pedagogical institute, the faculty of music and pedagogy, my diploma said singing music teacher, butace my own a little conversation that i had to go after... the teacher, my beloved, kolesnikov, vyacheslav pedagogical institute, to the conservatory, because my mironovich, he insisted that i had to go to the conservatory, but since i really loved to sing, i just crazy since childhood therefore, i was even glad for the fact that i was not accepted into the conservatory, i passed the first specialty exam, it turned out that i was a little bit in the technical part, that is, in running speed. fingers on the keys, i was a little, well, lagging behind the previous ones, that is, from the competitors who were behind me, so when they told me, you are talented, but you better go, please, do the right thing, it was still possible to submit the documents , when i entered muspet, of course, these years, maybe i i won’t talk about it now, but those were great years, i could now remember a lot of names, my teachers, because that’s all i imagine myself to be now... it seems to me that this is the

pedagogical institute, you worked as a singing and music teacher in a secondary school, in a sunday to the club nadya to work there, the thing is that at that time there was no nadya club, nadya’s club is a magnificent family club, i will now make such a low bow, a nod to this club, or rather to the people who are there, this is how my life turned out, what - for a while i didn’t work in retirement, then a place became available, that is, a musician was urgently needed as an accompanist, we have this andreevchensk library club, well , actually... within our orsha, it ’s very easy to get there, they needed an accompanist, when i came to this club family man, he is now 29 years old, of course, the families have grown up, only these young girls and guys are left, they were already elderly when i started working with them, i tell everyone, this is honest, this is sincere, i never thought that people who have nothing to do with music at all, they are not musicians, they have such gorgeous voices, they have such... where we had the opportunity to hear authors, performers from all over the

, at a pedagogical institute, faculty, and at my house it so happened that the children all ran awayears now, i come to sing in the choir, when i sing, my wings grow, every time i come, i always light candles for the repose of my dad, who has not been with me for many years, and for yakutin. here is my dear, beloved village, zabolost of the yarshansky district, here we lived as a big friendly family, mom, dad, four children. unfortunately, our house has been empty for many years, everyone has their own quarters, but our house is left alone, my heart sinks, tears come to my eyes, i was born here. in our house, now this picture is right before my eyes, when dad was sitting in this room, he was picking up an accordion, with love in his eyes, the way he looked at us, and so that he could, i would now give everything to my surprise, dad’s accordion has been preserved in this house, i have a feeling, a feeling that it still keeps the warmth of his fingers, dad’s soul stored here, he played the harmonica, and i played the cardion. i don’t know how to play harmonicas, of course, when after s