Here we've got Alex Malinin, Vadim Egorov, Veronika Dolina, my good friend Masha Shkolnik and myself, Art Barsky (nobody quite like myself.) We all seem to share the same mood, that of deep melancholy, so be forewarned.
| The Song | The Artist | Size (Mins/MB)| Posvyaschenie druz'yam | To My Friends myself | SIZE | Nashe vremya | Our Time - | SIZE | Pro gorod London | Of London Town Michael Finkelstein and me | SIZE | Tost | Toast Alex Malinin | SIZE | Oblaka | Clouds Vadim Egorov | SIZE | Nyanya | Nannie Veronika Dolina | SIZE | Emigrantskaya | The Emigrant Song Maria Shkolnik | (for the lack of authentic record, sung by me) SIZE | |
When: July 5, 1994. Where: Sheremetievo, 15 miles north of Moscow. From right to left, in a circular motion - Who: my old guitar, may it rest in peace; | Masha Shkolnik, an enourmously talented bard of the new generation and a good friend, playing my old guitar and leading in, I recall, "Let Us Exclaim"; | myself, apparently as close to trance as it gets; | Katya Reshetnikova, the lovely hostess of the Sheremetievo joint; | Anechka Grendal, my first love-obsession, who broke my heart that same red hot summer; | Denis Vainer, with a camcorder, out of the circle; | Anya's cousin or friend, whose name had escaped me; | last, but not least, the glorious Michael Finkelstein, having a crush on the same girl and therefore assuming his "seductive" pose. "Time what it was, it was, It was a Time of Innocence, a Time of Confidences..." Where in the World are you now, people? Wouldn't you like to see how Pictures Make History?
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