lord, oh lord, igor alekseevich, igor alekseevich, there is a patient with no signs of life, you see,nsferred to a ward here in the evening, yes, something happened, what? and they put yours in another man, and so they killed him at night, the nurse came in. and he’s already cold, i mean, how did they kill him? like this. oh, bone, it hurts, hello, hi brother, listen, i’m here about this accident and the brakes, in general, it wasn’t on you. biting, kostya, on me, that just like that, kostya, me yesterday they transferred me to another ward, and the man who was put in my place was killed by someone at night today, or maybe he died from his illnesses, like an injection in his arm, olesh, i’m sleeping here, let me wake up and figure it out. don’t worry, i said, i’ll figure it out, so i’ll figure it out, yeah, what happened is none of your business , stop lying around, get up and prepare breakfast, no need to go, no, come on, maybe we’ll go to a cafe like normal people, i he said to the kitchen, quickly, i only know how to scramble eggs, so what do you think, fried eggs, or just spread t

now there will be a song that illustrates the widest geography, alexey alekseevich kuznetsov, guitar, andrey nikonov, drums. igorversary of his birth. mikhail tanich is a poet who wrote to our people, that is, to you and me, his own. folk songs, he is an absolutely unpretentious master of lightness, precision, and this is very clearly illustrated by the song, but what can i tell you about sakharin, well, what can i tell you about sakhalin, it’s normal on the island. the weather, the surf has salted my vest, and i live right at sunrise, and the mail flies with transfers from the mainland, to the very farthest galoni of the union, where i throw pebbles from the steep bank, the distant laperu strait. peruza, there are low clouds over sakhalin, but i get up over the hill early, show the sun to the fishermen, and send it, trouble to the yakemon, and the mail, with transfers, flies from the mainland, to the farthest harbor of soya. where i throw pebbles from a steep bank, a distant strait, where i throw pebbles from a mole bank, a distant strait, in the land where waves and winds argue, there live a few... wordy men o