Biography of Nikolai Mozgovoy

He fell asleep and did not wake up in his own house in the village of Kiyliv on the Dnieper 50 km from Kyiv. Before that, he had the most ordinary working day of the director of the Ukraine palace. He accepted visitors, signed the papers. Employees claim that he was not nervous. Although who knows. It’s difficult to say that the brain had no heart problems. Who does not have them at that age?

When the “motor” pressed stronger than usual, he locked himself in his office and drank medicines. And in public he never showed his problems. He always had such a character - wayward, unbending. Otherwise, he would not be a brain. However, he had a reason to worry and not sleep at night. Even in the spring, when the Palace “Ukraine” entrusted to him was celebrated by the flying, its director admitted “KP” that not everything is as calm as it seems, and that after the change of power in the country, several candidates are flown to his place, and even called the names.

But the Palace of Culture "Ukraine" for the cerebral for the past five years was not just a place of work. And then he began to make plans for the reconstruction of the building. There is hope, maybe I will somehow break through to an appointment with the new president, however, I don’t know how. I want to explain to the Yanukovych administration that it is necessary to reconstruct the palace because we are going to Europe.

Yes, at least wherever we go, our power should have a cultural institution as a full -blooded attribute. We should have our own Palais de Congress, as in Paris. Alas, all the plans of Nikolai Petrovich with his departure will remain only plans. The brain, although he was an emotional man, but fair, and good master. He stood behind his mountain. What can I say. All Petrovich respected.

And although he loved the truth, the uterus of the show-biza into the eyes to cut, he was forgiven, because he was telling the truth. And he could afford, because the artists always had an authority, which earned his whole creative career, where there were legendary songs and millions of concerts not under the phonogram that Mozgova always hated, but all who used it mercilessly.

Farewell, Nikolai Petrovich! You were a legend, you were a representative of the era of real artists who were both creators, men and people with a capital letter. Farewell to Nikolai Mozgov will take place on Sunday at the Ukraine Palace with later it will be funeral in the Kiev-Pechersk Lavra. They will bury the legendary musician in the bike cemetery. In the year he entered the Kharkov Law Institute, which he graduated from GO for a year in parallel at the Republican studio of pop-cycle art in Kyiv.

At the end of the studio, he was hired as a soloist-vocalist of Ukr Concert. He later graduated from the Kyiv State Conservatory. Tchaikovsky as a composer. Nikolai Mozgova was the founder and unchanged chairman of the jury of two international television festivals: “The Song will be among us” named after Vladimir Ivasyuk G. Chernivtsi and the “Sea of ​​Friends” by Yalta, in which competitions of young performers of a modern pop song are held.

From the year he headed the Department of Theory and Methods of Staging the Voice of the Institute of Arts at the Dragomanov National Pedagogical University, Professor, Ph.D.

Since the year - General Director of the National Palace "Ukraine". The whole life of Nikolai Mozgovi was dedicated to the stage. Even on Wednesday, I talked to him, called him to the hospital, where Kolya was lying planned, healed - he put the droppers there. And suddenly he told me such a phrase: "Ivan, Mabut, I will die." He said so calmly as good afternoon.

And he kept his word. We really were friends with Kolya. And as his friend I can say that all the words are poor and pale in comparison with the feelings that I experienced to Nikolai Petrovich. Nowadays, finding a person with a capital letter is very difficult. And I am happy that I had a chance to communicate with just such a person in the person of Kolya Brain. I always knew: no matter what happened, and in trouble and joy you can come to Kolya either talk or drink, laugh from the heart, or keep silent for a day.

It was always interesting with him. He was a very open person, generous, sensitive and tender. I'm not saying how big he was an artist. He, as the author, left many songs with eternal texts. He himself loved and gave love to people. There will be no more such a person. They say that a holy place is not empty. But no one will take his place. We loved him very much. And, even despite his eagerness, they loved and forgave everyone very much.

He could afford it, because he was a talented musician. Nikolai Petrovich always lived a restless life, all the time he wanted to do something, create, create. There are less and fewer such people. Loss is non -executing. And although I am young, I think that it was not his time to leave. Heavenly kingdom. The artist urgently interrupted the trip. He will return to Kyiv at the farewell ceremony.

And it’s a pity, because such artists, whose work covers a whole era, remains less and less. The first thought is always from God.He is young, of course, the same as me, and we are from one edge, from one sky - like Vasily Zinkevich, Nazariy Yaremchuk, Sofia Rotaru. It was from Ivasyuk’s songs that such an unanimous generation was born. He did not leave, he did not die.

We speak so folk - "died." I think that he just took this golden season of the Sun of the Great with him. He got drunk, heated his life and carried him to that blue land, to the high mountains, where he wrote everything about love, where everything is expensive for us to pain. Let the cuckoo broadcast summer and our dream comes true. This is from his songs. How much he loved!

Of course, this heart will not stand. Remember his words: “Encourage us, love, maternal love, my first love. My country, bloom with love. " He wrote everything about love. Is it possible to withstand it? And these words - for happiness, to fate, to everything close to us to pain in the songs, constantly enchanted these words, let it may not be him anymore. The day passed, you see, the night passed, and the trouble is not that he left.

The trouble is that it is still too early. His soul will not be found, and his songs will not be found, because it, as he said, he will not be able to stop loving. He is still here, he is still warm. His soul is still on earth and will be for a long time, but these beautiful words cannot be forgotten and loving. Subscribe to us in social.