Хор - Колодники - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

With Lord Kirill, I had to do a whole point journey on horseback in January 1923. In Vyatka, we first sat, as I said, in a small cluster chamber in a very small composition: In addition to the Vladyka Kirill and me, there were four more people: Archbishop Faddia, Archimandrite Neophyte (Secretary of Patriarch Tikhon), Finger Esser (about which I already Also spoke) and one Wangelian officer with a completely ridiculous, but too long for a story story and with a whole suitcase of magnificent shiny shoal tools, which he drove with him right from Constantinople, where he had already managed to become a shoemaker. Sitting there was good, but soon we were transferred to prison when managing the GPU. It was a huge barn behind the mansion on one of the central streets, and there we fell into a large company of Serc and Islamov. The service has become already somehow difficult: there were a circle, so to speak, not the Mitya Karamazov and not even dullness, but the enlightened descendants of Chernyshevsky, politely, but slightly contemptuously glanced at the Popov and absolutely not understanding why they, in fact, turned out to be together under prison roof.

Therefore, our Sarader's seat was uncomfortable in this Vyatka Saraj, and we were glad when we were called to the stage, built and told. Soon we passed the center and went wasteland. There was a good winter evening with a good Russian snowball, quietly descended on the ground. And suddenly - I didn't even immediately understand where the sound came from, - all the esters quietly soldered: "Din-Bom, Ding-Bom. Sound is heard. Din-bom, Din-Bom. Siberian dealer The sound of votes merged with snow and in the evening. Oh, Russian Earth!

At the station, we were planted in one car, but soon we broke up: they were lucky, it seems to be in Kotlas. And we landed us long before him at the Murashrai station to carry three hundred kilometers on horseback in Ust-Sysolsk: the railway was not yet to him.

S.I.FUDEL (memories)