Read all about Tatyana Snezhina. Tatiana Snezhina - Soul like a violin

We will never hear her songs and poems live again, because she is no longer there.
Let me live without time
Let me live unrighteously.
Just now forgive me
And understand everything correctly.

T. Snezhina
(“Let me live without time”)
In her autobiography, Tatyana will write: “I was born in Ukraine, and my first impressions of life were melodic Ukrainian tunes from the radio near the crib and my mother’s lullaby.” How much had to happen for such lines to be born:

***
We didn't know what awaited anyone.
We didn’t understand where life was leading us.
The distant distances are now behind us,
And we didn’t even know what was ahead.
("At the End of the Road")

It is no coincidence that now I have brought Tanya’s infancy and her poem “At the End of the Road” so close together. Life is a moment, especially when it is as short as Tatyana’s life.
Tatyana was not attracted to the external side of life and was not an end in itself. The main thing for her was to write songs and sing them for people, awakening long-forgotten feelings:

***
And let it be so - a moment or an eternity,
And all my life there will be a star in the sky at night,
I believe that we will fly to infinity
Loving each other through worlds and years.
(“Where are you? Who are you?”)

When a talent passes away, the Soul and its Creativity leave the world. But, nevertheless, as often happens, especially in Russia, after the death of a poet, the perception of his lyrics becomes sharper, the understanding of his insights, his life Philosophy becomes deeper. This happened with Tatyana and her Creativity.

In fact, her songs were officially released for the first time on the fortieth day after her death. The first magnetic album “Remember with Me” with twenty songs by T. Snezhina was published in Moscow. At the same time, the first documentary film about T. Snezhina, “They Were Young,” was released.
On the edge of life, Tatyana met her true love - Sergei Bugaev. Their wedding was scheduled for September 13, and on August 21, 1995, at the 196th kilometer of the Cherepanovskaya highway Barnaul - Novosibirsk, a Nissan minibus collided with a MAZ truck. As a result of this road transport, all six passengers of the minibus died without regaining consciousness:

***
The musician was created by the incarnation
The unsteady life of my silhouette!
He was sent to me as salvation,
Like a forgotten poet rhyming.
("Musician")

Are these lines about Sergei? Is it not about the mystical premonition of his appearance in the life of T. Snezhina? One can only guess and guess.
Tatyana was filled with light, her faith in goodness was limitless:

***
Now a second has passed like a century,
And the star, smiling, went out.
There is no more star, but note
That the Earth is beautiful with its light.
("Fairy tale")

Like any creative person, Tatiana was tormented by her inexpressible pangs of creativity:
***
Sometimes it’s hard for the soul to pour out like that
And throw out everything that has accumulated in her.
And it’s useless to pray at this moment,
To bring back a moment of bright days.
(“The soul is like a violin”)
How close Tanya becomes, how dear she appears to us when she shares her feelings with us in the poem “Those minutes are gone forever.”

***
Those moments are gone forever
When I screamed out of anger,
And it’s a pity that they can’t be returned,
To brighten it up with at least a drop of goodness.

And something is forever gone,
And the faces became different,
And the wing became weaker,
And my life will not repeat itself.

Will disappear forever from the Earth
My smile and gait
Will get stuck in the early shallows
My invisible boat.

And it will become easy for someone,
And someone’s steps will become wider.
And someone took a tear with a handkerchief
Will sweep away for me in this world.

Cover themselves with a dusty veil
My notebooks with poems...
5.04.92

Fifteen years ago this poem was written so that 15 years later it would reach me, and not just reach me, but inspire me to do this work about the bright lyrics of Tatyana Snezhina. I discovered how many points of contact between our souls, how close Tanya became to me:
***
I won't come back here again,
Everything will remain as it was -
Books are scattered and sad
It gets into your eyes like soap...

I'm too far away
To shake hands goodbye.
And I don't understand it easily
Melt into this silence.

(“I won’t come back here”)
Just the scattered books that are everywhere in my apartment: on the floor, on the window, in the closets... brought us closer together, and I think forever:
***
A friend cannot deceive
It won't make you sad.
A friend will help you choose the path
At any crossroads.
("Friend")

Tatyana's friendly attitude towards the world manifests itself in these lines. A friendly attitude towards me, an unknown poetess and reader. Undeniably, she is alive, such a Soul cannot disappear without a trace - she is alive, she is nearby.
This is how Alla Pugacheva recalls the performance of the song “Call me with you”:
“When I approached the microphone... I don’t know what suddenly happened to me, but I had the feeling that it wasn’t me singing. Someone is singing in my voice! Believe it or not". I believe Alla Borisovna, I believe:

***
Above me in the quiet darkness
A sweet dream is swirling
And it sounds in silence
Moon saxophone.

Moon saxophone –
This is just a dream...
("Moonlight Saxophone")
I hope our meeting with Tatyana is not a dream. Although with my mind I understand that she is not there, but my soul repeats: “here, in her poems, open the book, read, and you are with her.”
Has any of us, at least once in our lives, asked ourselves the following questions: Why was this life given to us? What is such a life worth? So Tatyana faced the following questions:

***
Tell me, what is my life worth?
A couple of black and white drawings,
Yes, a few immature poems?
Answer me the truth, without concealment.
(“What is my life worth?”)

Not everything is always bright and good in life; Tatyana had such moments too. Here I would especially like to note that some psychotherapists and psychologists, for example, Valery Sinelnikov and Louise Hay, claim that thoughts build our future. More and more often I find confirmation of these statements:

***
The one who built the foundation of life,
I didn’t take into account that everything would be wrong -
The parchment does not burn with verses,
And the fire does not heat the canvases.

Having received what he deserved from fate,
I wanted to leave the world
Only God's Archangels are tight
They tied all the paths in a knot.

Life has given me bad weather,
Failures are all around – here and there!
I'd like to slash my wrist with a knife,
So again, they won’t let you leave.
(“He who built the foundation of life”)

Dali... as Dr. Sinelnikov states: “The universe doesn’t understand jokes.” Tanya wanted to leave, the Universe took her, but took her at the zenith of her happiness. Whether this is fair or unfair, we will not argue. Too many of Tatyana Snezhina’s poems are dedicated to her early departure. We have already discussed some of them with you. Maybe this is the answer to the many, many misfortunes that happen to us, maybe our misfortunes are invited by us?
And, nevertheless, I believe that Tatyana Snezhina’s lyrics are bright and... sad, sadness does not shade it at all, but, on the contrary, gives it such a high, gentle sound, as unique as everything associated with the name of T. Snezhina and her creativity:
Hope

My nameless one
Inseparable from the soul,
My lonely one
You are always, always with me.

And when I'm gone,
The whole world will melt for me,
Only you, my Hope,
You will not go to this land,
You will walk around the world...
9.12.92

And while Nadezhda T. Snezhina is alive, her charm, her Living Soul of the living poetic Word will live. And I would like to finish again with the words of Alla Pugacheva, addressed to young women: “Take care of yourself, think about the good.”
Elena Zaitseva
(13.04.07)

Tatiana Snezhina

Last year he also made his debut at the Variety Theater in a concert by V. Strukov. Gradually she began to gain experience on stage. I had to combine this with studying at the institute, so my first audience was night discos and clubs. She gave her first interviews on the radio. Of course, if it weren’t for the support of my family, brother, friends, and studio staff, I probably wouldn’t have been able to overcome the first difficulties on the way to my dream, the dream of helping people “remember with me” that happiness is nearby.

Now I continue to work, combining this with the need to graduate from college. I hope to release my first album, despite the complexity of such a thing as show business. But the recording of the second one is already in the project. After all, over the years of creativity, I have accumulated about two hundred songs that are waiting for their listeners. And life goes on as usual, new impressions, new thoughts, new words that you need to hear and try to understand. And the main thing is to have a dream. Of course, you still have to work and work, learn a lot, overcome a lot, without this you cannot, but as long as you have a dream in your soul, a light in the distance and friends at your shoulder, you can walk through fire and not get burned, swim across the ocean and not drown.

The chocolate melted with warm bliss in my mouth, my lips, sticking, left its frozen traces on the cool surface of the glass of the balcony door. Looking at the delicious patterns... from the unexpected generosity of the father who gave the candies, they seemed even sweeter and tastier. Looking through the round prints of my lips and through the lilac air of the evening at the ongoing construction of the house opposite, I felt how sadness was gradually replacing joy - “my mother was taken away by uncles in white coats - doctors”... The glass blew more and more cold, and melancholy, melancholy cold , squeezed my little heart - the heart of a seven-year-old boy. By the evening, either because the twilight was falling on the city, torn apart with a crash by the flashes of the welding machines of the builders, or because I was left alone in the cooling apartment and my mother and father were not around, anxiety was added to the sadness. Why, why did they take my mother away, how was she doing in the hospital? When my eyes began to fill with lead at night, my father came and said that my mother was already better and that in the near future, because I behaved well and was a real man today, we would go to her.

That day I couldn’t, well, I just couldn’t understand why we got up so early... And dad didn’t go to work. Dad was happy about something. Maybe he is happy that he will buy me a new, long-promised toy - a large tractor with a huge red gas tank at the back. Barely hiding my joy at this thought, I try to prove to my father that I am already an adult and, despite my just turned seven years old, I can not only get dressed quickly, but also clean my shoes.

Valery Pechenkin. Tatyana's future father. 1959

Tatiana. 1962 This year they will meet

Wedding of Valery and Tatiana. 1963

While my father, smiling at something, looked into the distance on the balcony and puffed on a cigarette, which was extremely rare in my presence and therefore added even more mystery to the situation, I diligently rubbed my boots with a brush, spitting on the already shiny skin, as they did in films.

Already on the bus, when he was taking us, shaking us like inanimate things, along the old and familiar route to the center, where there were recreation parks, my grandmother lived, and most importantly, there was a store filled with things that all the children on the planet dreamed of - toys, globes , bicycles... Already on the bus, my father said in a whisper in his ear, pricking him a little with his stiff stubble:

A surprise awaits you...

My heart jumped joyfully. The boy from the neighboring yard will die of envy and will no longer wonder about bringing his big truck to us. A tractor is a tractor, it's not even a truck. He is strong and, if he wants, he will crush all the trucks with his tracks. That's what my dad, the strongest and kindest in the world, told me.

“We bought you a little sister,” my father whispered in my ear without hiding his happiness and such strong, unearthly light pride.

Little sister?! I tried to be strong, like Soviet soldiers from Soviet films, and “not a single muscle moved on my face.” But treacherous tears poured out of my eyes in hot streams. They flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t do anything, my father looked at me in confusion, not understanding what had happened. He even asked, “Did a bee bite you?” But I was unable to answer, realizing that as soon as I opened my mouth, I would turn into a crybaby, a crybaby girl... A girl! These thoughts filled my entire consciousness. All the kids in the yard will laugh at me! Brought the girl home! Am I going to have to play with her too?!

What about the tractor? How is he? I decided, before it was too late, to return the situation to its place. Maybe dad just forgot what I want?

Dad, I don't need a sister. I want a tractor. Tractor…

Alone at home. Vadim. May 1972

I wanted a tractor. Big, toy-like, but made of real metal and... and with a red gas tank. I, barely containing my offense, whispered to my father: “What about the tractor? I wanted a tractor...” I spoke the last words in a whisper, realizing their hopelessness - I knew that dad didn’t have enough money for two gifts.

For some reason, laughing, the father squatted down and, gently hugging him, pressed him to him. I began to calm down, sobbing, feeling the familiar smell of my father, his cigarettes, and the warmth of strong hands. Eh... Okay... Let it be a little sister...

An hour later, when we reached the May 1st Recreation Park, I spent all my boyish tears, and my father spent all his arguments and kind words for his heir. Therefore, we walked along the hot Leninskaya Street in silence. They walked as if on a mission, silently and with serious faces. They walked the way they walk when it is impossible not to walk. At some point, my father tugged me lightly by the arm, stopping me in the middle of the street. Raising his head, he began to look at the windows opposite and for some reason called for my mother. Or rather, he began asking the women at these windows to call Tatyana. I was also interested, I looked at these women, for some reason they were all standing at the windows, wearing dressing gowns and headscarves and looking out onto the street. Although, soon I got tired of it, and I began to look at how the breeze was dragging the first poplar fluff along the sidewalk, and on the cinema posters there was a poster - a bearded man with a pistol. New spy movie!!! But then my father pulled me by the hand again, only stronger, and said, without taking his eyes off the windows of the house opposite:

Yes! And that's what the tractor cost? Small, small... And black, like coals... no, like two stars in the black Ukrainian sky. And I realized that I was no longer upset... the eyes were beautiful, the eyes of my sister. I saw my mother, she was smiling, and I love my mother so much. For some reason I waved my hand at her, and in response, bursting into laughter, several women, looking sideways at my handsome dad, waved at me. Then mom disappeared through the window, and dad and I went to the Park of Culture and Recreation. They drank soda with syrup, driving bees away from the glass, ate pies with jam and rode on carousels. Perhaps I don’t need a tractor, now I have a better one - a sister. And let the neighbor’s boy play with his truck, he’s still small, he won’t be 7 years old until the fall.

On that day, a fine day of the Ukrainian spring, May 14, 1972, in the city of Lugansk, a second child was born in the family of senior lieutenant of the Soviet army Valery Pechenkin and his wife, a technologist at a local plant, Tatyana, and they named her Tanya. This is how a talented poetess and composer was born, who later became known to everyone as Tatyana Snezhina.

The life of Tatyana Snezhina, poetess,
composer, author and performer
of their songs, tragically ended
at the height of her talent.
The creativity of this gifted, beautiful
girls received recognition after her
death...

"I'm waiting for you, Happiness! I'm waiting in my dreams,
when the night quietly lowers the veil over
my eyelashes shine when cold
the stars carry me into the vastness
Universe. I'm waiting for you when
the vain day comes into its own,
pulling me into a whirlpool
worries, affairs and problems, and even under
with the weight of insolubility I wait and wait
you, Happiness!

I'm looking for you, Happiness! I am looking for you
everywhere, even where it seemed
It would be pointless to search. And that's it
I’m looking, going through the possible and
impossible.

I hope for you, Happiness! I hope when all is lost, when there is nothing to return, when
there is no longer room for hope, I hope that I am not forgotten by you, Happiness, and that you will discern
me in a labyrinth of destinies and hopes. But maybe this is your essence, so that
seek, wait and hope, O Happiness?!"

It won't hurt me anymore
It probably won't hurt me any more.

It won't get harder for me, it won't,
I won't go after you.
Maybe my heart will stop hurting,
When you give him peace again.

I won't, of course I won't,
It's bitter to cry and hide your tears.
I will forget, I will forget instantly,
And I won't remember you.

What was has passed and floated away.
Nothing can be fixed now.
I've cooled down, now I've cooled down.
And forget how to knock on that door.

It was painful to live like that in anticipation
Rare meetings and so frequent separations.
It was painful to run to a date,
To feel the coldness of your hands.

And now it won't hurt me anymore
If you slam the door and leave.
Maybe I'll even breathe a sigh of relief
Only you are unlikely to understand this.
1990, Moscow

If I die before my time
If I die before my time,
You give me to the white swans,
Between the feathers of their wings I will get entangled
And I will rush off with them into my dream.

And there is no need to call a priest to my house,
And there’s no need to perform my funeral service in church.
Let the free winds sing for me,
They will sing to my destitute soul.

Well, my body is empty
Cover it with damp earth,
Yes, give him, unbaptized,
Cross, so that I may be forgiven by God.

Don't put flowers on my grave,
Let it be overgrown with lush grass.
Let the forget-me-nots bloom in the spring,
Yes, winter will fall with white snow.

If I die before my time,
Let the white swans carry me away,
Far, far into an unknown land,
High, high into the bright sky...
September 29, 1991, Moscow

“Stars... How often we look at the night sky! How our soul is reborn and healed, filling with starry radiance coming from the distant night sky...
Stars... Stars are happy moments that, having served their time on Earth, rose into the sky and remained there to forever remind themselves at night, when people are freed from everything, can raise their heads and direct their gaze to where their light shines once gone happiness. But sometimes the stars leave the sky and descend to Earth again to illuminate their chosen one with happiness. This is probably why we so often look longingly at the stars in the depths of the night, afraid of missing our lucky star. And even if we don’t find it, then starlight, like a healing balm, lubricates our spiritual wounds, smoothes out the scars on the heart and cleanses us from earthly vanity.”
(From the story "Rain", 1990, Moscow)

My star
My star, don’t shine in sorrow,
Don't bare my soul in front of everyone,
Why does everyone need to know that you and I were married?
And heavenly hell and immaculate sin.

Why are you shining uselessly now?
To my pain, which broke my chest?
We will meet you at the edge of the abyss,
I'll fly to you someday...

You know everything - whether it's a lot or a little,
You were with me at every moment on earth,
In happiness you shone so tenderly at me
And cried in the anguish of the nights with me.

We hid our vices behind the light of day
And they fell powerless on the night of passion.
My star, we are too lonely
In the flow of years and hopeless days.

Wounded in battle by the bayonets of lies,
Soul wandering in the depths of centuries,
I couldn't admit defeat
And confession will not remove all shackles.

And now your light is like a revelation,
From the purity of non-crying skies
Calls me to salvation through oblivion...
My star, are you an Angel or a Demon?..
Spring 1994, Novosibirsk

“When night lowers its heavy silk curtain on the theatrical stage of the day, a completely different life begins - a quiet, behind-the-scenes life for everyone.
There comes another intermission in the play. We go backstage to touch up our makeup, take a little break from our role and ask the “Chief Director” again to give the order, in the end, to change the scenery, which is completely inappropriate and only prevents the actors from seeing each other.
I, too, go behind the scenes so that in the darkness, by touch, blindly, I can find you, my Gentle Night Mirage. I find you, my Song, nurture you like a child, and release you to meet the morning star: “See you in the next scene of the play, but for now in the same scenery...”
September 4, 1993, Novosibirsk

Take me with you
Again from me the wind of evil changes
It takes you away
Without leaving me even a shadow in return,
And he won't ask
Maybe I want to fly away with you
Yellow autumn leaves,
A bird behind a blue dream.

Call me with you,
I'll get through the bad nights
I'll go after you
Whatever the path prophesies for me.
I'll come where you are
Draw the sun in the sky
Where are the broken dreams
They regain the power of heights.

How many years have I been looking for you?
In the crowd of passers-by.
I thought you'd be with me forever,
But you're leaving.
Now you won't recognize me in the crowd,
Only, as before, loving,
I'm letting you go.

Call me with you,
I'll get through the bad nights
I'll go after you
Whatever the path prophesies for me.
I'll come where you are
Draw the sun in the sky
Where are the broken dreams
They regain the power of heights.

Every time night falls
To the sleeping city,
I'm running away from the sleepless house
In sadness and cold.
I'm looking for you among faceless dreams,
But at the door of a new day
I'm going again without you.

Call me with you,
I'll get through the bad nights
I'll go after you
Whatever the path prophesies for me.
I'll come where you are
Draw the sun in the sky
Where are the broken dreams
They regain the power of heights.
March 13, 1994, Novosibirsk

Musician
The creaky old cart is tired
Night was creeping into a frozen sunset...
And where the strip of light remained,
The musician appeared like a ghost.

He was sent to me by a distant light,
A combination of mysterious stars,
He sang in a low voice
Me about what awaits me next.

Musician until dawn
Sang this song to me.
I forgot my troubles.
I didn’t know what I would find,
And I didn’t look anymore
I'm on the way back.

We rode side by side in the cart of the night,
The team of stars was driven by the winds,
I was warmed by a gentle gaze
And the melody of dreams until the morning.

And throwing his jacket over my shoulders,
This ghost quietly told me:
"Sing with me and you will feel better,
I only saved myself with song."

Musician until dawn
Sang this song to me.
I forgot my troubles.
I didn’t know what I would find,
And I didn’t look anymore
I'm on the way back.

The musician was the embodiment of fate,
The unsteady life of my silhouette.
He was sent to me as salvation,
Like a forgotten poet rhyming.

He resurrected me from oblivion.
He gave me back my soul and love.
The musician became my inspiration
And I know that I will meet him again.

Musician until dawn
Sang this song to me.
I forgot my troubles.
I didn’t know what I would find,
And I didn’t look anymore
I'm on the way back.
1994

“Anyone who has truly loved will understand that this happens. In true love there are always miracles that are understandable only to lovers, which are visible only to kind people who believe in them. Miracles are found in love at every step. You just need to notice them and can't pass by. When they wait for love for a long time and wish for it on the twelfth strike of the New Year's chimes, moreover, they themselves make every effort to bring it closer, then love itself reaches out to such people and bestows them with happiness. And if you believe in this, in miracles, into true love that conquers centuries, then such love, strong and eternal, will come to you."

You won't be able to forget me
You won't be able to forget me,
I will remain a shadow nearby
You fold your arms tiredly,
Looking into the emptiness.

Everything will remain as before
But I'm not with you,
Will you be just as gentle?
But only with emptiness.

And you can’t forget me -
My image is always with you,
In everyday life gray and dull
A quiet voice behind.

The touch of my warm hands
Saved your shoulders
Wedding in our memories
Silent candles will be made.

You won't be able to forget me,
I will remain a shadow nearby.
You fold your hands in doom,
Looking into the emptiness.

This will happen more than once,
Shadows meet twice -
In the light of this luxurious day
And tomorrow - in the darkness of the past.
December 26, 1993, Novosibirsk

“From a certain moment, something switched in my soul. I began to look at someone else’s grief as if from the other side - not from the outside, but from the inside. You need to try to look into the soul of a person, especially an old one. Don’t consider his conversations as absurdity and extravagance, as often happens, but to give a person the opportunity to open your soul, to lay out everything that hurts. After all, sometimes the soul has no one to trust, and you need to be able to help it..."
(From the story "With New Happiness")

We are only guests in this life
And the soul will fly away
And everything will be forgotten.
Well, God will forgive her everything.
If only my soul were light...

Some earlier, some later.
Everything was simple at first.
The further you go, the more difficult it is, and life flies faster,
And we run after her.

Like a candle is hot,
A trickle of wax flows down
Quiet your life
And there's no turning back.
Never swear
Don't promise that you'll live
How life should be.
Look fate in the eye.

We come to life according to the law
All-powerful fate, to replace those who were,
And to those who didn't make it.
Everything will be as God pleases.
And maybe I’ll sing everything that came before me
The one who left did not finish singing.

There are no two ways to go.
And from fate, no matter how hard you try,
Don't leave.
And life will take its toll.

And don't look back
Don't remember your mistakes
On the way, go
And everything will pass.

It hurts so much in our lives,
With a wounded soul we strive for heaven.
And you can be happy with fate,
But you still don’t understand that you exist on earth.
Surrendering to heaven.

And the soul will fly away
And he will forget everything.
Well, God will forgive her everything,
If only my soul were light.
You just have to live like that
To tirelessly give joy and love
To all those who are visiting here.

We are only guests in this life.
We'll stay a little and then we'll leave,
Some earlier, some later...
February 22, 1993, Novosibirsk

We learned about her only after her tragic death in 1995. Only when the prima donna of the national stage, who seemed to have gone into an honorable musical retirement, returned. God knows whether this return would have been triumphant if it had not been for the universally recognized hit: the song based on the poems of Tatyana Snezhina - “Call me with you.”

"My life is a memory that has found warmth in your souls"- Tatyana Snezhina

You can learn about Tatyana Snezhina on the website dedicated to her life and work.

Fate and lyrics by Tatyana Snezhina.

(Literary and musical evening in memory of T. Snezhina)

“Lullaby” by T. Snezhina

Ved:On a fine day of the Ukrainian spring, May 14, 1972, in the city of Lugansk, a second child, a girl, was born into the family of senior lieutenant of the Soviet army Valery Pechenkin and his wife, a technologist at a local plant, Tatyana, and they named her Tanya. This is how a talented poetess and composer was born, who later became known to everyone as Tatyana Snezhina.

(melody)

Ved:The fate of an officer is not easy and often does not take into account the difficulties of life. That same year, on July 26, Tatyana’s father was sent to serve in the harsh lands of Kamchatka. A month later, his faithful wife, having collected the simple belongings of a military family, holding her seven-year-old son Vadim in one hand, clutching her three-month-old daughter to her chest with the other, flew out after her husband.

Ved:The first expensive purchase in the new place was a piano gift to his beloved wife. Quiet evenings were filled with the divine melodies of Chopin and Beethoven. Tatyana herself recalled that her musical perception of the world was shaped by “the howling of a blizzard outside the window, the crackling of birch logs in the stove and the tender hands of her mother, giving birth to unforgettable melodies.” Tatyana received her first music lessons from her mother at a very young age, at three years old. Later, at the age of four, Tatyana begins to show the makings of acting, staging various kinds of home performances for her family. At the same time, the first own “Rhymes” appeared.

Looked around with a hazy look

Autumn morning silence,

Deceptive sunny bunny

Suddenly it flashed onto the frosted roofs.

Ved:Later, Tanya enters and successfully studies in music and secondary schools. Almost every day the house is filled with friendly neighbors, school friends who come running to her after school to sing songs and eat her mother’s pies..

(song Song don't fly away summer )

Ved:Good years...life gradually returned to its groove, friends appeared, the beauty of wild nature, comfort and the special atmosphere of a seaside town were all around. And... the family, instead of the three years required by the service, remains in Kamchatka for nine. One day in the summer of 1981, having flown off to visit her grandmother in Ukraine after the second grade, Tatyana was no longer able to return to Kamchatka; her father was sent again, this time to Moscow.

(song “Fog over the city fog”)

Ved:The loss of friends, longing for her home, the amazing and beautiful Kamchatka region, the first lyrical sketches are born in her notebooks. In search of empathy, Tatyana became interested in reading poetry. She is especially attracted to the works of Tsvetaeva, Pasternak, and Heine. Gradually, her sketches begin to take on confident poetic forms. She spends more and more time at the piano. Poems are set to music, sometimes music gives birth to poetry...

(song “We are only guests in this life”)

Ved:Then the talent of an artist is revealed in her. First love. New friends, the beauty of nature - these are the main motives of her work during her school years.

How the nightingale cries,

As soon as the rain stops.

And the raven jumped from the branches,

It circles all day long.

All this is happening strangely

For hundreds of years.

Love comes to us in the spring,

To light a fire in your soul.

As the rain fell on the ground,

Suddenly love came.

And like fog covered the sky,

My mind was clouded.

Suddenly they told me: “You like me”

And just like that, the dream passed so quickly.

I stayed in class with my friend,

And you left school for life. (May 1987)

( song There was a time )

Ved:In 1989, Tatyana entered the Second Medical Institute. It was during this period that Tatyana got her first public. Amateur recordings of her songs, made on a tape recorder, begin to spread among acquaintances, friends, and relatives. (song Ask Me)

“Creative” evenings with friends at the piano are becoming frequent. During this period, many funny and humorous songs and poems appeared in Tatyana’s lyrics.

(song Festival of Lies)

It's great that there is spring,

Cats screaming on the roofs!

How good it is that the world is complete

In the spring it bursts into the windows!

How sweet is the warm breeze,

Bringing awakening with you!

Having succumbed to him, twenty lines

The hand will write in obsession.

How difficult it is at night,

The pond is silvery with moonlight.

On a night like this they go away

Sadness and pain and sleep. And no

More beautiful place on Earth

More beautiful than night and peace,

And only me, hanging out the window,

I managed to see this. (April 1990 Moscow)

Ved:But here again fate intervenes in her life - in 1991, her father was transferred to serve in Siberia, to the city of Ob, Novosibirsk.

Longing again... longing for what I managed to love, what I managed to grow into. These feelings give a new impetus to creativity. Songs are born one after another... especially at night... when no one interferes, when there is no need to pretend... sometimes two or three per night. (song If only I was lucky )

How I miss the rain.

Oh, if only someone knew, God!

How I love my Moscow,

Moscow, which is more valuable than all the earth.

In a country where the sun is constant,

I want to go, run there,

Where is that Solyanka street,

Where there is rain and bustle.

I don't want the fogs of London

We won't meet you there.

My love is given to the capital,

And anyone can find happiness here.

How I miss the rain.

In that apartment in the city center,

which I love so much

Ved:An old piano, destroyed by constant transportation, helps to remember, dream, create... But only for myself. The father, seeing his daughter’s “torment,” makes an expensive gift for the serviceman, then a gift - an “Electronics” synthesizer and gives away his “Jupiter” tape recorder. Now her small room has turned into the ultimate of her dreams - into a “real studio”! Films are being written one after another. At the request of friends and relatives, they write and write and give gifts. Sometimes they just give in. No one still knows exactly how many songs were written and simply given into the wrong hands... irrevocably.

(background My city )

Ved:The circle of admirers is expanding, the cassettes are selling. One of these tapes ended up in the amateur studio “KiS-S” in Moscow in November 1993. I felt the potential of her work, and the studio staff offered to discuss options for reselling these works to other authors and performers. But Tatyana, having arrived in Moscow, categorically refuses the proposed deal and offers an alternative option - to record a couple of songs performed by her. They recorded... not for free... everyone liked it... It is unknown whether it was the desire to make money, or belief in her talent, but the studio members convince Tatyana to record a music album with them at her expense, assuring that further “promotion and implementation, with their connections in Moscow" they will take over. The dream seemed so close... Tanya, with the support of her family, agreed... From the beginning of 1994, work began on the future album. Tatiana gives her first interviews on the radio. It was then that she took the pseudonym Snezhina. In March 1994, debut at the Variety Theater. For her, it was all for the first time - rehearsals, recordings in the studio, working with arrangers... and all this during short visits to Moscow, during student holidays and on weekends.

( Song my city )

Realizing that she is sorely lacking in experience, Tatyana tries to sing wherever the opportunity presents itself - at student competitions, in nightclubs, and discos. She practices vocals and choreography on her own. In one reputable restaurant in Novosibirsk, after listening to Tatyana, they did a favor by allowing her to perform pop hits several times a week “for free” for their visitors. Once her own song was performed, it caused thunderous applause and... Gradually, Snezhina’s repertoire of songs almost completely replaced the traditional one. The restaurant began to overcrowd on the evenings of her performances - the audience “followed her.”

( Song Sailor )

Ved:Over the course of a year, 21 songs were recorded in the studio, which she dreamed of combining into an album called “Remember with Me.” Tatiana said then: “These are songs that came out of my dialogues with myself, with my soul, from my tears and my joys, from my life.” At the beginning of February 1995, another visit to Moscow. Arrival for the final material. Arriving with a heart full of hope for the “friends from the studio” whom she fell in love with and who promised her a lot. They promised... You can write for a long time about the low quality of the final recordings, about the failure of their “promotion spotlights”, about the demand for additional money... But for a young girl it was simply a betrayal. Full of disappointments, Tatyana returned to Novosibirsk, stopped dreaming, stopped believing in justice, stopped creating.

Deny me evil fate.

Rest without me at least a little.

Let me walk my path in peace.

If you want, betray it! I'll forgive you for this

And I will consider betrayal as happiness.

You offended me, but I don't complain

I endure and go to the arena.

I go out without boots, without a shield and a whip...

Hey, look at the fight!

Stand behind me, in whom the dream trembles,

I promise you a fight without hesitation.

The red-hot sting slides under your hand,

Burning my soul godlessly...

I can no longer be submissive like this,

It is no longer possible to live as before.

Deny, turn away, don't pursue me,

I can no longer vouch for myself,

I'm not afraid of your hooligan - fire,

I already got burned by him...

We lost, that's enough, let's take a break,

Let's keep quiet so that the worries subside.

We'll wave goodbye to each other

And we'll go down different roads.

Deny me, evil fate,

Rest without me at least a little bit.

Don't hold me, let me go, I'll do without you,

Let me walk my path calmly... (“Monologue to Fate”, January 1992, Moscow.)

Ved:End of February 1995. Tatyana, having overcome her disappointment, begins searching for a new creative team in Novosibirsk. Among other things, Tatyana Snezhina’s audio material is received and listened to by the music producer and head of the M & StudioLArt» Sergey Bugaev. As he later admitted more than once among his friends, a cassette with her songs quietly migrated from the walls of the studio to his car, and for several weeks he listened to Tanya’s songs, listened, forgetting for a moment that this was material for work.

(Song Be with me )

In March 1995, Tatyana Snezhina received an offer of cooperation from Sergei Bugaev... and a couple of months later - the debut of her new song, “Musician.” “Musician” performed by Kristina Orbakaite, “Dream” by Tatyana Ovsienko, “Song for you” - Mikhail Shufutinsky, “There was a time” - Lev Leshchenko, “House on a High Mountain” - Lolita Milyavskaya, “What is my life worth” - Nikolai Truboch and many others.

( song "Musician" K. Orbakaite)

Ved:The studio was amazed by Tatyana's talent and began preparing to record two more songs. For them, Snezhina was a godsend, because it’s lucky to find both the author of music, songs, and a talented performer in one person. Tatyana began to have her own audience. Victories at competitions, ovations, television interviews and performances, fans. But Tanya did not succumb to the external side of success. She continued to create. She created wherever she could, wrote poems on napkins in cafes, on tickets in transport..

(song Tram) mixed

Ved:But again, life did not give her a break - studying at the institute, choreography classes, vocal lessons, rehearsals, recordings... It seemed that right now a lucky star was smiling at her - she had a job she loved, a talented producer and friend, a good creative team. After listening to Tatyana’s home tapes and looking at her poetry notebooks, Bugaev once remarked: “Only with this we will have enough work for twenty years.”

It was planned to release a magnetic album in September, then a series of clips, and a laser disc abroad by winter. But, obviously remembering her difficult path to success, about the difficulties that young talents overcome, Tatyana, together with Sergei, create a project for a Charitable Cultural Fund to help young performers. In addition to that, she was preparing to become a doctor next year. There were many goals and tasks ahead, and she could cope with them...

I don't regret anything

Everything that was flowed away in a stream.

What will happen will all pass away on its own,

He will follow you.

If the sun, having made a circle,

Will return again, warming everything around,

So, there will be a new path in the morning,

Tomorrow will be better than yesterday.

If the wind is in the sails,

If the sky is blue in your eyes,

This means that the step on the path will be firm,

So, we must come to happiness.

Ved:And then fate gave Snezhina another gift - Love. In May, Sergei admitted to Tatyana that he loved her, and soon proposed to her to marry him. In July she agrees.

On August 15, 1995, the Europe Plus radio station will report on the upcoming wedding of Bugaev and Snezhina.

(song Your portrait )

Not forgetting about creative plans, they plunge into pleasant chores. We have already bought wedding rings and a wedding dress, and prepared invitations to friends.

Sadness, bottomless melancholy,

Life is foggy, love is homeless.

An abyss of darkness with a dim ray.

The dust of the roads and the light of dawn.

A kite soars over the mountain.

There is smoke above the hut.

There is a tower in the dense forest.

Let it lie wide and wide.

Sadness, bottomless melancholy -

I saw the engagement ring in a dream.

Life is foggy, love is homeless -

The wedding music is not crying for me.

White wedding dress

It doesn’t suit me, they say.

I'll walk down the aisle alone,

Ved:There was less than a month left before the wedding.

Television talked about this event and the young talented singer Tatyana Snezhina. A real shock for those gathered at this “get-together” were unexpectedly performed by Tatyana, instead of pop songs,two romances “My Star” and “If I Die Before My Time...”

My star, don’t shine in sorrow,

Don't bare my soul in front of everyone,

Why does everyone need to know that you and I were married?

Both heavenly hell and immaculate sin.

Ved:In three hours, Sergei and Tatyana will leave, and the last thing the public will hear from her lips will be the words of the romance:

If I die before my time,

Let the white swans carry me away

Far, far away, to an unknown land,

High, high, into the bright sky….

On August 18, 1995 at 5 p.m., they and their friends went on a pre-wedding trip to the Altai mountains.

Ved:The last of their loved ones who saw their mutual happiness was Tanya’s mother, when from the window of her house she watched a small minibus. Who would have known then that he would take them away forever...

(background.instrumental)

Because I wanted to change the world,

For carrying yourself proudly,

Because I sang my songs,

But I just couldn’t finish singing.

Because I didn’t wish harm on anyone,

For the fact that I could give joy,

Because I hid my tears,

I paid in full.

Because I never wanted to take revenge,

For walking the clear road,

And I couldn’t see at all,

When resentment burned my soul.

Because she knew how to value friendship,

Because I could love so much,

Because I wanted to fly to the sun,

For this they broke both my wings.

Because I loved freedom so much,

For wishing everyone happiness,

What kind of enemies did I pray to God for?

For this Eden cursed me.

For saving my soul,

Because I just wanted to live -

That's why life didn't love me,

Ved:“On August 21, 1995, at the 106th kilometer of the Cherepanovskaya highway Barnaul-Novosibirsk, a Nissan minibus collided with a MAZ truck. As a result of this road traffic accident, all six passengers of the minibus6, director of the PIONEER MCC Sergei Bugaev, singer Tatyana Snezhina, candidate of sciences Shamil Faizrakhmanov, director of the Masterveet pharmacy Igor Golovin, and his wife, doctor Golovina Irina, died without regaining consciousness. and their five-year-old son Vladik.”

(song We are no more )- mixed

Ved:Thus, a beautiful twenty-three-year-old girl, a talented poet and composer, Tatyana Snezhina, tragically passed away. During her difficult but bright life, she managed to write more than 200 songs, a large number of poems and works of prose.

Ved:Manuscripts don't burn. Everything that was created by Tatyana Snezhina will remain with us. Her poems will remain, her songs will remain, her sincerity and kindness will remain, her soul will remain, bright as a wedding dress, which became a funeral dress on that fateful day, and pure as Russian snow.

The song "We are no more"

Prepared by: Bublikova Y.A. 2014

(based on materials from the book “I don’t regret anything”)

Take me with you

1. Again from me the wind of evil changes

It takes you away

Without leaving me even a shadow in return,

And he won't ask

Maybe I want to fly away with you

Yellow autumn leaves, a bird behind a blue dream.

CHORUS: Call me with you,

I'll get through the bad nights

I'll go after you

Whatever the path prophesies for me.

I'll come where you are

Draw the sun in the sky

Where are the broken dreams

They regain the power of heights.

2. How long have I been looking for you through the years?

In the crowd of passers-by.

I thought you'd be with me forever,

But you're leaving.

Now you won't recognize me in the crowd,

Only, as before, loving,

I'm letting you go.

CHORUS:

3. Every time night falls

To the sleeping city,

I'm running away from the sleepless house

In sadness and cold.

I'm looking for you among faceless dreams,

But at the door of a new day

I'm going again without you.