thank you, rem vasilievich, irina georgievna, irina vasilievna.oy, prosperity! and the audience chants, thank you. kuban cossack choir, artistic director, people's artist of russia, viktor zakharchenko. people's artist of a great country, sergei shakurov. oh, roads! oh, the roads, the dust, yes, the fog, the cold, anxiety to the point of the steppe. you can’t know the storm of your lot, maybe you’ll fold your wings in the middle of the steppes, dust swirls under your boots, chains, and burning sticks. all around the flames are raging until bullets reduce the echo of the road to dust and fog of cold anxiety to the steppe storm shot gryah. the raven is circling, your friend lies lifeless in the weeds, and the road continues to toss, gather dust, swirl, the alien earth smokes all around. land, previlava. the cold of anxiety until the buoy, the edge of the barrier , the sun is piled, it gave a blast, we will wait for you for the night and the endless. not even the steppe storms, the snow is pouring, let us remember, friends, we cannot forget these roa