this is the story of the composer nazarov and two georgian artists, er, hogi miskishvili and mirian shvilidzeoke up in the morning in the country. in the lower gardens, and it was such a gray day, and we went to swim, and gogi went to swim, and immediately dived decisively, and mirian in an italian jacket looked so disgusted at the sea and sat down, he blamed a handkerchief and sat on it with an expression of disgust on on the face, and nazarovsyl on one and ran to bathe, then looked at the second one and ran back, and we immediately ... thought that nazarov is hamlet, and that's how it all appeared, yes, nazarov himself knows that he is hamlet, and of course, he is proud, by the way, by the way, glory confused all this, because he started writing, and he had already written hamlet in the middle, and i had no choice but to join in, he didn't even ask me, and what about paintings, are you painting something, are you do you put something on these? is it okay, yes, i, i'm smearing a whole series now, i have health, it works as always, here they are devoted to my communication with such an artist