well, the belozers keep the memory of, uh, how more than 50 years ago, makarovich shukshin made his wonderfulm, red kalina, near the film. and now i would like to sing a song from this film, which is called letter to mother. my old woman is still alive. i am also alive, hello hello to you. hut. about me that you often go to the road of the old one on the old shushun. i am still as tender and i only dream of aging from rebellious longing to return low, our friend, and i will return when our white garden spreads the branches of the spring. only you left me. dawn. don’t wake up, like eight years ago, don’t wake up what you dreamed of, don’t worry about what is not evil, too early loss and fatigue i experienced in my life attention. in the help of the detachment to me, and one light that was not told to me, you alone did not tell me the help of the detachment to me. he does not say, and you think about it. hello owner. and here is a real nuclear find and a lace maker. yes, yes, you know how to do it all, see the school one. true, little black one. yes, the ball of the ball shows up as bobbins, fo