The book "Mark Lisyansky" with a handwritten wish and autograph by Vladimir Vysotsky

Vladimir Vysotsky and Mark Lisyansky are two pillars of Soviet poetry, two figures whose voices resounded in different eras, but with the same power. Vysotsky is the muffled timbre of guitar strings, tearing through prohibitions, full of meaning and unresolved questions. Lisyansky is a classical poetic tradition, the voice of the country, praising the era, its hopes and greatness. Their work moved in parallel, but one day they crossed paths, leaving a mark in history — and in this rare artifact.

This book is not just a collection of Lisyansky's lyrics, but a living memory of the meeting of two poets, two generations, and two forms of artistic expression. Inside is a handwritten wish in Vysotsky's handwriting: "Respectfully! 05/06/70". The rigor and conciseness characteristic of his style seem to convey a restrained appreciation to a man whose poems he knew and respected. This is not just an autograph, but a sign of belonging to the great tradition of Russian poetry, to its continuous flow, in which Vysotsky saw his mission.

Lisyansky was not only the author of exquisite lyrics, but also the man who wrote the lines that became the anthem of Moscow. His songs were performed by the voices that defined the sound of the era: Magomayev, Kobzon, Leshchenko, Zykina. Vysotsky, with his underground, protesting sound, seemed to be on the other side of the barricades, but poetry does not tolerate borders. They were united by the main thing — a word capable of turning souls.

Their creative paths crossed in the theater. Vysotsky, whose acting talent revealed his talent in many ways, played a central role in the play "Diary of a Woman", which featured songs based on Lisyansky's poems. It became a rare example of the collaboration of two masters, two views on art, converging in one production, in one room, at the same time.

This copy is more than just a book. It is a document of an epoch, an artifact bearing the spirit of the time, in which the word was a weapon, the song was a manifesto, and poetry was eternity. By owning it, you get not just a material object, but the opportunity to hold in your hands the particles of two great destinies, imprinted in a short but meaningful inscription.