went to war, served in the tsarist army, and his humorist had a favorite song in general, was chervonnaya vyshnya roots came out. don't give up. we are not mothers unusually. i always wanted to cry under it, for some reason we have a song. a snow-white cherry blossomed on the pillow forever there was a large lilac and cherries here - it was my father who sang. my mom is also good very body. she sang in the church choir another brother her song is like this. very pants, in general, the mowing is very yashny, in fact, someone’s mowing virginally dissolved the braids, too, such a soulful song, probably songs used to be composed from the heart. dear places, beloved paths of the road, how many memories remain and remain here, and childhood is remembered every day , such moments are remembered that took place in the village. and so we always children waited for spring, when the winter ends, the snow will go away, and our parents will go to the fields, drive out the cows. they say that two of them eat yuri, one is hungry and the other is cold. here on this hungry yuri they always drove out into my cows,