#ВВЕРХ

[prirodada]

[toffi-fi]

mr reca

[comrade-leonurus]

Головы вверх!

Вышел какой-то пройтись осенью в парк... И тут меня окликнула милого вида бабушка.

"Молодой человек, посмо��рите, какое небо..."-вдохновенно сказала она.

Действительно, погодка была что надо. Яркое солнце, небесная лазурь, и легкий ветерок. А отсутствие облаков на небе, и вовсе воспринималось мною как что-то противоестественное, как для города, который соревнуется с Петербургом за большее количество пасмурных дней в году.

И тут меня осенило. Человек XXI века и правда редко смотрит в небо, вверх. Придавленный гнётом своих проблем он смотрит лишь под ноги.

А где же тот парнишка, что залистал астрономический атлас до дыр, а по ночам сбегал в огород с чаем в старом армейском котелке? Тот, кто мог смотреть на звёзды часами. Ведь тогда он был один на один со Вселенной.Тот, который вставал рано утром, чтобы посмотреть, как над его домом в лучах зари пролетает истребитель...

Вот он,небритый, в засаленой рубашке сидит в общажной комнате. Но слышишь, я тебя не предал! Я всё также поднимаю голову, жаль только, что на шею сильно давят...

...

Попав на станцию метро "Маяковская" я поднял голову, и увидел ту самую мозаику, которую когда-то увидел в одной из книжек,выполненную по эскизам художника Александра Дейнеки и Владимиром Фроловым в 1938 году

Снова небо... Даже под землёй...

...

Многие мыслители, изобретатели, путешественники и учёные смотрели вверх. Каждый думал о своём, но многие-о великом. Так не посрамим же добрые имена наших предков! Поднимим наши головы вверх, товарищи!

[shameaw]

Опять таки внезапные ночные скетчи. Я сел за стол и начал что-то черкать быстрее, чем понял, что я делаю, если честно

[filministic]

Don't Look Up (2021) dir. Adam McKay

[newssocialite]

В Коломенском прошёл фестиваль «Пикник Афиши»: музыка, атмосфера и семейный отдых

Музей-заповедник «Коломенское» стал центром музыкального лета, приняв один из самых ожидаемых событий столичной культурной сцены — фестиваль «Пикник Афиши». В этом году мероприятие вновь подтвердило статус всенародного праздника, объединившего музыку, креатив и отдых под открытым небом. На фестивале выступили как любимцы широкой публики, так и новые лица российской сцены: рэп-исполнитель…

[alltheatre]

Летний фейерверк «Руки Вверх!» — билеты уже улетают!

Чувствуешь летний вайб? Он уже в пути — группа «Руки Вверх!» объявила горячий тур и готова прокачать Казань, Сочи, Ростов и Воронеж этим летом! Все как 30 лет назад — в тех же городах, �� тем же драйвом и хитами, которые никто не забыл.

23–24 июня Казань ждет Жукова в «Баскет-холле» («Город спорта»): большой зал, свет, звук — идеальные условия для массового праздника. 26 июня пересечем границу в Сочи — дворец «Айсберг», где море и музыка растопят любые сердца. 29–30 июня — Ростов-на-Дону, клуб «Embargo Villa» — уют, фанаты, голос и гитара. И финал: 2–3 июля — Воронеж, ЛДС «Юбилейный» — полный ультразвук и куплеты, которые помнят все.

Сергей Жуков и Алексей Потехин начинали на Самаре Радио ещё в 1993-м, и в 1995-м взлетели в Москву с евродэнсом — спустя годы взрывных хитов. Сегодня «Руки Вверх!» — это Жуков и его живая команда, готовая снова сорвать крышу городами.

Ностальгия? Да. Энергия? Безусловно. Хиты? Все на репите. И каждый концерт — это микс тепла и фан‑драйва, объединяющий поколения под одним ритмом.

Билеты уже доступны онлайн! Не тормози — ��ери проход на концерт «Руки Вверх!», зовите друзей и готовьтесь к вечеру, где каждый аккорд заставляет сердце биться быстрее.

[fedor-timofeev]

Руки Вверх!, Amirchik - Ну зачем

Трек из микса лучших летних новинок на zvyk.org Точно хит в июне 2025 Без рекламы и оплаты, горячий релиз месяца! 🎧 Музыка в mp3. ... Читать дальше »

[m40r]

как #тренировать мышцы живота вверх ногами на турнике? #fit #exercise #...

[jr-acrux101]

Soldat's Kin

Summary: You were kidnap to create the strongest soldier. Word count: 2.9k Not beta read. Dark Fic Глупый - stupid Вверх - up Полоска - strip Симпатичный - pretty держи ее в безопасности - keep her safe E/C-eye color H/C- hair color

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping - 18+

PT.2

2014- Hydra Base

The girl drew in a labored breath, her hands were trembling; fear was coursing through her. Your hand found the ground, the cool and damp floor brought you back to reality. You were trapped, in this cold destitute room. There was a single, beaten up, stained mattress in the corner, your stomach coiled at the thought of what that was for. Sitting there, only God knew for how long, waiting, watching for any signs of life through the metal; it seemed to stare and mock you. Freedom on the other side, a steel frame only 4 inches thick was blocking the pathway. Prove of life was found as footsteps passed your door, holding in a breath, afraid it would alert someone. 

Trying to find some comfort, you shifted. In doing so, pain erupted, you silently whimpered. The stinging behind your eyes was abrupt, blood from chapped lips was drawn; holding in the sounds of pain for only yourself to hear. With no light, there was no opportunity to assess yourself. It had to be a bruise, a massive one at that; from your rib cage to glute, pain pulsated. ‘I’m okay. It’s okay,’ you repeated this mantra, trying to convince yourself that whatever this situation held in storage, you were going to be fine. 

Clenching your eyes tight, you tried to remember how you ended up in this room. A light ‘thud’ was heard, a soft pain was felt as your head dropped backwards into the wall. There was nothing, no recollection of how you ended here. 

The sound of heavy boots hitting the floor were in the distance, creeping closer and closer to the door. Keys jingled, and terror spread through your veins, drawing in a breath, you closed yourself in. Making yourself as small as possible when the door opened, you flinched at the light that made it through the barricade. A scoff made its way to your ears, it belonged to a man, “Глупый.” You flinched at the foreign language, it sounded Russian. “Вверх,” you flinched again, body trembling. The man in uniform rolled his eyes, he grabbed your arm causing a gasp from the pain. “Up!” Wide eyes, and tear streaks stared up at the man, you nodded your head with a quick pace. Unable to speak, words caught in your throat, you hastily got up. Hand still gripped on the forearm, he dragged you though what was considered your safe haven now, “Follow.”

The hallway was dimly lit, made of concrete and the walls were cracked. You stumbled over your feet, as the soldier picked up his pace. What felt like a mile walk, of being continuously dragged, the pair finally stopped. The man reached with his free hand for the keys, before opening the door, the man turned his gaze to you, “Do not fight.” With your eyebrows furrowed, the man opened the door and threw you in. 

Stumbling, you were confused on why there was a transfer to a new room. You examined her surroundings, the room was the same, except this bed; it was almost identical with one exception, this one had blood. You stiffened at the sight, with your eyes trained on the stain, there was no notice of the figure emerging from behind you. 

“Полоска.” Turning quickly, you tripped over your own feet. Landing on the floor, in pain, you turned to the man who spoke. His hair reached his chin, his mouth was covered with a mask, and his eyes had black dust around them, masking his features. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, his eyes were cold and distant. There was no humanity in them. “Полоска,” he repeated the word a second time.

Mouth agape, you ever so slightly shook your head, “I… I do-don’t,” before you could finish the sentence, he bent down and hauled her to your feet. 

“Strip,” there was a heavy accent, Russian maybe. 

Eyes filled with terror, you uttered a small, “What?”

His eyes narrowed, “I said strip.” The tone was hard, and as you were going to protest, the soldiers' words echoed in your head, ‘Do not fight.’

Your bottom lip quivered from holding in the sob, eyes were stinging again; with trembling hands you undressed. The man watched you, not moving, not saying a word, simply just watching. You stood there in a bralette and underwear, shielding your exposed body - horribly. “All of it,” e/c eyes snapped to blue.

“Why?” It was small and weak but the soldier heard you still.

“The mission is to procreate,” the words were so monotonous and uncaring, it grew a pit in your stomach. You went to speak, but the man cut you off, “Finish, or we will get another woman. "The threat loomed in the air, you weren’t dense; ‘Finish undressing, or we will kill and replace you.’

You nodded, the tears finally falling. He looked at you and then the bed, understanding, you laid on your back. Ignoring the blood stains and keeping in the full blown out sobs, you waited. The mattress shifted under the new weight, the warmth of the man made you drop a few more tears. A hand slithered from your knee to the inside of  the thigh, prying it to the side. A cold and hard touch made its way to the other thigh, a gasp escaped your lips. Eyes searched the man, landing on his left arm; it was made of metal. Your thighs clenched from the cold touch, but you forced yourself not to move, or to comment, the words he said kept you from reacting.

A metallic taste hit your taste buds, as your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip. The man continued, hand making its way high up. Sucking in a breath as he started to touch you, it was robotic. A man on a mission, no soft grazes, no playful touches. The cold metal against your burning flesh resulted in a  flinch. Metal fingers were in and out, you clenched instinctively at the thought of something inside you. He spread his pointer and index finger, opening you more up. The man's stare made its way to your face, as you avoided acknowledging what was happening. Your gaze was trained on the ceiling. He brought his right hand, gently rubbing your clit. Your body squirmed at this new action taking place, he saw as your cheeks become dusted with red. He continued, enthralled at watching you squirm; besides this was part of the objective.

The Winter Soldier continued to watch you, as your breath became ragged. He felt his lower body slowly harden, this time of his own accord. Unable to focus on the ceiling as the man touched you, your eyes found his. Retracting his right hand, it made its way to his zipper. His cock sprang out, hard and throbbing. Glancing down, your eyes widened. “It’s too big!” You clasped a hand over your mouth.

The Winter Soldier simply stared, he put his member at your entrance, "It will.” Shutting your eyes, anxiety clawed its way through you: he pushed the head though. He was met with resistance, her body was wound up and tight. “Relax,” it was gruff, the tightness was painful.

A sob finally broke through your crumbling facade, “I’m trying! I am, I swear I am.” You clamped your mouth shut, afraid crying would agitate him. He narrowed his eyes once more, he brought his hand up, and you turned her head away. Cool metal was felt, he moved your face back to the original place. Your eyes sought his expression, his mask was off. His chiseled chin was clenched, her leaned down and captured you in a kiss. Slowly, the clenched and frigged state you were in, relaxed. He entered slowly, inch by inch settling in wet, slick heat. 

A string of saliva connected the two as the Winter Soldier broke apart. His hips were flush against you, he pulled back slightly before thrusting back in. Your breath became ragged, and desire pulled in the bottom of your stomach. He repeated his moves, earning a moan. Curiosity got the better of man, he moved his mouth to your neck as he thrusted in. He sucked on your flesh, and your arms hesitantly gripped his shoulders. Thrust after thrust, licking, sucking after licking and sucking, You let out a moan. Clenching tightly around his girthy cock, made him falter his pace. Opening your eyes, looking at his ocean blue ones, you nervously touched his jaw. With no protest, you gently guided his face toward yours. His pace quickened as you moaned into the kiss. He let out a grunt as he came inside. No urgency was felt so there was no slowing down, he continued to fuck you as he came, pushing his cum further and further in.

Your orgasm snuck up as he continue to fuck you after cumming, you gripped him tightly as the waves continued to pulse throughout the body. Seeking some type of human connection, you held him close. Ragged breath, and chest heaving, the Winter Soldier hardened again. With eyes pleading to stop, you shook your head. “The mission is to procreate.” With that the night continued, orgasm after orgasm, until you were delirious in pleasure and pain, the perfect balance.

Everyday, at what you assumed was the same time, you would visit the Winter Soldier. Whoever gave the mission, also gave the soldier hours to complete each day. You were there for months, not that keeping count was feasible. Some days you would hear, “Winter Soldier is out.” He would be gone for long periods of time, when he would return - he was rougher, less touches, less softness… less humanity in him. The two of you never spoke too many words, just letting actions speak; both forced to the task at hand.

Before the last day you had seen him, he spoke, “Симпатичный,” it was low, as if you were not meant to hear it. E/C looked at him, as your body was sprawled for him to use. He climbed over you, as if he was stalking prey, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes fluted down to his lips, before reaching back to his pretty blue eyes. There was a ghost smirk on his lips, it was quickly squashed as the Winter Soldier does not feel. He was fully naked, his body burning against yours, the only relief from the heat was his metal arm; it hovered your breast. The cool metal in contrast to your body heat made you flinch as he gently pinched your nipple. You sucked in an inhale as the hand made its way to the upper part of your jaw. He had gripped the base of your neck, bringing you in closer. The kiss was anything but innocent, the lewd salvia being swapped as your tongues danced around each other would make a whore blush.

He pulled back, breathing hard and wild. You looked down, towards his body, his cock red and bulging, for some reason based on how he kissed you, you decided this would be different. Your voice was soft, always soft when you spoke to him, “Could you sit down?” There was no hard tone, or direct order, just a question with soft intentions. He hovered as you continued, “You don’t have to, but I,” you hesitated to speak, embarrassment now coursing through your veins, “I-I want… to uh… make you feel good, in a different way.”

Another moment of silence passed before he nodded at your request, “You could sit or lay down or do whatever felt comfortable.” The Winter Soldier kept his eyes trained on you, he laid on his forearms to have a view still. You pushed yourself up, landing on your hands and knees, you were shy and slow as you made your way towards his bulky thighs. One hand rested on said thigh, as the other gripped his cock. You slowly started to pump; up and down. He continued to stare, as you left your mouth agape, allowing his member to slide down towards your throat. He hit the back, you gave a sharp inhale through your nose, continuing to let him slide down until you couldn’t handle the size anymore. You pulled up slightly, letting your tongue slide around the head as you hollowed your checks. The Winter Soldier threw his head back, and let out a groan. He’s made sounds before, but knowing you were able to make him feel so good that he had to break contact, lit a fire in your stomach. You bobbed your head, repeating the action again and again. Letting yourself choke on his cock, swirling your tongue down and around, in circles even. 

A freezing touch made its way to your scalp, he gave a soft tug - telling you to stop. You did as instructed, your eyes dark with lust. The Winter Soldier reflected that, the heat in his navel intensified as you asked a simple question, “Do you want me to ride you or get on my back again?” He pondered, never having to choose before, he looked at you then his member, motioning with his eyes for you to sit. You nodded, and positioned yourself over his cock, ever so slowly taking him inch by inch. The sweet burning sensation made your legs quiver. You took a deep breath as you finally met his hips with your thighs, he finally laid completely back. His hands resting on your sides, when you moved up he thrusted upwards, not liking the feeling of your warmth around him gone. You moaned as he did so, the slap of skin echoing throughout the room. He pulled your hips down, driving himself deeper in you. 

“Симпатичный,” he said the same phrase as you gasped for air, the thrust winded you in a way, never having someone so deep inside you. He let his hips fall and pushed you back down, the Winter Soldier felt in control for the first time in a long time. He used you, in and out, up and down, his cock entering you repeatedly. His metal hand found your clit, the cool metal made you flinch. He rubbed his thumb of the pearl, gentle but fast. His thrust was becoming sloppy, you held yourself up, hands spread out across his chest. You bounced up and down, little “uh, uh, uh’s” falling from your mouth as the Winter Soldier was deep in you. He shifts forward, throwing off your momentum, now he is sitting up your clit up against his upper pelvis area. He leaned further forward, his lips kissing across your chest until he found your nipple. He suckled the perky flesh, beginning to thrust forward, his metal hand guiding you to fuck yourself on his cock still. Thrust after thrust, the Winter Soldier continued, when the warm feeling in your lower stomach made its way to your pelvis, you clenched as you orgasmed. He followed close behind; your tight heat becoming tighter, your moans sounding like symphony, and how your mouth part opened, gasping for breaths, it was too much for him.

You laid on his chest, becoming too weak to continue, too weak to even hold yourself up. You continued to clench around him, your body slightly convulsing from the pleasure still. With heavy eyelids, tiredness seeped through the body, your breathing started to even out and your body let itself rest. The Winter Soldier gently laid you on the bed, simply staring at your beauty. A h/c strain of hair laid effortlessly across your cheek, he stared at your lips; full, plump and raw. He slowly dressed, his black leather suit clad against his body, a knock on the metal door was heard; a sign his time was done.

Vlad stood there, posted in position next to the door. He kept his eyes trained on the floor. The Winter Soldier halted his footsteps, his gruff voice breaking through the silence, “держи ее в безопасности,” the man froze. The soldat never looked at anyone, he ignored all the other soldiers unless it was a superior officer, and Vlad was not that. He turned to Vlad, eyes piercing his soul. Vlad found himself nodding, in awe and terror; the Winter Soldier spoke to him, the Winter Soldier also trusted this girl to him.

Long h/c hair had the wind flow through it, the feeling of the sun’s warmth cascaded down your face to the body. The soldier that was assigned to you since the beginning, turned around and started to walk away. “Why?” He halted his steps, the question plagued you, and him. 

Facing you, his gaze turned ever so soft, “Your name, it was my daughters.” His accent was thick but the words pierced your heart. “What happened to the soldat? Who was he?”

His eyes made their way to your stomach, then met your e/c eyes again, “An experiment. All I know is his name was James, and he was around for a while as a top assassin.”

“Thank you.” He gave a nod, and went on his way. Patting your outfit down, a map was found with the nearest town circled, and some money. Your mind wandered to the Winter Soldier, you hadn’t seen him in a while. With no return and the base scrambling, you figured he must’ve not made it out the mission he was assigned. Glancing down, the swell of your stomach made you  nauseous. There was success in the task that was supposed to add an extra nine months to your life; now freedom was in your grasp, and so was life.

[wycx-v-hidjabe]

И снова здрасьте

спустя время решила добавить описание, а в алт попробую перевести позже..

«Сияющий ниже образ, подобен лучу солнца от которого тянуться ласкуты света, и проника��т дальше во тьму. Это Ким Кицураги, он без очков, следит за движением своей руки в перчатке, словно, зачарованный, проникшийся неким внутренним чувством. На плечах Кима, на оранжевом бомбере легли руки из тени, а сама тень тянется вверх, занимая все оставшееся пространство, кроме головы Лейтенанта. Голова в нимбе, очерчивает округлые и заостренные черты лица, глаза расслаблены и открыты. Открыты, чтобы узреть, то чего не видит.

Тень, а точнее силуэт спрятанный в тени, за ним кроется детектив, и как Сатурн у него диск с чередующимся кругляшами в виде тех личностей что подарила детективу серость. Кружки на диске, как цикл луны что увеличивается ближе к нимбу Кима. Частичка тех вещей что видит Гаррье, ощущает и Ким. Доверяя ему и себе. И кажется, что тень обнимает светоч, а значит что это взаимно.»

[vestaignis]

Сокотра. "Драконий" остров.

Небольшой архипелаг в Индийском океане, главным островом которого является Сокотра, принадлежит Йемену и лежит почти в четырехстах километрах от Аравийского полуострова. Это удаленное место известно своими растениями-эндемиками, около трети всех видов растений Сокотры не встречаются больше нигде на планете. В 2008 году архипелаг был внесен в список Всемирного наследия ЮНЕСКО.

Самое известное рас��ение острова, которое стало его символом, — драцена киноварно-красная. У этого вечнозеленого дерева уникальный и странный вид перевернутого зонтика или огромного гриба высотой до 10 м с зелёной шляпкой. Его темно-красную смолу называют «драконьей кровью» и используют в народной медицине и косметологии. Каменистые долины, где сотни необычных деревьев тянут вверх свои ветви, стали визитной карточкой острова.

Socotra. "Dragon" Island.

A small archipelago in the Indian Ocean, the main island of which is Socotra, belongs to Yemen and lies almost four hundred kilometers from the Arabian Peninsula. This remote place is known for its endemic plants; about a third of all Socotra plant species are found nowhere else on the planet. In 2008, the archipelago was added to the UNESCO World Heritage List.

The most famous plant of the island, which has become its symbol, is the cinnabar dracaena. This evergreen tree has a unique and strange appearance of an inverted umbrella or a huge mushroom up to 10 m high with a green cap. Its dark red resin is called "dragon's blood" and is used in folk medicine and cosmetology. Rocky valleys, where hundreds of unusual trees stretch their branches upward, have become the calling card of the island.

Источник://pikabu.ru/story/ostrov_inoplanetnyikh_rasteniy_posmotrite_kak_vyiglyadit_zagadochnaya_sokotra_v_indiyskom_okeane_7350197, //wikiway.com/yemen/ostrov-sokotra/photo/, /youtravel.me/ tours/region/sokotra, //travel.yandex.ru/journal/ostrov-sokotra-v-yemene/.

[malinka624]

Mini comic

Мини комикс по моей ау

- Эй! Спускайся вниз, сейчас же!

- Заставь меня

!

(Чёрт! На’ви? Здесь не должно быть никакого племени)

- Уходи! Скорее, беги! Пока они тебя не заметили (шёпотом, на на’ви)

Они тебя убьют!

- Паук! Я начинаю терять терпение!

- Чт..!

Нет!

- Ну наконец

Давай ка кое-что проясним

Когда я говорю теб..!

- Не двигаться!

- Ха

- Руки вверх!

- Что это у нас тут…

- Я… полковник?

Это… это я

- Постой…

Лео?

- Что?

- Лео?

- Стой!

Не трогай его, пожалуйста!

- Папа!

- Что?

- Чего?!

- Лео? Это правда он?

- Я скучал по тебе…

- Хей, не плачь, львёнок. Всё в порядке, я здесь

- Что во имя Эйвы тут происходит?!

- Чшшш! Не прерывай их

- Ага, у них тут момент

- Дядя Лайл? Файк?

- Привет мелочь!

- Почему это он дядя Лайл а я просто Файк?

- Я думал вы все мертвы

- Ну в каком-то смысле да. Помнишь я рассказывал тебе о том проекте Феникс?

- То есть вы…

- Мы теперь большие синие зомбаки

- Я… не думал об этом в таком ключе

- И теперь вы все выше меня… опять. Супер

- Ну хватит о нас. Как ты? Что с тобой случилось после битвы?

Ты явно не выглядишь на 26

- Меня поместили в крио, но 4 года назад кое-кто меня разморозил. Так что

Мне теперь 15

- Совсем взрослый, а?

И кто же этот загадочный «кое-кто»? Я надеюсь не один из тех предателей…

- Не, его мама была одной из учёных, но они даже не знают о его существовании. И оба его родителя умерли до того как он меня нашёл так что… Нас было только двое, я и Кай

- И вы вдвоём выживали тут в одиночку на про��яжении 4 лет? Как?

- Ну, Кай жил в лесу всю жизнь. Он знает всё. Он даже научил меня стрелять из лука

Кстати… Что случилось с ЭмДжеем?

- Он… теперь зовётся Пауком

- Что… Он?

- Он вырос здесь. С Салли

- Оу. Мне жаль…

- Жаль? О чём?

- Я имею ввиду, я рад что с ним всё в порядке, но…

Он наверное рос, слушая о том, какой ты плохой

- «Он» вообще-то прямо здесь

- Они все видят в тебе только какого-то монстра

- Демона, как они тебя называют

- Ну и в чём они неправы?!

…

- Эмм

Эй, пап?

- М?

- Пойдём со мной. Я хочу познакомить вас с Каем

- Конечно, малыш

Давайте, парни, вперёд. Мы должны вернуться до затмения

- Да, сэр!

- Сюда

- Что ж, расскажи мне обо всём что я пропустил. И про этого Кая. Сколько ему вообще?

…

- Эй! Не отставай, Тарзан

- Ага

- Леоооо! Как насчёт обнимашек с дядей Лайлом?

[darinishna]

К этому закату я бежала, сломя голову

Добираясь до края мыса, в ожидании красивейшего заката, я не думала, что застану его уже на обратном пути

Когда солнце разольет персиковый свет по холмам, а я, запыхаясь, побегу прямо вверх. Чтобы хоть слегка зацепить ускользающий за сопку луч

[noseysilverfox]

Morning exercise: turn your head to the left, right, down, and up—toward the sun and the sky☀️ Now the day will be wonderful! 🌹

Утренняя гимнастика: поверните голову влево, вправо, вниз и вверх — к солнцу и небу.☀️ Теперь день будет отличным! 🌹

[alltheatre]

Жителей Петербурга ждет концерт Сергея Жукова и «Руки Вверх!»

Концерт группы «Руки Вверх!» в Санкт-Петербурге состоится 18 октября 2025 года на стадионе «Газпром Арена». Билеты на концерт «Руки Вверх!» на «Газпром Арене» в Санкт-Петербурге уже в продаже. Не упустите шанс попасть на это масштабное шоу и выбрать лучшие места заранее!

Музыка группы «Руки Вверх!» с конца 90-х стала неотъемлемой частью российской поп-культуры. Два харизматичных исполнителя — Жуков и Потехин — завоевали сердца молодежи своими искренними песнями о любви, доступными мелодиями и энергичными ритмами. Их творчество навсегда вошло в историю отечественной сцены.

Их путь начался с радиостанции «Европа Плюс», где они впервые попробовали себя в дуэте, создав проект «Дядюшка Рэй и компания». Проект был недолгим, но именно он подтолкнул их к решению начать большую музыкальную карьеру в столице. Москва встретила их с открытыми объятиями.

Слушатели ценили «Руки Вверх!» за честность и понятные эмоции. Каждая песня вызывала отклик, ведь Жуков пел о том, что близко каждому. На фоне танцевальной волны нулевых они умело использовали тренды и выпустили десятки хитов, ставших гимнами молодежи. Турне проходили по всей стране и за её пределами.

После ухода Потехина в 2006 году Жуков сделал перерыв, но уже в 2008 году группа была восстановлена. С тех пор он активно гастролирует, обновляет хиты и собирает стадионы. В этом году состоится шоу на «Газпром Арене», а в 2026-м — грандиозный юбилейный концерт в «Лужниках».