the pink coats of the savetskaya sayuz and viktar vuyachych had additional fans.hing, of course, fans. i was recognized on the streets, asked for autographs, stormed the concert halls, performed there, assailed the gascinians, and so on. viktor lukyanovich approached me with request, he said that his anniversary concert was coming, and he would like new songs to be performed at this concert, he asked me to write for him, he showed me a poem of memory. i looked at the poem nicely, this, by the way, was the only case when he specifically gave me a poem, i began to think, again, in what manner to show it, i wrote something, did something, wrote a song, we met him, back then there were no computers, synthesizers were not so common, we met at his house, he invited me home, at he had a luxurious office with a wonderful piano, i performed this song on the piano for him, he liked the song, and we even tried it, he tried to hum it, we looked, determined the tonality, the stem, the character, in general, we went out to record this song, this song actually sounded. at his cr