matusovsky, why? song that our mother sang to us, with the fact that in any trials... doubts no one has taken away from us, with what does the homeland begin with, the council bench , with the same birch tree that grows in the field, bowing in the wind, or maybe it begins with the spring zabebka of a starling, with this country road, of which there is no end in sight, where the homeland begins, the trees burning in the distance, with father’s old pudenka, which we found somewhere in the closet, or maybe it begins with the sound of carriage wheels, from the cage that in your youth you brought to her in your heart. where does the homeland begin? tonight in our studio we all hear our favorite songs, written: in honor of our victory in the great patriotic war, the sky is meanly frowning, there is a chill on the street, and longing is calling me, let what is not forgotten, not get lost in the heart, the memory of the heroes day, even if under your feet you... survived on the ground, but behind your back th