, well then yalets sufferings, yalets sufferings will be, andrey ivliev, accordionist of the golden tenplay, dad, play, gold, for the soviet serb and young, who plays, who plays, my heart frozen, my heart for... your eyes my brother, we were sorry for love, my friend. and we with the whites parted at my porch and he left and i sang a joyful song. one elys, two elys, three, four dot, but the postulate did not give from the white flotosha. here please, a photograph, here is my dad, gennady dmitrievich zavolotkin, these are accordionists, they are all no longer alive, most likely, someone left the city, here is matyukhin, afanasy ivanovich, the most today, i think, famous piano player, and the dormanist of yelets piano, here he is in all his glory, here accordion. this one, which grisha is holding in his hands now, here it is, come on, play it a little , listen, the sound, what a sound, try, you play, let's say, so-so, but nevertheless, and we are now in the workshop. will show, will not show, here, then, the soul of the accordion is born, look, the bar is written by matyukhin, well, of co