they seemed to have gone crazy, they hit the car of the kodarezia, he was crying, an accidental hit by the body of the car, which... flies at a speed of 80

km / h, suddenly i see a darlington flying at my side. apparently his nerves gave out, i braked, he missed and barely managed to jump out of his doomed car, i shouted to him, help you, it is useless to lock the stable after a horse escaped from there.

here to give away the goods, warmth, and these rays came from him, solar, he was even called the red composer in his time, we can say this, this not a dirty word, this is a good assessment, because those were soviet times, he only knew work, study, creativity, well, his life was absolutely not organized at all, he needs help, he needs someone to be there and take care of him.

i am the great genius of the great song story, ale igar mikhailavich luchanok, who created many other outstanding masterpieces, which have become the great musical present of our land and i to the stupid people. my dear ones, how dear you are to me,

forget about you, i have no strength, i am tired more than once come on, hello. zorny shlyakh kampazitara igara luchanka pachaўsya bolshego za paustagodzia tama, krokka yago adliku can lichitytsya 1966 . menavita then ў muskva adbyўsya all-union competition savetskaya songs, peramozhtsam yakogstaў belarusian spyavak vіktar vuyachych with songs іgara luchanka finally mikhail yasen.

and the quiet stars light up, and the song caresses the heart, our minsk, tired for the day, sleeps, the memory of sir luchanka, the words of yasen. was awarded the best song in the competition, by 80 people from other countries of the republic of savetsk sayuza. our luchanok, yasen and vuyachych were the first.

some of our friends wrote a heartfelt epigram about their creative duet: it would be good if everyone could write songs like luchanok, it would be good if everyone could sing these songs,

if stones could speak, they would fly up. our clouds into the distance, the stones told us about their strength, where the stones could not speak. the stars look down from the sky without blinking, midnight drowns in a slow wave, there is such silence over brest, as if the world was in that war, igar luchanok lay down on the heat of the children's war, on march 6, 1938, she moved to minsk, and after a while i moved to paselak. passed away

from the belarusian state canservatory, then served as an intern at the leningrad canservatory, passed away as an assistant at the muscovite canservatory in the class of the most distinguished student of the soviet campus, tsihan hrennikava. geta notice. yes, these are the current campsite musical drones, as they are known as campsites. luchanka in the profession of blessing vyalik campazitar dzmitry shastakovich, and first of all, igar mikhailavich has learned all the basics of fundamental campus science, writing in academic genres, and doing well with this. well, the first ones, who are beginning to develop...

today the campasitar are saying something and not bad, people say, the fall of may is over, the old dear, the knowledge of igar luchanko and uladzimir mulyavin was born in the end of the 1960s. and played the forest.

it was a poet that i studied at school, suddenly i saw

a living poet at our home, but he was so simple, he took out a poem written in his own hand on an ordinary student sheet of paper and said: "igor, i want you to look at these poems." i wrote them a very, very long time ago, in my youth , and i described ... when i was 15 years old, when i was in love with a girl who was leaving to study in leningrad, how my heart was breaking from this separation, and i knew that... i might never see her again, how i saw her off and stood on the road, igor somehow immediately read these poems and they were very close to him, because he also had a girlfriend who also got married, igor was very worried about this, there was just such a coincidence , the song turned out

to be composed quickly, at that time he had already introduced vladimir mulyavin. the songs were popular with people, they were praised, they were praised by the wonderful belarusian words, they were praised by these melodies of luchanko, such as with a tear, hell of a lump in the throat, so many of them a high-born zhurb, a small sum, so it was with alesya, with spadchyna,

with veranitsy, darechs, igar mikhailavich tells me such a nice story about veranika. the hero of the song is written in the old family, in the villages on the tree in the garden they express the name of the maiden veranika, and igar mikhailavich tells how he created the song, there are already melodies, there are image and paper with texts topped on music stands, he plays, now, he tells me, i think the adzerets are not a good portion, and only above... veranika, in the future they are cut off and punishments, as you say couples, spread

the grass, like a monument. in the music of igor luchenok here there is some kind of code, it is a little tragic, he conveyed in this music the soul of the belarusian people, that is why it is folk, the work of igor luchenok, it is truly folk, it has a melody, a melody given by god, by parents, you could say, organized the orchestra of finberg, he said his words with full responsibility, because at that moment -

no one was driving like that, no one left their place, here igor mikhailovich, sitting on the phone, considering his status and his importance, he simply called very serious people in moscow asked for apartments, i remember when i was there, all this was happening, and he was knocking out these apartments, they would then come to the orchestra, and musicians from other cities of the soviet union had the opportunity to come and then work in the orchestra, spring of 1945, how the blue danube was waiting for you.

he worked very hard, it was i who wanted to make fires stink in the sky. and i wanted, sometimes, i couldn’t fall asleep, i was still waiting for him to arrive, the car would slam, i’d go to the window, no, not him, i’ve been looking at the towel for an hour.

the plane was coming, so the song, it was leading me back to his homeland, the greatest secret that he loved talented people, sometimes before a concert there are some moments to be alone, he would sit somewhere in a corner and start playing, he would always play something, i remember how the whole brovskaya was born, oh, kosydy zhneichki, we will celebrate the harvest, kosydy zhneichki.

a z garoy, a byadu z byadu more than once.