concerts on the front line, in hospitals, in factories, in the factories our art, some, i remember korolkevich’sm in the factories. there were women standing behind the machines; there were almost no men. we arrived at the van part, there are festivals under the bridge. with a hanger, a hanging blanket for changing clothes, the head of the club apologizes, there is no piano, the construction of the club is temporary, we are here temporarily, there are fierce battles all the time, everyone is very tired, it’s warm here, fellow artists, keep in mind that for them a concert is rest, we fed them, they warmed up, and after the concert they went back to the trenches to fight, they started the concert, the first number, silence, the audience was sleeping, the tired soldiers were sleeping, the head of the club whispers, when the concert is over, they will be woken up in the middle of nowhere. the concert continued, the artists told funny stories in a whisper, the dancers danced on tiptoe, the singers sang quietly and quietly for a long time, everyone tried to stay on stage as long as possible, everyone