interfere, she thought, she said , i won’t, so on february 26, 1996, in the foyer of the palace of trade unionsgates of this congress are gathering, as they say, children of different nations, discordant talk, with shouts, because specialists from different countries meet, who have only been working for years they call each other, that is, on international telephones, and then they met, girls are walking around, our beauties in national costumes, with trays on which hot, directly scalding tea, fragrant cookies, they are serving, treating guests, strumming cymbals, girls, dulcimer players, all this is sweet, beautiful, it all lasts for half an hour, suddenly there are powerful blows, timpani, drums, ringing. tchaikovsky's 1812 overture sounds from brass instruments, all the doors of the auditorium of the palace of trade unions swing open, the delegates enter, take their seats, but notice that above the stage there is a portrait of bickerel, on the right and left on the proscenium there are modest music stands on a carved leg. and the stage is occupied by an orchestra, 40 people, smartly dressed