revtov, he sits here, wrote a great song. souls. each of us grew up in a small house, in a big house, in a palace, in a communal apartment, in an apartment, in a khrushchev building, in a mansion, it doesn’t matter, each of us left when he grew up, left home, left his soul in his house, and it doesn’t matter , parents lived there, and it doesn’t matter, the parents are no longer there, others live in the house. and residents, but when we drove near this house, whether it was in moscow, norilsk or sochi, we looked at our house and we understood that our childhood, our youth live in this house, the souls of our parents live, but then one day the house is destroyed, do new builders destroy it, does some prime minister build housing there, does a tank destroy it? a shell, a gun or a rocket , the house is destroyed, the house is killed, the house is killed and our souls are killed, this is what this song is about, thank you, most importantly, the weather in the house, my house, my fortress, songs about the house are heard today in