what they call viol de gamba player, violist, but the violist, who played for many years in geradin armonicatime i had been playing for three or four years and we were supposed to play in the small hall of the philharmonic in st. petersburg, everything worked out, everything was fine, and moreover, the man himself turned out to be absolutely amazing. the night captivated me with its brow, and the morning unraveled to fight evil, a shadow on my skin, like a friend hugged me, so the evening didn’t seem to recognize me right away, captivated by the night, sailed like a dashing canoe, can’t overcome the fact that with... your turn won’t drag away everything that reigns on earth night, the fire dozed in the hall, the morning will flare up. dry fire, it’s time, it’s already bright as day, well , get up, go and drink water, and don’t feel sorry for yourself and don’t waste water, the day whispered on my skin in my ear, like a deer, it ran through the thicket, right vadapa, packs of dzikai bark for you and me. as if it didn’t happen by chance that even he, already not he at all, no longer young, the