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| визажист Виктория Чумак , модели Дарья и Анастасия, фотографы Светик, Наталья, Наталья Д Стиляги — молодёжная субкультура в СССР, получившая широкое распространение в крупных советских городах на рубеже 1950-х — начала 1960-х годов[1][2], имевшая в качестве эталона западный (преимущественно, американский) образ жизни. Стиляг отличала нарочитая аполитичность, определённый цинизм в суждениях, отрицательное (или безразличное) отношение к некоторым нормам советской морали. Стиляги выделялись яркой, часто нелепой, одеждой, определённой манерой разговора (особый сленг). Им был присущ повышенный интерес к западной музыке и танцам. Субкультура стиляг явилась своеобразным стихийным протестом против принятых в советском обществе стереотипов поведения, а также против единообразия в одежде, в музыке и в стиле жизни. Слово вошло в обиход с 1949 года после публикации в журнале «Крокодил» фельетона Д. Г. Беляева «Стиляги». If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see You ask yourself, who's watched for me My only friend, who could it be It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal You search the city for your only friend No one would you see You ask yourself, who could it be A solitary voice to speak out and set me free I hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me You're not the easiest person I ever got to know And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show Some would say I should let you go your way You'll only make me cry If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it It's hate to say it, but it's probably me When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense There's only one voice that comes to your defense The jury's out and your eyes search the room And one friendly face is all you need to see If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me... |
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