and they didn’t give me socks. relatives the great power of the word of gennady zavolokin, and here his grandchildren, my two five wall-mounted and great-niece, just gathered, what do you say to the youth, huh? i'm shit now , what kind of swamp is siberia in russia

? so far, we are traveling all over russia with sugar and asking and here we will ask if gennady zavolokin is remembered in yekaterinburg, and the memory is on the walkie-talkie. can you say this is a rhetorical question? it's not the first day that we have realized that this is the case. but the guests came to you from the tambov region galina pottered, yes, and a song will sing in memory of gennady dmitrievich well, there will be songs of an interesting moment about the village of logensky. where the accordionists gather, and we want to remind everyone that this year in the summer yes, from a dozen on june 16th. oh, july will be the seventh already the seventh international festival, play harmony named after gennadievich. we

invite everyone, sometime i will brew my hands. i am a village, i am free and did not know that these lines would become his memory from the cities, lilac, taking the horn, so as not to be sad zavolokin evgeny in the summer we are going to pay off, well, let 's play harmony for you, for it is sung from the people. we are artists we do not live without harmony. well let's sing to say. it's warmer to

give birth not lonely to that accordion on the wall of these songs for the soul we will never forget, let's go to treat the soul welcome. let the accordionists sing from the people. we are artists. how are relatives?