khvesyuk is our guest, straight from moscow , yes, mikhalina, yes, mikhalina, good morning, we are glad be returned, tell me what it was inspired by, but the song can't be returned is about relationships, but about the fact that if something doesn't suit you in your current relationship, then... you always need to end it, because everything... still a sad note, we hoped that some kind of optimism would be present, but the female theme, i ’ll just think, mikhalina, she ’s still studying in the eleventh grade, where did she get such life experience from, you know, yes, why do i need this relationship , we have to move on, where does this come from, this is the message of the song, i looked at it from sides on the relationship of friends, on the relationship of some acquaintances, it’s up to me to write such a song, you’re right, this is an author’s song, that is, you directly wrote the lyrics and the music, the lyrics and the music, it’s just that she is limitlessly talented, our mikhalina khvesyuk, this great, good, literally. there are a couple of seconds left until our concert venue, b

suspected of having connections with partisans, among them kaborda joseph iosifovich and his wife mikhalinaom my grandmother, in which she described the atrocities that she saw with her own eyes. on may 3, 1943, in the ivanovshchina tract , they were shot along with other civilians, from the note we understand that it is monstrous to see people dead, shot, for 20 years, mom's eye was knocked out, that's right, and dad's whole head was full of holes, and his blue cap lay nearby, covered in blood, when the grandmother came out of that place , blood was pouring out of her shoes, there was so much, she remembers that the hole in which her parents lay, she was breathing, that she could not immediately take out the bodies, at that moment there were still soldiers standing. probably the police, who did not allow this to be done, from forty-one to forty-three, 400 people, russians and belarusians, were shot in the ivanovshchina urochishche , as it is written in the chgk act, everyone was handed over by local policemen, who of course, their sellers, bastards, who are they were, they were not people,