we don't have a composer boris potemkin, we have an engineer potemkin.ky told dad about this, apologizing for the fact that they wouldn't be able to announce the name of the author of the song in the program. and then dad's older brother left for america, when dad came to get the cherished last signature that opened the door to the union of composers for him, he heard: they say your brother recently left for permanent residence in the state israel. goodbye. and piekha just recorded another song of her father: natasha from the memoirs of anna potemkina, daughter of boris potemkin. the blanket is knocked down, a crumple on the pillow, let her not know how the guns roar, let the world greet my natasha with affection, and let the scariest thing in life be fairy tales. and let the scariest thing in life be fairy tales. branevidsky was a researcher, but he loved his wife very much, they lived together for 20 years, but he had an irrepressible temperament, and he could shout at his beautiful star on stage: a man walks and smiles, the mother is happy for the man

we don't have a composer boris potemkin, we have an engineer potemkin.ogizing for the fact that, that they won't be able to announce the name of the song's author in the program. and then dad's brother left for america, when dad came to get the treasured last signature that opened the door to the composers' union for him, he heard: they say your brother recently left for permanent residence in the state of israel, goodbye. and piekha just recorded another of dad's songs: natasha from the memoirs of anna potemkina, daughter of boris potemkin. blanket, a crumple on the pillow, let her not know how the cannons roar, let my nasushka, the world greets with affection, and let the most terrible there will be tales in life, and let him. scary, there will be tales in life. researcher, but he loved his wife very much, they lived together for 20 years, but he had an irrepressible temperament and he could shout at his beautiful star on stage , shout, foolishly dewy, otherwise you sing, edita, a natural intellectual, the daughter of a teacher, although her father was