you well know, any story in the life of every person begins with the word once upon a time, evgeny dmitrievichhe local bazaar in the morning his blood turned black. i forbade them to call an ambulance, but they do not listen to their wives about it after 2-3 days. when i came to my senses, i look out the window, it was drizzling, raining. so this is my first time i saw how the street lamps are lit, these droplets even as the beads fall. 1.000 umbrellas here traffic lights are just different this green life does without me. what is my role in this world escaped from there. m a modest one-room apartment in the west of moscow does not at all resemble the dwellings of the owner of the gospel, no luxury items , instead books on the history of music, such as papers with sketches of future masterpieces and a computer for communication with loved ones the composer's family lives in chisinau evgeny dmitrievich himself works in moscow in moldova warmer in russia more opportunities. i have a lot of concerts, firstly, for a long time i was fed by cinema, but now, uh, absolutely nothing has changed, becaus