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Nikolai Fandev Noise MS. Music journalist Nikolai Fandeyev died. Grucen expresses his opinion

I received the news by SMS that Kolya Fandev died on January 31 !!! What a horror! I do not understand how a person with a heart attack could let go home ... die?! Last entry from FB Nikolai Fandeyev:

Nikolay Fandev
Trekking for heart attack

So, matured to tell what happened to me in the last two weeks ...

I gradually feel badly felt on Wednesday - January 14th. Having come home on this day, I noticed that something was wrong with me, but I was not worried too much. My first thought was - poisoned with something. Is it possible now in grocery stores sell overdue products - as part of a program to counter price increase due to sanctions?

In the morning of the next day (January 15), I was safely shaved, prepared breakfast. But I could not eat it: comes in the throat. Besides, I am a sorry - I walked around, I blurted. And I was injured strong cold sweat! And something hurt near the throat under the bone: a monotonous stupid pain ... In general, on this day I decided to fly away at home, and it didn't come out of the house.

On January 16, I was simply forced to be something else to take away - not far from home. Again the cold sweat, again diarrhea, again pain under the neck, though, now she was a little lower. With sin in half, she took what was needed: ten seconds I go, then I stand 10 minutes - shortness of breath, and so on. And even returning home, I called from the polyclinic of the district doctor.

The doctor came pretty quickly. I looked at me, listened. I told her about diarrhea, nausea, as well as about the pain under the sneaker. And she officially diagnosed: intoxication, i.e. poisoning. I spent the active consumption of activated carbon, well, and Validol with no-shpoy - if where he will overtake. Well, if it becomes even worse - call ambulance.

On the morning of January 17 (Saturday) I was even worse, I had to call an ambulance. The guys arrived quickly. Again inspected-fell-measured - and jerked me a new diagnosis - heart attack!

All that was then, I remember badly. Unless how I was ridden from the entrance to the courtyard in the wheelchair, and there some of our neighbors painfully watched me ....

They brought me to the hospital number 15 (Veshnyakovskaya st., D. 23). Since I was already no, then I remember vaguely. I remember that we were lucky on the stages on the catal, something is broken, something was measured ... As a result, they placed me in the intensive care unit. Connect me to the Cambrids to the dropper, to the oxygen apparatus, was stuffed with a huge number of different drugs. As a result, I started ... glitches! I walked along some nightly deserted city with an abundance of neon advertising, I participated in some business projects, etc. Hallucinogenic period of my stay in the hospital resulted in a few days.

Resuscitation department of hospital №15 - a separate story. Yes, there are many modern equipment. But this is perhaps the only dignity. In fact, the resuscitation department is an over-fast enterprise. This is not allowed anyone at all, it's difficult to convey to the patients to the patients in everyday life. There is no TV, nor radio, nor Wai-fi. There is no mirror anywhere. In the toilet, you can only doctors, patients, please duck.

Phone patients - categorically impossible! But the nurses can be. Personally, I have not previously watched how Julia's nurse flee away in a long-range survey and a balabolila there minutes for forty! It is instead of doing patients !!!

In the intensive care unit there is not even standard outlets by 220 V, the medical devices plugs have a completely different form. And most importantly, it is incredibly hard to be patients. Patients scream loudly and remember (as if it was a torture gestapo), so, for example, to sleep problematic.

Medical apparatus here is far from silent. That's where bippers are fisted there. I heard such music somewhere in Brian Io ...

In the afternoon, in order to somehow raise the mood, I tried to communicate with other patients. But for some reason they did not communicate with rare exceptions. The only cheerful episode that I watched over these days is the operation of a radiologist. A young guy came, rided with an X-ray apparatus, put it on someone's a bound. Long something installed there, set up. Then I pressed the button and with the bullet stacked the bullet flew into the opposite end of the corridor!

January 19 (Monday) I had a hallucinogenic finale. Consciousness My gradually began to seek, and my mind began to ask all sorts of different questions. When I finally reinforced the nurse to give me the opportunity to unimpose into the sink - for it was nursing to breathe - I drew the strong thickens of mucus mixed with brown blood from me. It turned out that it was the result of pneumonia! About which I used to say anything at all! And under the neck I also hurt from pneumonia.

Then some doctor came and began to blame me that the heart attack I myself earned myself due to the fact that I ... I smoke a lot! My argument that I do not smoke at all that for my life I did not smoke a single cigarette (and this is pure truth), for some reason he categorically did not accept.

And I also want to tell you about one doctor. I believe that all Russian medicine should know her name. Romenso Oksana Vladimirovna.

So this one Oksana Vladimirovna, somewhere on Tuesday (January 20), came to the resuscitation database with a package of documents compiled by it on me and showed me the first page of this package.

"Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is it not an error? You have it written here that I have a first blood group with positive rezes, and I have a third group all my life. "

"We have the best equipment, so there is no mistakes," Romashenko replied.

"Yes, but from my childhood, how much I remember, always the third group of blood."

Oksana Vladimirovna begins to be frowned by the turnip: "Perhaps you have changed a lot lately, so your blood group has also changed."

I was then trying to understand for a long time how the person knowledgeable in medicine as a result became a certified doctor. I do not know the answer so far ...

On Wednesday, on January 21, I was finally transferred from the intensive care unit to the cardiology. The room №438 was similar not to so much on the hospital ward, but on the cabinet. The walls are shaders, in the toilet rusty pipes, in the soul and not to wash at all because of squeezing. And yet I was at first I was delighted: patients turned out to be more sociable. Of 6 people 5 chauffeurs! But!

In the evening, the chauffeons sat down in someone's laptop some kind of gangster series. Everyiantly commented on everything that saw on the screen: "But see, she did not have time to come to him, as he was already blown," "Oh, and this also planted, ha ha ha", etc. Plus, devoid of any Meaning is a rich set of mat.

An additional piquancy of the situation was that their laptop was able to show only one this eight-grade film. As a result, they watched this series in a row and without stopping five times!

Well, okay, I think, now they will lie to bed, and I will finally sleep too! FIGM! They went to bed, but they scared (at least three) so that the walls shook!

For some reason, I was again returned to the resuscitation department again. True, since at that moment there were no "loud" patients, for the first time in six days I managed to sleep badly. Even under Bryan Iso.

January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to the Cardiology Department No. 438. Fortunately, and then the composition of the patients was changed, as a result, a man was extremely pleasant for communication for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23, I finally found myself at home again. As they say, now I continue treatment in an outpatient mode.
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I do not know why I wrote all this here, I probably just wanted to speak.

People, feel your health as carefully! And do not get sick!

Today, the birthday of Joseph Prigogin notes, but, as in the case of Alibasov (), let us remember it, but a journalist who entered the producer to an unequal struggle and lost.

Nikolai Fandeyev (1960-2015) did not leave the old man, until the end she keeps the drive, love for music and thirst for human communication. Before death, he managed to blame the doctors in the blatant unprofessionalism, hardly remembering the song of Raper Noize Mc "Who killed Nikolai Fandeva."

Meloman Nikolai was since childhood, and with addiction to foreign music, "firm", as he called it. Music is not only English-speaking. He knew Hungarian and Polish stage well.

He graduated from MEI, the Department of Radio Engineering.

Unfortunately, I do not remember Fandeva on the radio where he worked in the 1990s. Then secular journalists suddenly began to rule the ball. From year to 1993, before default, they determined the cultural trends of the country, against the background of the collapse of domestic literature and cinema. The hit of the then television was the "sharks of the pen" in which Fandeyev did not enter why Glory he was somewhat late.

Fandev worked as an editor on Radio "Revival" and "Panorama", then became leading to the "Charton Radio".

In 1997, he began to be printed as a musical critic, but such a newspaper as "all channels TV" and the "answer" magazine did not hold in his hands.

For me, Fandeyev manifested itself only somewhere in the middle of zero, when his work on Uncle was finished. At first I met him on different TV shows, unwittingly adding the sound, for the guy spoke interestingly and provocatively. And then, Fandeva appeared his portal "StarsNews", - the portal is not long ago, but the official website of Fandeva is functioning, - http://www.fandeeff.hop.ru

I do not know how often Fandiy was infused in scandals before that, his texts in the journal "answer" quite fresh, without a special salt. Apparently the policy of public media Nicholas held back. But on the portal, Fandeyev hesitated.

And this is understandable - a specialist in classical rock, who understands what was forced to understand the shades of a pop shit. Fandeys repeatedly showed artists in the use of phonograms; Beautifully knowing music, found a regular plagiarism; Russed with charges of Valery Meladze, that he did not give to the "Star Factory" produced with him with his brother Konstantin, removing naphthalene prickly songs from the backyards; I predicted that Anita Tsoi, despite the powerful support of her husband (the right hand of the Mayor of Luzhkov), will not achieve fame. The journalist was buried, not afraid of the strong world of the show biz. Reverse reaction could not not follow.

First on Fandeva pounced with a knife one of the numerous husbands of Elena Berkovoy. That scandal managed to lean the lovely.

Then Fandev turned out to be an inspirer of Rapper Noize MC, writing on his album "The Greatest Hits Vol. 1 "Washing review. In response, the singer was detected by the song "Who killed Nicholas Fandeva?", Representing a necrologist, and far from compliant. It was then that the name of Fandeva widely recognized not only the musical party. Nikolai himself, listening to the track, issued a positive verdict. In the end, this act answered the journalist's hooligan style.

The most fierce cutting rose from Fandeva with producer Joseph naughty. They clung all the time until the prigainer broke through. At one of the press conference, Valeria came to a straight line. Prigogin found the vulnerable place of the Pravdoluba Fandeva, saying that he wrote well about those who pay him. I do not know how fair it was, but I was always surprised by the indulgent attitude of Nicholas to some artists of one producer center.

Submitting to Fandeva compromising in the form of his printed statements, Prigogin sued. Judged for a long time for Fandeva catastrophically. In 2010, he was awarded to pay 230,000 rubles.

After which Fandev announced the reconciliation of the parties and apologized.

The duty of Prigogin forgave, and from the network was disappeared by Nikolai articles about the "Factory of Star-6" and Valeria.

But as a result, the reputation of the journalist was very closed. He was stopped inviting public events.

In my opinion, it went fandewa good. In 2012, he started in LJ project "Funny nineties" - here the beginning (https://fandeff.livejournal.com/2012/01/), which includes 300 grades about the stage of those times, when it was fun, drunk and multico. For one and a half years, my weekdays began with memories and songs from Fandeva. And, by God, it was great!

The end of Fandeva shows what surgery he left.

And how he was heal.

Here is his post LJ dated January 26, 2015 - https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/1065226.html

Duplicate.

Called a "infarction hike".

So, matured to tell what happened to me in the last two weeks ...

I gradually feel badly felt on Wednesday - January 14th. Having come home on this day, I noticed that something was wrong with me, but I was not worried too much. My first thought was - poisoned with something. Is it possible now in grocery stores sell overdue products - as part of a program to counter price increase due to sanctions?

In the morning of the next day (January 15), I was safely shaved, prepared breakfast. But I could not eat it: comes in the throat. Besides, I am a sorry - I walked around, I blurted. And I was injured strong cold sweat! And something hurt near the throat under the bone: a monotonous stupid pain ... In general, on this day I decided to fly away at home, and it didn't come out of the house.

On January 16, I was simply forced to be something else to take away - not far from home. Again the cold sweat, again diarrhea, again pain under the neck, though, now she was a little lower. With sin in half, she took what was needed: ten seconds I go, then I stand 10 minutes - shortness of breath, and so on. And even returning home, I called from the polyclinic of the district doctor.

The doctor came pretty quickly. I looked at me, listened. I told her about diarrhea, nausea, as well as about the pain under the sneaker. And she officially diagnosed: intoxication, i.e. poisoning. I spent the active consumption of activated carbon, well, and Validol with a nospoy - if where he will overtake. Well, if it becomes even worse - call ambulance.

On the morning of January 17 (Saturday) I was even worse, I had to call an ambulance. The guys arrived quickly. Again inspected-fell-measured - and jerked me a new diagnosis - heart attack!

All that was then, I remember badly. Unless how I was ridden from the entrance to the courtyard in the wheelchair, and there some of our neighbors painfully watched me ....

They brought me to the hospital number 15 (Veshnyakovskaya st., D. 23). Since I was already no, then I remember vaguely. I remember that we were lucky on the stages on the catal, something is broken, something was measured ... As a result, they placed me in the intensive care unit. Connect me to the Cambrids to the dropper, to the oxygen apparatus, was stuffed with a huge number of different drugs. As a result, I started ... glitches! I walked along some nightly deserted city with an abundance of neon advertising, I participated in some business projects, etc. Hallucinogenic period of my stay in the hospital resulted in a few days.

Resuscitation department of hospital №15 - a separate story. Yes, there are many modern equipment. But this is perhaps the only dignity. In fact, the resuscitation department is an over-fast enterprise. This is not allowed anyone at all, it's difficult to convey to the patients to the patients in everyday life. There is no TV, nor radio, nor Wai-fi. There is no mirror anywhere. In the toilet, you can only doctors, patients, please duck.

Phone patients - categorically impossible! But the nurses can be. Personally, I have not previously watched how Julia's nurse flee away in a long-range survey and a balabolila there minutes for forty! It is instead of doing patients !!!
In the intensive care unit there is not even standard outlets by 220 V, the medical devices plugs have a completely different form. And most importantly, it is incredibly hard to be patients. Patients scream loudly and remember (as if it was a torture gestapo), so, for example, to sleep problematic.

Medical apparatus here is far from silent. That's where bippers are fisted there. I heard such music somewhere in Brian Io ...

In the afternoon, in order to somehow raise the mood, I tried to communicate with other patients. But for some reason they did not communicate with rare exceptions. The only cheerful episode that I watched over these days is the operation of a radiologist. A young guy came, rided with an X-ray apparatus, put it on someone's a bound. Long something installed there, set up. Then I pressed the button and with the bullet stacked the bullet flew into the opposite end of the corridor!

January 19 (Monday) I had a hallucinogenic finale. Consciousness My gradually began to seek, and my mind began to ask all sorts of different questions. When I finally reinforced the nurse to give me the opportunity to unimpose into the sink - for it was nursing to breathe - I drew the strong thickens of mucus mixed with brown blood from me. It turned out that it was the result of pneumonia! About which I used to say anything at all! And under the neck I also hurt from pneumonia.

Then some doctor came and began to blame me that the heart attack I myself earned myself due to the fact that I ... I smoke a lot! My argument that I do not smoke at all that for my life I did not smoke a single cigarette (and this is pure truth), for some reason he categorically did not accept.
And I also want to tell you about one doctor. I believe that all Russian medicine should know her name. Romenso Oksana Vladimirovna.

So this one Oksana Vladimirovna, somewhere on Tuesday (January 20), came to the resuscitation database with a package of documents compiled by it on me and showed me the first page of this package.

"Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is it not a mistake? You have it written here that I have a first blood group with positive rezes, and I have a third group all my life. "

"We have the best equipment, so there is no mistakes," Romashenko replied.

"Yes, but from my childhood, how much I remember, always the third group of blood."

Oksana Vladimirovna begins to be frowned by the turnip: "Perhaps you have changed a lot lately, so your blood group has also changed."
I was then trying to understand for a long time how the person knowledgeable in medicine as a result became a certified doctor. I do not know the answer so far ...

On Wednesday, on January 21, I was finally transferred from the intensive care unit to the cardiology. The room №438 was similar not to so much on the hospital ward, but on the cabinet. The walls are shaders, in the toilet rusty pipes, in the soul and not to wash at all because of squeezing. And yet I was at first I was delighted: patients turned out to be more sociable. Of 6 people 5 chauffeurs! But!

In the evening, the chauffeons sat down in someone's laptop some kind of gangster series. Everyiantly commented on everything that saw on the screen: "But see, she did not have time to come to him, as he was already blown," "Oh, and this also planted, ha ha ha", etc. Plus, devoid of any Meaning is a rich set of mat.

An additional piquancy of the situation was that their laptop was able to show only one this eight-grade film. As a result, they watched this series in a row and without stopping five times!

Well, okay, I think, now they will lie to bed, and I will finally sleep too! FIGM! They went to bed, but they scared (at least three) so that the walls shook!

For some reason, I was again returned to the resuscitation department again. True, since at that moment there were no "loud" patients, for the first time in six days I managed to sleep badly. Even under Bryan Iso.
January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to the Cardiology Department No. 438. Fortunately, and then the composition of the patients was changed, as a result, a man was extremely pleasant for communication for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23, I finally found myself at home again. As they say, now I continue treatment in an outpatient mode.
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I do not know why I wrote all this here, I probably just wanted to speak.

People, feel your health as carefully! And do not get sick! "

Noize MC and Nikolai Fandev. It would seem that it can bind these absolutely different people? Everything is simple: almost a real war goes between them. The critic Nikolai Fandev unlistedly responded about one of the albums of the artist, publicly insulted him. If you do not know this story and are not familiar with the personality of this person, then this article is for you.

Album review

Nikolai Fandeyev visited the presentation, and later wrote a non-Seal review, in which he noticed that there were many pregnant women, and someone even pointed out involvement in this young performer. Until that day, the critic did not hear any of his composition and did not know that the guy reads rap. Although he said that such performance is generally difficult to tie with hip-hop. He also noted that every song Noize MC is full of obscene vocabulary. Nikolai Fandeyev spoke about the performer itself, hinted at the low level of its intellectual development.

Rapper performed on the scene with a guitar. But if you believe the words of the journalist, he did not use it at all, she was the attribute of "coolness." Closer to the middle of the speech, he got rid of her at all. Another performer from the scene said that it is more important to communicate with musical journalists. Probably, it hurts Fandeva, since he wrote such a review.

The criticism did not like and the discs that were distributed to the presentation. He stated that these were ordinary "blanks", and the record was not made in the studio. And in the end, Nikolay Fandeyev called all this event shameful.

Answer Noize MC.

Nikolai Fandev, whose death came up with rapper in his track, of course, expected the reaction, but hardly such. The performer did not like what he passes into personality and insults him, and he does not express his opinion on the album. His song is also a peculiar review of Fandeva, but only in an unusual musical format.

He says that the track wrote very quickly, literally in one day, it was on the road. In the evening he recorded him at home and sent a friend who put the music. So this response composition appeared, which Ivan (and this is the real name of the artist) decided to call "who killed Nikolai Fandeva."

Later it became known why this song did not enter the first album of the young performer. The fact is that at that moment he passed from one company to the other, and they refused to insert it, having afraid of litigation. Ivan just downloaded it to the network, calling for distribution.

Fandieva reaction

Nikolai Fandeyev, whose biography in ironic form was revealed in the song, reacted positively to it. He stated that he was even nice to listen to a necrologist about himself, and the track came to his taste. It remains only to guess what real emotions have experienced Nikolai Fandyev, listening to the record.

Noize MC considered it the usual manifestation of cowardice. He believes that the journalist went on a safe way, fearing the reaction of the people, and he hardly thinks about him well.

Grucen expresses his opinion

For the uninitiated, I will explain that a person with a strange nickname gorusen is a friend of Fandeva, who could not leave this situation without attention. He wrote a huge post, where I called Ivan the stupid, not able to compose good texts, perform them and write music. He also stated that he was terrible to piano.

After that, Goruget never calmed down, and when Ivan recorded a track associated with an accident, he called him bad and stuck the artist. It seems that the Fandeva itself is well aptly piano due to this.

What now?

It would seem that this should all end, but this business received its continuation on social networks. A group with the same song was created by the title, where the fans of the artist began to collect all the well-known information about it. They promote distribution in all resources, give links to download and detailed instructions. Also created topics where the correspondence with Fandeva is opened, and other victims of his unfosst criticism are found.

The track, rebeling the public, by the way, entered the reprint of the album. It's amazing that the scandalous review was removed from all the sites of Fandeva, and on the second presentation, Fandev did not appear, fortunately for the performer himself and his fans.

Nikolai Fandev and Husband Elena Berkovoy

With the name of this journalist, a lot of scandals are connected. One of the largest came with her husband Berkova, Vladimir Khimchenko.

The husband of the former star "adults" films wanted to personally attend her press conference to watch what questions they were asked for the faithful. The will of the case there was Fandev, which represented the "answer" magazine. He decided to find out from Elena, whether she sings under the phonogram what would do if she suddenly stop. This question was very angry by Vladimir, and he decided to arrange a mammood over an objectionable journalist.

The first under his hot hand came the press attache Daria, which, according to Himchenko, should not be invited to those who ask such questions. He did not calm down on this and decided to make track of Fandeva in the club. I must say that he succeeded. He approached him and asked to go to the toilet to talk. And there prompted the whaling knife in the side of Nicholas. He threatened him with murder, continuing to strike a blow.

Freedy, Fandev immediately ran to guard to call the police, but producer Berkova begged him not to give the course of this case. He decided yet not to raise the hype, and the case was decided by material compensation. Later in his blog Fandev said he still does not know what will do with a criminal case.

That's about such a strange person, like Nikolai Fandev, you learned in this article. If you still want to read reviews on musical groups and singers, then be prepared that your favorite performer will be presented in the best light.