a voice through a dark forest, through a dark forest, through a damp one, another brand of kirov - vyadskythey reflect folk ones. there are zalakhvatsky plesovye, which are sung to the accordion , to the bololaika, in general, as throughout mother russia, but there are chistushki, who sing to the tongue, when there is no harmony, when there is no instrument, but but you have to sing, went to dance, floorboards bend over, short, the guys laugh, well , really, your legs themselves are asking to dance to this music, from behind. for home, whose is this, is this mine, no, this is mine, well, who, who, of course, yes, the most logical one, i didn’t doze, i didn’t sleep , i waited dearly for the guest, i didn’t bother, i didn’t sleep, i waited dearly for the guest, i fell asleep a little , i fell asleep, mercy, i fell asleep a little, i fell asleep, my mercy, i knocked on the window, yes , uyaz shouted, kirov residents are wonderful people, wonderful, kind people who love to smile. it seems to me that if a foreigner comes to us, let’s say, who is used to , well, a routine smile, you won’t get th