so forward for the gypsy nomadic star to the sunset, where the rusal trembles, and the eyes look withs melancholy into the crimson skies, together along the path to meet fate. unfinished, beloved wadding, so it's necessary, to go, not to be afraid of the path, even to the ends of the earth, even beyond the edge, so forward for the gypsy star of krycheva, meeting with the dawn to the east, where it was quiet and lay, the wave will develop, at dawn the foothills will be endless. so forward, oh, so forward, so forward, caught by the swampy woods of the southern devil, where the beastly storm like god's slow, the ocean to plyum, all sorts of perozas of the tsvedarskoy star, what, at sunset where i sacrifice. performances, performances, but the thing is that at seryozha's at seryozha's every concert is also a performance, but i think that here specifically it is about my theatrical e activity and it is pleasant, yes in the pushkin theater, and tell me please, and the matryoshka, and do you have any relation to the acting environment and in general eh? to the theater, i would like to, but t