no longer have a dad, i want to give you a gift from my mother, we have a village in our family, kochetovka among the saints, so when i was getting ready for the program, i always thought, walked around the house and thought, what about andrei, what do i need for you, something close to my soul, my grandfather always prayed to him, his patron , this is ioan, i want him to always protect you from troubles and from everything. it’s so good that there is a dear home, that the roof has not yet leaked. and in childhood, the little dog breathes bread, smells of warm milk, how good, how good, a replacement wing, turn off the roads, the roads are endless. at least for a day, at least for a day behind a carefree girl, to feel the warmth of my birth, even for a stump, even for a stump for a carefree girl, i can feel my warmth. well, now we will be transported again to the novosibirsk region and another guest from there , yuri karabasov, with the song capercaillie dawn, we meet him. wood grouse act like this in the wilderness, hide in the thickets in the fog, wood grouse hide their melancholy and joy,