case, checked the guys there, one comes out the second, i’m standing in line, and there was pyotr moiseevich heaven, an amazing man, and why are you standing here, boy, what are you, i don’t know, your mother is saying, but we wanted to audition, and you were finishing something? no, nothing, well, why did you come, there’s a school right there, you should already be prepared, well we say, well we 'll go then, he says, okay, wait a minute. i waited, it means someone came out there, he says, well, let’s listen to the guy, at least what kind of hearing he has, he comes up, that means he’s knocking on the piano, tada, pam-pam, pam, pam-pub, i have to repeat , tadam , there, there you repeat everything, i repeated, he knocks again, i repeated again, then he presses the piano, turn away, he says, some note, boom, find it, i turn around, boom salt, he says, come on again, presses again, i i turn around, press the note d , i hit it, once he pressed, in my opinion, either fadies or or ladies or yes under the black one, and i didn’t guess, and then he gives two more notes, he says, well, you’ll hear

month later they came, which means they gave me a viola, i said that i played the viola, and pyotr moiseevichmpletely different matter, the clarinet, yes, i say, it’s the same there, so he started teaching me, i picked it up there, started something back and forth, and literally want. to say, after a month i already knew all the fingerings, to break all the templetism to the end there, and so we played the saxophone approached, absolutely right, look, since the potatoes were in the fall, by winter you have become in good shape, it would be absolutely appropriate to perform the song winter love, alexander serov, today on our podcast. it's too cold outside, love came to us in december, love has a short life in winter , fall quietly. not on the ground in a dream, chickens are raised, short centuries, snow falls on the ground, snow on the streets, snow in the forests. in your eyes, in the words of love in winter, a short century, snow quietly falls to the ground, in love in winter, a short century. snow falls on the ground, winter winds, cold, i will wait a long time for spring, for love in winte

on the lute and pyotr moiseevich sees that i , so to speak, am climbing forward, climbing, he says: wait, let’s transfer you to the clarinet, i say, this is a completely different matter, clarinet, yes, i say, it’s the same there, so he began to teach me, i picked things up there, started to pick things up here and there, i literally want to tell you, after a month i already knew all the fingerings, i could break all the chromaticism all the way there, that’s how we approached the saxophone, absolutely right. hello, this is news on the first, studio maria vasilyeva and at the beginning of the issue a short about main topics. our soldiers in the special operation zone rain down a barrage of fire on the enemy. self-propelled guns, tanks, and drones target enemy strongholds and equipment. representatives of the military registration and enlistment offices on the streets grab everyone, even the disabled, and the medical commission recognizes them as fit for service. the hunt for men organized by the kiev regime forces people to take extreme measures, which we will tell you. the month is kidn

a month later we came, that means they gave me a viola, i said that i played the viola, and pyotr moiseevich it up there, began to pick something up and down, and literally.

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