and in parting, a short poem by gennady shpalkov, artists, tailors and railway workers have wings, butovered how these wings sprout. but they sprout like this, out of nothing and out of nowhere, there is no explanation for the miracle, and i can’t handle it, thank you, valera, for a wonderful evening, thank you, hello, i'm larisa guzeeva, this is a podcast of letters, my guest is an honored artist, director, teacher, producer, someone else , actor, actor, alexander mokhov, hello, beloved, is it possible, how many years, hello, dear, is it possible , i’ll kiss you, you know, at least thanks to your program, i’ll cry further, don’t, don’t, zaisha, i’m not really... i was spoiled not by male attention, but by male care, something so pure, when i i felt like i was a woman and under protection, i seriously want to tell you, when i was with you, we didn’t have lovers, yes, i was so protected, and if you sum up, for example, the attention of all the men who once swore love to me on the scales , put your attention to me like this, respect, care, sasha, it’s impossible to compare, i just want ,