there will be european suffering andrey ivliev, accordionist of the golden ten of russia , play dad,porch. he left and i sang altsa. one go, two, go, three, four dot. and the white-haired grandfather postulated. the mountains are golden, but i love brown eyes and faded hair, i should dance the line, my mother didn’t tell me to, she’s mine! here are the photographs, this is my dad, gennady dmitrievich zavolokin, these are the accordion players, all of them are no longer alive, most likely someone left the city, here is matyukhin, afanasy ivanovich, the very one today, i think famous. here it is in all its glory, here is the accordion, this one, which is now in grisha’s hands, here it is, come on, play it a little, listen, the sound, what a sound, try, i’m playing on matyukhin’s. well, let’s say, so-so, but nevertheless, and we are now in the workshop of matyukhinsky, yeletsk piano accordions, zakhar got a little tied up here, by the glasses, i didn’t see you, that’s what you say, konstantin nikolaevich, take such a subbasin, leave it, it looks like a master, you have a whole team here