harmony, most importantly, with evgeniy petrovich derbenko, honored artist of russia, hurray, hurray, as well as to the teachers of the oryol music college, who have a sea of ​​students all over the country and not only, and most importantly, those plays that are in any music school they play harmony for the class, this was written mainly by evgeniy petrovich, hurray, and we will ask him to say a few words for both the harmonica players and the tv viewers.

this is what happened, show yourself, but i know, yes, she, wow, the marchers are running, running!

oh and the lyrics for us, please, girl, oh, that's it here, all live, bravo! oryol's game and harmony,

sergenkov's game and harmony all over the country, parted braid, twenty years old, a girl who loved piragi with cheese, heard, not heard, heard, maybe about... he was once walking along a tube from a long way, he met a girl , there are pies in the bag, little girl dove, i’ll reveal my dreams, i adore you, made from cheese, pies, the girl, as soon as she found out all the secret dreams, she immediately invited you. where are the pies? the cossack

waited for that happy time, she kisses him, and he eats the pies. remember, guys, friends, dear ones, in life, don’t trade love for cheese pies.

in honor of the eightieth anniversary of the liberation of the oryol land from the fascist invaders , a poem will be read and lyosha baibakov will forgive us the city of arem, a rocket scattered in the sky , another star took off, victory, victory, victory, bread on the table with quinoa, the village was walking from sunrise and in the evening it became. she, so many people were gathering dust from the station towards her, the accordion sobbed towards her and died down, the sound cut off, the voice of one young woman met, what is bitterer than separation, what happiness after all,

forgetting about the rye kolache, swing, swing, swing astride your father’s shoulder, ah, thank god, well done, it is necessary that the accordion does not cry today in honor of this joyful event , the baren will sound the same as 80 years ago, approximately your name, you’re from oryol and s what regions are there in oryol, zadigoshchensky district, well, oryol province, they call you a villager, you’re called nikita zaitsev , come on nikita nikita.

it will be hot, what, where, when, summer series of games, final, watch after the program time,

pechora vodka, stellar group product, vodka veda. product stellar group cognac old barrel product stellar group bourbon сtirsman product stellar group whiskey mancacher product stellar group. this means, as we understand, there is suffering in rlovčina, this is the most favorite tune, and there are two types of suffering: short and long, short - this means drawn-out, that is, two-line, here it doesn’t add up a little, no matter how short, not vice versa,

long , yes, that means drawn-out, but two lines, yes, and short ones are more common, but four lines, that means first, let’s... the sun set, and behind the village the accordion sang, oh-oh-oh, well, it’s beautiful, and we, and we, come on, you also composed it, it’s long, which means, oh, we’ve been to the orlov region, oh, we’ve ended up here again, ah-ah , thank you, and now the ones that are short, usually four lines, you start

again, it’s so fun, we are from orlov, the guys don’t live in orlosh, we play harmonicas and now we’ll sing for you, and we’ll sing, and now together, and the parlovskis are playing here , parulovsky sings another game here. i will never admit it, my dear, you are suffering so much.

and here we have a beauty, an athlete, accordionist, dianochka grankina, also from the livensky district and from liven themselves? let 's support lina, gypsy girl!

i’ll go to the market to the market, i’ll buy a bow, a cat bow, i’m going crazy, i’m afraid, i’ll buy a basket, i’ll land, i’ll buy a basket,

i’ll take a bow, i’ll take a bow, i’ll go for a mushroom, i ’ll wonder, i’ll be afraid , i'll go for a mushroom. oh, i’m getting lost , i’m afraid, i’ll go pick mushrooms. i’ll pick mushrooms, the barrel is full of lukoshna, oh i’m losing, oh i’m afraid the basket is full, oh i’m losing, oh i’m afraid it’s full of lukoshna, i’ll go under

the bush where the parararar was sitting. oh i'm cheating i'm afraid, where the lamb was sitting, i'm disappearing, i 'm afraid, where the lamb was sitting, friends, dear ones, you have arrived at the so-called soburov fortress, this fortress has been here since the times of catherine the great, it is not far away. from the village of vyatsky posad, all this is the oryol district, we all gathered here, we arrived, how are we in the mood, guys, it’s great, despite the heat, everyone is in a fighting, musical mood, here is the guest sasha trusov, alexander trusov, and by the way with kursk has arrived, we need to give a special welcome, the song will be like this, we heard, he composed it himself, yes, he has arrived

from kursk to orel, and the song is about tula harmony, well, as they say, it’s our common heritage, russia is big. you give me an accordion and mother’s sula, oh give me a gift, and i ’ll play a song on it with my soul, all about love, yes, but love, even if you’re not a guitar, not a six-string, not a saxophone and... empty of gentle sounds, from trembling sounds, you will be drunk, you will be drunk, two-row, two-row, come on, let's play, two-row, two-row, open your hearts to us, two-row, two-row, come on, let's play, two-row, two-row, to us better open it, oh you accordion,

mother’s trumpets, you have a micha and not a single string.

the drums began to beat, the lips began to hum, the recruits again called for the lads, black clouds flew in and they cried like a river, seeing them off.

well, it’s a real holiday of harmony, and guys,

there are those who are willing and there are those who are able, yes, this is our place, oryol district, yes, oryol region, the surname is samsuiv, that’s subsuiv, yeah, so, that means the dance will be good, not timid, but a little bit like that in anticipation of a thunderstorm, solid, solid, they say someone else will join in, incomprehensible person, now we’ll find out everything, we’ll clap, we won’t write,

but a little more, a little more, come on, yes, where is our bait, what will he answer, what will he answer, come on, come on, give me this one of yours ,

in the oryol region the hormone is playing again and i know it won’t be able to shut up until the morning, someone may be suffocating. and the song will sound in the memory for a long time, someone may have a melted soul, the song will sound in the memory for a long time, with hope in the heart we will quietly say goodbye.