Eternal memory to the heroes who fell for the freedom and independence of our homeland. Gods and the steppe storm, you cant know your share, maybe youll fold your wings in the middle of the walls. Kuman, alada prevogi, with the power of the kurya, arrows will strike the circles of pestilence, my friend kur. Im not, im not going out, dear boss, pollen, tuba, earthen all around, choking earth. Narovik byvam young. You are a class on the praying word of the sun, you are such a happy little darling. Children cannot be forgotten there. This year we celebrate the 79th anniversary of the great victory. Tonight we will talk about songs of the war years that have not lost their relevance, but how invisible threads unite our feelings with memory. You and i are in the village of vskhody, where there is a wonderful house of culture, built at the expense of mikhail isakovsky, originally the katyusha song museum. Michael before the war, isakovsky came almost every year, here in early june of 1936 he
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