minions, vinyls, by the melodiya company, so somehow raisky invited me to this meeting with evgeniy grishman after a rehearsal for the paradise orchestra. raisky somehow introduced us to each other and left , i saw such a short man come up to me, wearing glasses, apparently, he couldn’t see very well, with such a slightly swaying gait, zhenya was short, plump, i realized from his suit that he is a bachelor, he played me some melody, the melody was between us, they say so-so, well they recorded the song, well, they forgot, but then at the next meeting grishman... showed me a new melody, played it for me, but i immediately felt that it was some kind of french, three-quarters made chanson with some very long, with such very beautiful melodic moves, and our song was born, for some reason i dreamed of a morning, joyful, still sleeping minsk, and we wrote this song with him, which was called the sun waltz. my city still sleeps sweetly at night, but at this hour i have no time for sleep, the golden rays are dawning, i must scatter throughout the sleeping minsk, a sun in every drop of dew, a sun in

siberia, i don’t know, in novosibirsk, in severdlovsk somewhere, the second part opens with evgeniy grishman’seme of a belarusian song, why shouldn’t we sing? presenter vladimir shelikhin announces and adds that the flute solo is performed by the author evgeniy grishman. applause from the audience, boris raisky comes out with the conductor's baton and waves it. and at this time grishman is rushing around behind the scenes in search of his flute, he cannot find it. the first chord sounds, grishman rushes out of the stage, grabs the flute from the orchestral musician yura kondratenko, and of course, brilliantly performs this piece, applause, that’s it, zhenya goes backstage and starts looking for his flute, has searched everything backstage, there is no flute anywhere. where he could have left it, the concert ended, the musicians come out, zhenya, what, where is the flute, dear flute, zhenya remembers, says, oh, i put it on some polished shiny table, what a polished table, suddenly zhenya looks around, looks around with these white-sighted ones in thick glasses with thick lenses and says: oh, i