yes, well, at least this way, he says in shambula , an ant should become a messenger, what difference does it make which way you came to champlot, i just feel sorry for nastya, because he’s always a pianist, the most educated member of any rock band, let ’s take nastya, beauty , here she plays , you hear, not so beautiful, requiring virtuosity, and therefore giving the opportunity to show your virtuosity, it will plant, but it’s not boring for you to sit here, because it’s always improvisation, it’s always co-creation, that is, ruslan our ideological inspirer, and we add everything, and i add a lot, every time it’s different, every time it’s something new, something interesting, where are you from? oh, i was actually born in the donensk region , then we moved to vologda in the north, then i came to moscow, entered the moscow conservatory, graduated from it, and now i work like this, yes, that’s what your teachers are looking at you now. but since childhood, from the age of 4, i

loved to improvise on given themes and images and i was taught this a little, so this is all that accompanies me throughout life, in different projects, here with ruslan , please show us what the most interesting sounds you have already found in your work with the guruday team, and please also show us what sounds we will have to distinguish in the next composition.

well, there can actually be a lot of different things, well, education is certainly felt here, what are we going to hear now, what song are we going to hear now? now we will hear round dances, and round dances, i wanted to write a song so that people are already good, yes. what are round dances, it is to open up to this world and support each other friend, because a person with both his right and left hand takes other people and supports them, this song is about this, about kind and caring attitude towards each other, come on, let god grant you success, god grant you also support each other throughout your life, see you later, thanks for your attention.

in a mountain valley, dark blue rivers flow out. the heavens, weaving their braids and waters , in the field of wormwood, people weaving bitter wines into their voices, circling with them, kharavods,

kharaharas, harovods, harovods of all the people, you are the heart of the joyful demand.

the steppe tambourines are beating again in unison over earth above earth. lights of the age-old ritual, holy elders, i am knitting a spakon for you, above the taiga, above the taiga, scything out the crazed snow.