, gurzuf, yaalta, yes, such streets are just so cozy, and i am also sometimes inclined to look for subtextsveryone there is crying, there is ivanovo, a city of brides, there is gurzov, a city of crying, still interesting the story is that we have a friend in yaalta who we made much later, since we were filming a video, and the motorcyclist we come to ride motorcycles in the mountains, in the mountains, right? that he lives 10 meters from the store that was filmed in the video, it was a pharmacy then , that is, there is a pharmacy there in the video, that’s where the curtain is, just in the song, the curtain, now it’s a grocery store, but it’s 10 m right from its gate, and we couldn’t believe it, we arrived there, we looked, something seemed familiar, some familiar place, listen, but it’s dangerous along the serpentine road on a motorcycle or or you... not along the serpentine, we follow these goat paths straight up the mountain, enduro, enduro , yes, yes, enduro, oh, how many years, i broke my finger there last year, it seems to me that this is an unaffordable luxury musicians, especially..

ukrainians are used to building for themselves on their land, from uzhgorod to luhansk, from vylkovo gurzuf to poltava and chernihiv. today, when millions of ukrainians are far from home, their homes are destroyed, feelings and memories of their house have become especially strong, because each house is the story of a separate family, in each house generations of life have lasted. my grandfather built it. behind us is the house my great-great-grandparents built. this house was built in 1625, approximately this is how we calculated the years 1860-1870s, it was all forgiven during the war, although thank god that here the shells did not fall during the war, well, the woman in the yard, but the house survived the famine , the woman said that they collected nettles, well, not so strong, here they still gave themselves more in the west, closer to poland, but they did not line up, well, how at that time there was a collective farm under the union, so it was only possible to keep a cow, two calves and all, and then, when the union already disintegrated, the land was returned, because my grandfathe

ukrainians are used to building for ourselves on our land, from uzhhorod to luhansk, from vilkovo gurzufchernihiv. today, when millions of ukrainians are far from home, their homes are destroyed, feelings and memories of their house have become particularly strong, because each house is the story of a separate family. life lasted for generations in each house. this child was behind us is the house that my great-great-grandparents built, this house was built in 1625, roughly this is how we counted the years 1860-1870s, it was forgiven by the war during those years, although thank god that shells did not fall here during the war . well, the women went to the yard, but the house survived and the famine, the woman told me that they collected nettles, well, not so strong, here they still managed more in the west, closer to poland, eh, but they didn’t line up, well, what the heck back then there was a kolgazp under the union, so was it possible to keep a cow, take care of the cows and all, and then, when...' union fell apart, the land was returned, because my grandfather had the land, the land

in the early nineties, while relaxing in a sanatorium in gurzuf, zoya saved larisa igorevna’s daughterdaughter alena. parents alena broke up in 1985, when she was 6 years old. my father left kazakhstan. to russia, the city of sorsk. since then there has been no news from him. svetlana anatolyevna ivanova was born in the village of novinka, leningrad region, approximately in 1965-1967. she worked as a flight attendant at aeroflot. she had a husband, vladimir apikalovsky and two children, her own daughter ksenia and pasanok kirill. svetlana anatolyevna, her nephews are looking for her. this woman. name is efimiya. she lived in the village of glushkoviche, in the belarusian ussr. during the dispossession, her entire family was deported to koma autonomous soviet socialist republic. an application to search for efimiya was left on the website wait for me by her niece. in addition to her aunt, she will be happy to find any relatives on her mother's side. nina timofeeva, born in gorlovka, donetsk region. she was brought up in an orphanage in the pskov region, then entered a vocational school

out, execute me, yes, yes, yes, so we went to shoot such a video, in the crimea, in the crimea, in gurzufit turns out there are just two tourists who are in at the end they were still late for the bus, such losers who happened to be there, everyone is just crying there, there is ivanovo, a city of brides, there is gurzov there - a city of crying, quieter. and an interesting story is that we have a friend in yalta, who we made much later, since we were filming the video, and the motorcyclist to whom we we come to ride motorcycles in the mountains, in the mountains, yes in the mountains, but it turned out that he lives 10 meters from the store that was filmed in our video, it was a pharmacy then, that is, there is a pharmacy there in the video, this is where curtain, just in time for the song. yes, now it’s a grocery store, but it’s 10 meters right from its gate, and we couldn’t believe it, we arrived there, we looked, something seemed familiar, some kind of familiar place, listen, but it’s a little dangerous along the serpentine road motorcycle or we are not on serpentine roads, we are on