yes, yes, yes, somehow the conversation went like this, saved my confusion, my three-year-old son olesikad, ask your uncle for this girl, i liked her so much... that the witty grishman could not help but react, to which he, having difficulty speaking, said: “olesik, wait 20 years, then take this girl and do whatever you want with her.” . this was the last joke i heard from zhenya grishman. they told me that zhenya was again in the hospital and would probably never return from there. of course, i rushed to see him at the second hospital. zhenya, from the abundance of painkillers, was a little in such a lumatic state. utesov sings, utesov never sang this song, this was the last time i saw him, the next day zhenya died, we said goodbye to him on the old television, on the communist one, when they carried out his coffin, we were the first, as if carrying this coffin. the square in front of the television was filled with people, they laid it in the eastern cemetery, then it was still called moscow, and many, many years after that, in december at 2:00 in the afternoon on december 20 they went