Татьяна и Сергей Никитины - Памяти Грибоедова - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“I moved over the river. Two oxen, blatant to the Arbu, rose along a steep road. Several Georgians accompanied the Arbu.“ Where are you from? ”I asked them.“ From Tehran. “What are you taking?” “Griboedov. It was the body of the murdered Griboedov, it was the body of the murdered Griboedov. which was pre -leaded to Tiflis. "

A.S. Pushkin. "Travel to Arzrum"