country at the president, at alexander grigorievich, at santa claus in belozhezhskaya pushcha, at sasha soladukhathe singer gives out interviews to intiagungga while he’s busy, between tours and rehearsals, this is the only window in a week, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold, hold, let's go, yes, meditating, relaxing, improvising, away from the bustle of the city, maltia silently enjoys the singing of birds, there is a pond not far from the house, the star comes here as if to work, there is no rest, there is no need to breathe, i have my own character, fruit trees, a vineyard, an english lawn, right in the yard there is a playground for the youngest grandchildren, the neighbor's children come, yes, our grandchildren come, yes , grapes grow there, remember, for me, where the grapes are green, where there are bushy poplars, black rowan, malt assures the garden is in charge wife, i didn’t do anything special here, many people have all sorts of bathhouses there, that’s what i call this football field, a basketball field for the grandchildren to run around, i like to lay the bed myself, no, the