Htos killed Mikola Fadeev. Music journalist Mikolay Fandeev died
Today marks National Day Josip Prigozhin, ale, like a vipadku z Alibasov (), we guess not yoga, but a journalist, who has entered into a producer at a nervous struggle and program.
Mykola Fandєєv (1960-2015) is not an old person, who has saved the drive to the end, love to music and the right human intercourse. Before his death, he caught a ringing in unprofessionalism of doctors, hardly having guessed the song of the Noize MC rapper "Who beat Mykola Fandjeev".
The music lover Mykola was born from childhood, moreover, I am addicted to foreign music, “firms”, like I called wines. The music is no less English. Vin knows the Ugrian and the Polish scene.
Graduated from MEI, Department of Radio Engineering.
Unfortunately, I don't remember Fandiev on the radio, de vin pratsyuvav in the 1990s. These worldly journalists raptom began to redagulate the ball. Since 1993 and before the default, the very stench was marked by the cultural trends of the country, on the aphids the collapse of the country's literature and cinematography. The hit of today's TV broadcasting was "Shark Pen" before the warehouse of any Fandevs without entering, which is why its fame has been forgotten.
Fandєєv worked as an editor on the radio "Vіdrodzhennya" and "Panorama", then became the host of the "Tuning fork-radio".
In 1997, having begun to rock friends like a music critic, but I didn’t hold such a newspaper like “All TV channels” and the magazine “Vidpovid” in my hands.
For me, Fandєєv manifested itself only here until the middle of zero, if the yogo robot for the uncle was completed. On the back, I practiced yoga on various TV shows, mimicking the sound, saying the lad is provocative. And then Fandeeff's own Starsnews portal appeared, - there hasn't been a portal for that for a long time, but Fandeeff's official website is functioning, - http://www.fandeeff.hop.ru
I don’t know how often having got into Fandiev in scandals to the point, the texts in the journal “Otvet” are finished fresh, without special salt. Maybe, Mikoli streamed the politics of public affairs. And the axis on the Fandeev portal was blown up.
And it made me understand, - fahіvets іz classic rock, what a razumіє, scho to what buv zmušaniy rozbiratsya at vіdtinkah pop line. Fandeev repeatedly played the artists with phonograms; miraculously knowing music, knowing plagiarism; throwing sounds at Valery Meladze, who didn’t let him and his brother Kostyantin produce “Zirok Factory” like a harmonic original song, pulling out of the back of the naphthalene songs, but they failed; prophesying that Anita Tsoi, not respecting the pushing support of a person (the right hand of the current measure of Luzhkov), glory is not within reach. The journalist was arrogant, not being afraid of the strong world of show business. The backlash could not but be inherited.
I’m going to attack Fandiev by throwing a knife on one of the number of people of Olenya Berkovoy. That scandal was hushed up amicably.
Potim Fandjeev became the fan of the rapper Noize MC, having written the album The Greatest Hits Vol. 1" dental review. At the end of the speech, the song was born with the song “Who beat Mykola Fandiev?”, which is an obituary, and far from being complimentary. The very name of Fandiev was widely recognized as a musical party. Mykola himself, having listened to the track, got a positive verdict. Zreshtoy tsey vchinok vіdpovidav hooligan style of the journalist.
Fandjeev's biggest felling started with producer Josip Prigogine. The stench chimed steadily, Prigozhin's docks did not break through. At one of Valeria's press conferences it went straight to the point. Prigozhin knows the place of the truth-seeker Fandev, saying that he writes good about the quiet who pays. I don’t know if it was fair, but I was still amazed at Mikoli’s indulgent promotion to the top artists of one production center.
Podіbravshi on Fandєєva compromising evidence at the sight of yogo drukovanih vyslovluvany, Prigogine filed before the court. Tried for a long time and Fandeeva disastrously. In 2010, Rock Yomu was awarded a payout of 230,000 rubles.
After what Fandiev voiced about the reconciliation of the parties and waived.
Borg Prigozhin was vivachiv, and from the side of the border there were some stats from Mikoli on the drive of the Zirok-6 Factory and Valeria.
Ale, as a result, the reputation of the journalist was greatly damaged. Yogo stopped asking for the hromadas come in.
In my opinion, Fandiev should have been punished. In 2012, roci vin zatiav at LJ the project "Funny Nineties" - here is the cob (https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/2012/01/), which includes 300 posts about the stage of quiet hours, if it was fun, p'yano i bagatoliko. With the help of the second fate, my weekdays began with the sound of that song from Fandev. І, їй-God, it was wonderful!
Kіnets Fandєєva shows, like a lively vine.
I like yoga was saluted.
Axis of Yogo Posada
I duplicate.
It's called "Going for a heart attack."
Axis, having suspected the same, schob rozpovisti, scho I was left with the rest of the two days ...
Postupovo filthy v_dchuvati becoming at Wednesday - 14 Sіchnya. When I arrived home the next day, I remembered that it was not so with me, but I did not worry. My first thought was booming - I was blown away. How few times do grocery stores sell stitched products - within the framework of the program to prevent price increases through sanctions?
On the eve of the coming day (15 Sichnya), I safely took a shower, preparing a meal. Ale, I’m sorry, I didn’t think so: who doesn’t go down the throat. Before that, I - sorry - made my way, making my way. And even after breaking through a strong cold wind! And now it hurts white of the throat under the cyst: monotonous stupid pain ... Zagalom, for the whole day you have been at home, and you don’t live like that at home.
On the 16th of September, I was just zmusheny something to bring in - not far from the booth. New cold pet, new carry, new bіl pіd neck, schopravda, now there was a troch lower. With sin, I navpiled those who needed it: I’ll go for ten seconds, then I’ll stand for 10 hvilin - ass, and so on.
The doctor came satisfied with the speed. She marveled at me, listened. I rozpovіv їy about carrying, boredom, and also about bіl under the sternum. She officially made a diagnosis: intoxication, which is poisoning. Prescribed for me actively spozhivannya aktivirovannogo vugillya, that validol z noshpoyu - that's why it hurts. Well, as soon as you become spicier, I’ll help you to call the shvidka.
On September 17th (Saturday) I became sche hotter, I had a chance to call out a shvidka. The lads arrived promptly. They looked back again, smeared it, blew it - and they silenced me with a new diagnosis - INFARKT!
Everything that was sweating, I already remember badly. Heba scho, like me in a carriage, hovered around the door at the door, and there, like our judges, they marveled at me quite summarily ....
They brought me to the clinic No. 15 (Veshnyakivska vul., bud. 23). Oskіlki I'm already nіyaky, I remember indistinctly. I remember that they carried me on top of the wheelchair, that they pricked me, that they killed me ... At the result, they took me to the resuscitation unit. They connected me with cambric to the urticaria, to the cistern apparatus, stuffed me with a majestic kіlkіstyu rіzni likіv. As a result, I started to get ... Glitches! Either I was walking around like a night deserted place with a great number of neon advertising, then I took part in some business projects, and so on.
Resuscitation care of Likarni No. 15 is the edge of history. So, there is a lot of modern equipment. Ale tse, mabut, one perevaga. In fact, resuscitation care - tse emergency support. They don’t let anyone in here, it’s easy for relatives to pass it on to the patients for the needs of their speech. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. At the toilet it is possible less for doctors, patients, be kind, pitching.
Phone to patients - categorically not possible! And the axis for nurses is possible. I especially noticed more than once how the nurse Yulia ticked into a far corner and chattered there forty quids! Tse zamіst of that, to take care of the sick!
There are no standard sockets for 220 V at the resuscitation department, medical plugs are of a different shape. And the smut – here it’s really important to talk to the patients. It’s sick to shout loudly and richly (nibi tse torturna of the Gestapo), so, for example, it’s problematic to talk.
The medical equipment here is far from being silent. Here and there beepers squeak. I’ll smell the music here from Brian Eno…
On the day, as if to raise my spirits, I tried to consult with other ailments. Ale stink chomus spilkuvatis not bazhali for a rare wine. A single merry episode, which I have posterigav in days, the work of a radiologist. A young lad came, having brought an X-ray machine from him, putting yoga up to the wheelchair. Having installed it there for a long time, having fixed it. Let's press the button and see the eyes of a bunch of flyers at the opposite end of the corridor!
September 19 (Monday) I have a hallucinogenic finale. My step-by-step began to see through my mind, and having become my mind, I put my own food on my own. If I had asked the nurse to give me the opportunity to hang in the sink - more dihati was unbearable - I had lost my respect for the strong clots of mucus, which clearly come out of me, zmishani with brown blood. It turned out that it was the result of pneumonia! About yaku before me, nobody said anything! I also had pain in my throat as a form of pneumonia.
Let's get some kind of a doctor and start me to get sick, that I caused a heart attack myself through those that I ... I SMOK MUCH! I can prove that I don’t smoke, that I didn’t smoke any cigarettes for my life (and it’s pure truth), I categorically didn’t accept guilt.
I also want to tell you about one doctor. I respect that I can know all Russian medicine. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VOLODYMYRIVNA.
So Oksana Volodymyrivna herself, here on the second day (September 20) came to the intensive care unit with a package of documents she had put on me and showed me the first side of the package.
“Oksano Volodymyrivno, tell me, is it not a pardon? It is written here that I have the first blood group with a positive Rh, and all my life my blood group was the third.
"We have the best equipment, there is no pardon for that," Romashenko said.
"So, but there are children in me, I remember the sculls, for sure the third type of blood."
Oksana Volodymyrivna begins to wrinkle her face: “Perhaps, your body has changed a lot in the last hour, so your blood type has also changed.”
I then spent a long time trying to understand how such a “recognized in medicine people” as a result became a DEPLOYED LIKAR. Vidpovidi I don’t know and dosi ...
On Wednesday, September 21st, I was transferred from intensive care to cardiology. Appointment No. 438 looked not so much like a likarnyanu chamber, like a drink. The walls are shabby, rusty trumpets in the toilets, in the souls of the fire, do not remember through guile. And all the same, I'm a little happy: the patients turned out to be more comradely. Іz 6 osib 5 drivers! Ale!
In the evenings, the chauffeurs sat down to marvel at my laptop, like a bandit serial. They eagerly commented on everything that was on the screen: “And the axis is amazed that it didn’t catch it before the new one to come, as if it had already blown in the air”, “oh, having planted it, ha-ha-ha”, etc. plus pozbavleny any sense of wealthy nabіr mate.
The additional piquancy of the situation was those that their whole laptop would show only one whole eight-episode film. As a result, the stinks marveled at the series after the last five times without grains!
Well, harazd, I think, at once the stench will go to bed, and I will also sleep! Fig you! They lay down to sleep, but they groaned (at least three of them) so that the walls shook!
The attack was turned to me again to the resuscitation department. It’s true, at that moment there were no “big” patients there, but for six days I was far away so and so vispatis. Navigate to "Brian Eno".
On September 22 (Thursday), they turned me back again until the cardiological discharge No. 438 was called. Luckily, the warehouse of the patients changed, as a result, the peasants were taken more for the purpose of splintering (want one ratchet from the old warehouse was still left). On the 23rd of September, I found myself again leaning back at home. As it seems, at the same time I am continuing the treatment in an outpatient regimen.
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I don’t know, I just wrote everything here, maybe I just wanted to talk.
PEOPLE, GET TO YOUR HEALTH AS YOU CAN RESPECT! I DON'T BE SICK!"
Noize MC and Mykola Fandjev. Hey, what can you say about absolutely different people? It's simple: between them, there may be a fair war. The critic Mykola Fandjeev unapologetically commented on one of the artist's albums, publicly portraying it. If you still don’t know the history and don’t know the specialty of the people, then this article is for you.
Album review
Mykola Fandєєv having seen the presentation, and later writing a recent commentary, having mentioned to him that there were a lot of women there, and who should be reminded of the honorability of this young vikonavtsy. Until this day, the critic does not feel the same composition and does not know what the lad is reading rap. I would like to say that such vikonannya vzagali smoothly po'yazati іz hip-hop. Also, the wine number is that Noize MC's skin song contains obscene language. Mykola Fandєєv huffed and talked about vikonavtsya, pulling on the low level of his intellectual development.
The rapper performed on stage with a guitar. But if you believe the words of the journalist, then you didn’t flirt, you won’t be an attribute of “coolness”. Closer to the middle of the ledge of the vines, I called out. Another vykonavets zі scenes, stating that it is the best way to communicate with music journalists. Without a doubt, Fandєєva was captivated, if he wrote such a review.
Criticism was not worthy of the discs, as they were distributed at the presentation. Vіn stating that these were zvichayní "blanks", and the record was not broken in the studio. And at the result, Mykola Fandeev called the weight of the whole thing a ganebniy.
Feedback Noize MC
Mykola Fandєєv, the death of some kind of vigadav rapper in his track, obviously, ochіkuvav reactions, but hardly like that. Vikonavtsu was not worthy of those who turn to individuals and already imitate yoga, and do not hang their thoughts like an album. Yogo song - also a review of Fandiev, but only to a non-primary musical format.
Vіn rozpіdaє that the track was written very quickly, literally in a day, it was too expensive. That same evening, I recorded yoga at home and sent it to others, which made music. This is how the composition appeared at the vіdpovіd, yak Ivan (and tse spravzhnє іm'ya vikonavtsya) virіshiv call "Who drove in Mykola Fandєєv".
It became obvious why this song did not reach the first album of the young vikonavtsy. On the right, in that, at that moment, the wines, having passed from one company to another, and the stench was forced to insert її, being afraid of the court's views. Ivan simply zavantazhiv її to the edge, calling to the wide.
Reaction Fandeev
Mykola Fandєєv, whose biography in an ironic form was circulated in the song, positively reacting to the price. Vіn stating that youmu would like to listen to an obituary about himself, and the track fell to youmu to savor. It only takes a moment to guess, like a right emotion, having recognized Mykola Fandiev, listening to the recording.
Noize MC with a great display of fear. Vіn vvazhaє that the journalist is following a careless path, afraid of the reaction of the people, but you hardly think well about the new vin.
Guruken hangs his thought
For the uninitiated, I will explain that the man with the wondrous nickname Guruken is a friend of Fandiev, who could not leave this situation with respect. Vіn wrote a majestic post, calling Ivan bad, unable to compose good texts, vikonuvat їх i record music. Thus, having declared that we are greedy for the death row, we are greedy.
After that, Guruken didn’t calm down, and if Ivan, having recorded a track, tied up with an accident, he called him filthy and screwed up the vikonavtsa. It turns out that it’s not right for Fandev’s friend to peddle for the rahunok of this.
What now?
It would have been better if everything could end for some reason, but on the right I took away my progress from social networks. A group was created with the same name as a song, de fanatics began to collect all the information about it. The stench propagate wider in all resources, give permission to download that report instructions. This is what was done by those who decritoly slander z Fandєєvim, and also other victims of this negative criticism were also known.
The track, like a zbuntuvav gromadskіst, to the speech, uvіyshov have seen the album. It's wonderful that the scandalous review was seen from Fandiev's other sites, and Fandiev did not show up for another presentation, fortunately, for the fanatic himself.
Mykola Fandeev and the man Deer Berkovoi
For the name of this journalist, there are no-nonsense scandals. One of the biggest became Berkova's man, Volodymyr Khimchenko.
A person with a lot of “grown-up” films wants to be especially present at the її press-conference, so that they can posture, like food, they ask themselves to be blessed. By the will of the god, Fandeev appeared there, representing the magazine "Vidpovid". Vіn vyrіshiv dіznatisya at the Deer, chi sing out under the phonogram, scho robitime, yakscho raptom zupinitsya. Tse food already pissed off Volodymyr, and vіn vyrіshiv vlastuvati lynching over the objectionable journalist.
The press officer Darya patted her first hot hand, as, according to Khimchenko, she was not guilty of asking for someone to put similar questions. I didn’t calm down on my wines and stalked for Fandiev at the club. You need to tell me what youma got away with. Vіn pіdіyshov till late and asking to go to the toilet to talk. And there, having built a whaling bottom at the bik Mikoli, it was negligent. Vіn threatening youma with a hit, continuing to strike blow after blow.
Zvіlnivshis, Fandєєv vіdrazu ran before the burying, schob call the police, but the producer Berkoviy did not let go right. That virishiv still didn’t pick up the galas, and on the right vyrishilas material compensation. Pіznіshe at his bliss Fandєєv saying that you don't know yet, that you work from the criminal right.
Axis about such a wondrous singularity, like Mykola Fandiev, you have recognized from this article. If you still want to read reviews on musical groups and spivakiv, be prepared that there your loves will be presented not in the last light.
I sent a message by SMS that Kolya Fandiev died on the 31st of September! Yaka zhah! I don’t understand how a person with a heart attack could be allowed to go home ... to die?! Remaining post from FB Mikoli Fandeeva:
Mykola Fandjev
GOING FOR A MIDDLE FARCTION
Axis, having suspected the same, schob rozpovisti, scho I was left with the rest of the two days ...
Postupovo filthy v_dchuvati becoming at Wednesday - 14 Sіchnya. When I arrived home the next day, I remembered that it was not so with me, but I didn’t worry anymore. My first thought was booming - I was blown away. How few times do grocery stores sell stitched products - within the framework of the program to prevent price increases through sanctions?
On the eve of the coming day (15 Sichnya), I safely took a shower, preparing a meal. Ale, I’m sorry, I didn’t think so: who doesn’t go down the throat. Before that, I - sorry - made my way, making my way. And even after breaking through a strong cold wind! And now it hurts white in the throat under the cyst: monotonous stupid pain ... Zagalom, for the whole day you have been at home, and from the house you don’t see it like that.
On the 16th of September, I was just zmusheny something to bring in - not far from the booth. New cold pet, new carry, new bіl pіd neck, schopravda, now there was a troch lower. With sin, I navpiled those who needed it: I’ll go for ten seconds, then I’ll stand for 10 hvilin - ass, and so on.
The doctor came satisfied with the speed. She marveled at me, listened. I rozpovіv їy about carrying, boredom, and also about bіl under the sternum. She officially made a diagnosis: intoxication, which is poisoning. Prescribed for me actively spozhivannya aktivirovannogo vugillya, that validol s no-shpoyu - that's why it hurts. Well, as soon as you become spicier, I’ll help you to call the shvidka.
On September 17th (Saturday) I became sche hotter, I had a chance to call out a shvidka. The lads arrived promptly. They looked back again, smeared it, blew it - and silenced me with a new diagnosis - INFARKT!
Everything that was sweating, I already remember badly. Heba scho, like me in a carriage, hovered around the door at the door, and there, like our judges, they marveled at me quite summarily ....
They brought me to the clinic No. 15 (Veshnyakivska vul., bud. 23). Oskіlki I'm already nіyaky, I remember indistinctly. I remember that they carried me on top of the wheelchair, that they pricked me, that they killed me ... At the result, they took me to the resuscitation unit. They connected me with cambric to the urticaria, to the cistern apparatus, stuffed me with a majestic kіlkіstyu rіzni likіv. As a result, I started to get ... Glitches! Either I was walking around like a night deserted place with a great number of neon advertising, then I took part in some business projects, and so on.
Resuscitation care of Likarni No. 15 is the edge of history. So, there is a lot of modern equipment. Ale tse, mabut, one perevaga. In fact, resuscitation care - tse emergency support. They don’t let anyone in here, it’s easy for relatives to pass it on to the patients for the needs of their speech. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. At the toilet it is possible less for doctors, patients, be kind, pitching.
Phone to patients - categorically not possible! And the axis for nurses is possible. I especially noticed more than once how the nurse Yulia ticked into a far corner and chattered there forty quids! Tse zamіst of that, to take care of the sick!
There are no standard sockets for 220 V at the resuscitation department, medical plugs are of a different shape. And the smut – here it’s really important to talk to the patients. It’s sick to shout loudly and richly (nibi tse torturna of the Gestapo), so, for example, it’s problematic to talk.
The medical equipment here is far from being silent. Here and there beepers squeak. I’ll smell the music here from Brian Eno…
On the day, as if to raise my spirits, I tried to consult with other ailments. Ale stink chomus spilkuvatis not bazhali for a rare wine. A single merry episode, which I have posterigav in days, the work of a radiologist. A young lad came, having brought an X-ray machine from him, putting yoga up to the wheelchair. Having installed it there for a long time, having fixed it. Let's press the button and see the eyes of a bunch of flyers at the opposite end of the corridor!
September 19 (Monday) I have a hallucinogenic finale. My step-by-step began to see through my mind, and having become my mind, I put my own food on my own. If I had asked the nurse to give me the opportunity to hang in the sink - more dihati was unbearable - I had lost my respect for the strong clots of mucus, which clearly come out of me, zmishani with brown blood. It turned out that it was the result of pneumonia! About yaku before me, nobody said anything! I also had pain in my throat as a form of pneumonia.
Let's get some kind of a doctor and start me to get sick, that I caused a heart attack myself through those that I ... I SMOK MUCH! I can prove that I don’t smoke, that I didn’t smoke any cigarettes for my life (and it’s pure truth), I categorically didn’t accept guilt.
I also want to tell you about one doctor. I respect that I can know all Russian medicine. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VOLODYMYRIVNA.
So Oksana Volodymyrivna herself, here on the second day (September 20) came to the intensive care unit with a package of documents she had put on me and showed me the first side of the package.
“Oksano Volodymyrivno, tell me, is it not a pardon? It is written here that I have the first blood group with a positive Rh, and all my life my blood group was the third.
"We have the best equipment, there is no pardon for that," Romashenko said.
"So, but there are children in me, I remember the sculls, for sure the third type of blood."
Oksana Volodymyrivna begins to wrinkle her face: “Perhaps, your body has changed a lot in the last hour, so your blood type has also changed.”
I then spent a long time trying to understand how such a “recognized in medicine people” as a result became a DEPLOYED LIKAR. Vidpovidi I don’t know and dosi ...
On Wednesday, September 21st, I was transferred from intensive care to cardiology. Appointment No. 438 looked not so much like a likarnyanu chamber, like a drink. The walls are shabby, rusty trumpets in the toilets, in the souls of the fire, do not remember through guile. And all the same, I'm a little happy: the patients turned out to be more comradely. Іz 6 osib 5 drivers! Ale!
In the evenings, the chauffeurs sat down to marvel at my laptop, like a bandit serial. They eagerly commented on everything that was on the screen: “And the axis is amazed that it didn’t catch it before the new one to come, as if it had already blown in the air”, “oh, having planted it, ha-ha-ha”, etc. plus pozbavleny any sense of wealthy nabіr mate.
The additional piquancy of the situation was those that their whole laptop would show only one whole eight-episode film. As a result, the stinks marveled at the series after the last five times without grains!
Well, harazd, I think, at once the stench will go to bed, and I will also sleep! Fig you! They lay down to sleep, but they groaned (at least three of them) so that the walls shook!
The attack was turned to me again to the resuscitation department. It’s true, at that moment there were no “big” patients there, but for six days I was far away so and so vispatis. Navigate to "Brian Eno".
On September 22 (Thursday), they turned me back again until the cardiological discharge No. 438 was called. Luckily, the warehouse of the patients changed, as a result, the peasants were taken more for the purpose of splintering (want one ratchet from the old warehouse was still left). On the 23rd of September, I found myself again leaning back at home. As it seems, at the same time I am continuing the treatment in an outpatient regimen.
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I don’t know, I just wrote everything here, maybe I just wanted to talk.
PEOPLE, GET TO YOUR HEALTH AS YOU CAN RESPECT! І DO NOT BE ILL!
