eyes.

Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day!!!

Hello, mom, not all of us have returned.

I would like to run barefoot through the dew.

We walked half of Europe, half of the Earth.

We brought this day closer as best we could.

This Victory Day smelled like gunpowder.

This holiday has gray hair at the temples.

This joy with tears in my eyes.

Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day!!!

Victory Day smelled like gunpowder.

This holiday has gray hair at the temples.

This joy with tears in my eyes.

Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day!!!

Where are you now, fellow soldiers...

On short May nights,

Having died down, the fighting ended.

My combat companions?

I walk at a good hour of sunset,

At the brand new pine gate;

A fair wind will carry you.

Maybe we can bring a soldier we know here

A fair wind will carry you.

We would remember how we lived with him,

How we lost count of the difficult miles.

For victory we would completely drain it,

If you happen to be unmarried,

You, my friend, don’t worry at all,

The girls are too pretty.

Here in our area, rich in songs,

The girls are too pretty.

We will build you a collective farm house,

To make it clear:

The family of a Soviet hero lives here,

With the breast of the one who defended the country.

On short May nights,

Having died down, the fighting ended.

Where are you now, fellow soldiers,

My combat companions?

Cranes

Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers

Those who did not come from the bloody fields,

They once did not perish in this earth,

And they turned into white cranes.

They are still from those distant times -

Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad

Do we fall silent while looking at the heavens?

A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky -

Flying in the fog at the end of the day,

And in that order there is a small gap -

Maybe this is the place for me!

The day will come, and with a flock of cranes

I will swim in the same gray haze,

Calling from under the sky like a bird

All of you whom I left on earth.

Today, in the early evening,

I see cranes in the fog

They fly in their own specific formation,

They wandered like people through the fields.

They fly, complete their long journey

And they call out someone's name.

Isn’t that why with the cry of a crane

Has Avar speech been similar since centuries?

Participants of the thematic presentation

On the eve of Victory Day, a thematic presentation took place at Tver School No. 1, where deaf and hard of hearing children study. It was prepared by ZH translator Natalya Mamitova and other employees from the city library named after. Herzen. N. Mamitova often conducts educational events for deaf schoolchildren and translates them into SL. This time the presentation was dedicated to correspondents, poets and writers who went through the war. Poems and songs born from the war were sung.
Schoolchildren learned about Ilya Ehrenburg, a famous journalist and publicist. His numerous articles, reports, and poems during the war years enjoyed extraordinary popularity; they raised the patriotic spirit of the people. In one of the partisan detachments there was even a handwritten order prohibiting the use of newspaper strips with articles by I. Ehrenburg for rolling papers. This is the best national recognition for a correspondent!
Alexey Surkov was surrounded, and when he finally managed to get out to his own people, his entire overcoat was cut off by shrapnel. It is about this incident, about possible death, which is “four steps away,” that the famous poem “In the Dugout,” which turned into a popular song. And the poet Konstantin Simonov dedicated to A. Surkov the lines “Do you remember, Alyosha, the roads of the Smolensk region?” Among Simonov’s war poems, “Song of War Correspondents” and the poem “Wait for Me” are popular. Schoolchildren learned about Simonov's will, according to which his ashes were scattered over the Buinichi field near Mogilev. There, in July 1941, our soldiers heroically knocked out and burned 39 fascist tanks in one day; Simonov witnessed this military episode.
We remembered Alexander Tvardovsky, who created the collective image of the heroic fighter Vasily Terkin. A special place in Tvardovsky’s work is occupied by the poem “I was killed near Rzhev” about the tragic battle in our region in terms of the scale of losses.

Natalya Mamitova translates the presentation into LSL

Bulat Okudzhava, who composed many songs about the war, went to the front as a seventeen-year-old volunteer. Among them is “Take your overcoat, let’s go home!”, associated with the joy of Victory.
Schoolchildren were shocked by an episode from the military biography of the front-line poetess, Yulia Drunina, who served as a nurse. Having received a neck wound, she quickly bandaged herself and continued to provide assistance to the wounded soldiers. Then she lost consciousness and woke up only in the hospital, learning that the fragment had passed only two millimeters from her carotid artery, and all this time she was on the verge of death. Her lines are heartfelt:

I've only seen hand-to-hand combat once.
Once in reality. And thousands - in a dream.
Who says that war is not scary?
He knows nothing about the war.
Drunina's song "Above the Kurgan" was also performed.

Hearing students from secondary school No. 55, which is a partner in the “Read Together” project, were invited to the event.
Students from the school for the deaf prepared a small concert program that was in tune with military themes. These were gesture numbers “Cranes”, “From the heroes of bygone times”, “Huge sky”, “Dark-skinned woman”, “Scarlet sunsets”, “Talyanochka”. I would like to note the creative potential of the children and the special patience of the teachers who conducted the necessary rehearsals with them.

Performing the number "Talyanochka"

The undeniable success of the event was the successful selection of material, literary facts, music and video sequences in the presentation, which equally captivated both deaf and hearing viewers. The meeting contributed to patriotic education, the formation of tolerance and the development of friendship among teenagers.

Natalya SERGEEVA, Tver