and then yeletskaya long, what is that?ng went, i also have it written with stops, how is that not that, this is matania we have motanya with stops, well, eletskaya motanya, no, matanya is written with pod tetekh and pridergam, yes, and this is with stops, it means that eletskaya, the thing is that the size changes there, so it’s a little like this, now you’ll see with stops , i wrote everything down correctly. walked-walked, stopped, then stop, in music this is called a mute, caressed, warmed, told to spend the night, yeah, what a!

a little joy, there is no substitute for the russian accordion for me, oh yeletskaya harmony, the piano tuning, dear to my heart, the lace picker, i am the kiletsk accordion, bronze strips, and the soul burns with the pouring fire of the evchan women, oh the yeletskaya accordion and the piano tuning, dear to my heart, the teheletsk lace picker accordion bronze strips and a fire burns in the soul from the fir tree on tap and a fire burns in the soul from this monkey. we are now in the center of the yeletsk royal harmony and talking with the hereditary harmonist afanas ivanovich, your grandfather, after all, yes, he is my grandfather, matyukhin, famous, best, beloved, one of the first accordionists, i would say with charisma, the whole country fell in love with him, that is, wow, so colorful, handsome, and how to play the accordion. well, what do you have here, yeah, so everyone you know from the harmonica players, well , he just threw it out on the spot and the taxi driver immediately told me matyukhin, afanasy ivanovich, a participant in one of the first programs, play the harmonica pla

bunin lived, and here the game and game festival takes place for the thirty-eighth time harmony yeletskayar program from the song that crowned one of the first programs, play the accordion, of course, which our father gennady zavolokin filmed back in 1986, eleetskaya lace, let’s remember. isn’t it a woman’s soul flaunting itself in lace and lebskaya’s accordion singing in them? it seems to me that lace and fishing line are either white, smoky, or tender. in the fall, it brightens for me in the winters, turns blue in the springs, turns yellow in the fall, guys, you will never know this wonderful thread that always sounds in me, like a mother’s song, lace, kileska, now i spin with white, now tender i turn blue, it brightens for me in winter, it turns blue in spring, and you are from voronisk, and we are from lipetsk, and why did you gouge your eyes out at us, don’t look, you ’ll break your eyes at us, but you’re a bastard, you don’t know, thank you! friends, thank you, igamon, thank you, low bow into the veil. play it, play it, play it. don’t be bolder, don’t be bolder than your brother-in-l

this is among the best, because he plays the chrome, natalyanka, on the siberian odnoryadka, on yeletskaya, piano on nizhny novgorod, maybe on the button accordion, by the way, well, grish, we will not praise you, maybe you will become arrogant, i know you better than anyone, probably, present here, come on, try, dare forward. with a song, say something to all your friends, gold-tenths, and not only gold, thank you for your support, thank you for being there, if it were not for you, i would not play like this, as never happens the lot of a bell ringer, but i do not complain about god's calling, so that heaven and earth rejoice in you, i bear it humble, this obedience, how true. windy between heaven and earth, so my bell ringing will flow to the glory of god, to the joy of people, forget the bell ringer from his native fate, the art of ringing has not settled down himself. as soon as the master ruins you, like darkness, having seen, i push god, i thank him for sending me vladimir maryanych, like the wind pain between heaven and earth, as the chipped ringing will flow can to joy. accepts in