and for the public, in paris a lady came up to you... such a lady sang a novel from the hands of a golisisten to me carefully, first of all, came up, after one of the concerts in olympia, i don’t remember after which one? in olympia in paris, a white guard officer came up, a very old man, with a cane, gray-haired, thin, and, it means, there was a woman standing with him, he said, here, here’s a song, this is a song of my youth, more vicious than golits, a song, what a romance, here’s a woman, he, she sang me the melody, i have a very good style... i remembered everything the first time and handed over the lyrics, like this, it was eighty-second, what year, i don’t remember, yes, and so i was the first performer of this song, and then what happened to it, who did it, i am on the conscience of everyone who did something with it, but i had no idea that it was your song, you brought it here because it came to you first-hand, you know what i have to tell you, when i sing it, i have this white guard before my eyes, white... the village has been going on for four days, the don spring is sweatin