i want to introduce you to olya rybnikova, who came to us from where are you from.ell, i'm from saratov in general with a family. here is a saratov girl from the volga that's all her life. i hmm loved to listen and we generally had such a family. my dad played the guitar here. mom, from a young age, also soloed in one, and such a folk choir or incendiary songs. such as if the volga spills, the bank of the volga is beaten by a wave, if the darling confesses. well, then let's have your song childhood on a litter box olga rybnikova for a minute, we will go to childhood. at rest seagal mounds and like a tourist fog a gray-haired lodging house behind the river a young guy excused in the meadows with a bridle and i will bring everything to know the rights of the owner and the spirit flows two wings on the roofs she beat tea grandmother shakes childhood in her arms, sitting on a mound. and swallows looking for touches soared high above the bathhouse, and the burdocks grew, as if ordered by a radicus, barefoot, went out of the earth, delighting and childhood, rushed barefoo