neli baguslavskaya and izmail kaplana, me pashchastsila got together with these distinguished people, at school is coming, your boy is grown up and big, why are you mom on the sidelines alone, you are not happy about the graduation ceremony, girls in white are spinning past like a whirlwind , they look at you shyly, mom wants to guess. which of them will he invite to his first you, the first you, the first you, there is no happier, more beautiful moment than the first you, without male guardianship, you are left alone, in dissolution. military roads, on good days, in during difficult days, the boy helped you as much as he could, but why are you mom, alone on the sidelines, her thoughts were far away when she danced the same waltz with his young happiness. and you are at your feet, there is no happier, more beautiful moment than the first you, the son is praised all around and the mother is embarrassed , well done, well done, it’s just a pity that the deceased father could not recognize this happiness in 1945, the hall is singing, the hall is destroying, the loudspeaker is calling, the