musician zinaida mazheika paprasil tsytovich. sing a certain song that we don’t feel, some old men’snd tsytovich will sing adraza , here and then i will hear from dryneneyevsky, that this would be for the song, this could only be conveyed by turgeniyev in his story singers , i say this i can’t tell you, but i’m grazing and studying and creating for me, as i can feel, the singing of these three... men, which were sleeping in the cranes, chains, motsny, men’s songs, the people, the people of the last white year of the century. god is angry there, the people of ours are worse off. darynevsky looks at the road, at the car in which we drove, over the air, well, you’ve forgotten all the huts, you’ve been drinking, you’ve all been at the table, you’ve been greedy, well, you’ve been pastured, but you’ve already been oh, no, no, no hands, no magic, no month to take away all the gifts. forests and gardens and lands getai, all twists, bundles, jars, kuferki, with a relish with none, which the fellow countrymen want, adzyachyts not, svaygo slavutaga fellow countryman, but there are places where