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violent theaters of the soviet union from ussuriysk to lvov and odessa and there was a belarusian zhorny amuniz atatra on the stage at that jazzc theaters there were no phonograms, the orchestra conductor was the people's artist himself in the sofa perfectly. gleba at one time gathered here everyone and those who studied with him and those who did not study came to sit down, he is a chorus player, and he came to the composition somehow late, but he declared himself very brightly. at first it was choirs, i love his choirs to yesenin's verses with on the kidneys of his vocal hygioma plein air. that's just a brilliant cycle, but he also wrote a few compositions for the team, which was not very popular among professional composers. this is an orchestra of folk instruments of his work with the national orchestra and jenovich. in fact , it once helped to survive and break up this team with mikhail antonovich kuznetsov. i had a great friendship , in fact, then the national orchestra named after zhenovich was a laboratory, one might say a belarusian composer. he wrote several such fantasies. on belarusian themes yurochka kryzhachok, w