cradle, zavolokin was born, in the village of paroven, still a boy. he was an ardent lover of love, stage, he took the boyan in his hands, he was lured by the stage, he took the boyan in his hands, forward, in novosibirsk his talent was spread in russia , a poet and musician appeared in russia, a poet and music appeared. play the accordion, he completed the task, played the fire of love, he made the right choice, created for sure, and glorified the tv show for centuries, and glorified the tv show for centuries with love. the country is happy that zavolokin’s songs are heard , the program participants sing them on the set, at various concerts, especially folk ones, and sing them at simple family feasts, i think, as a composer gennady dmitrievich, this would be very pleasant. sire is very bright, next to each other forever, why are we so daring and bold, life sometimes separates us. why did life tear us apart so boldly? sometimes the rats worked on me and got used to the military and the planks put their hands together and let the shamu go around. there is ice on the streets. accordio