Last poem by Irina Otieva / Последняя поэма – Ирина Отиева

Uzbekistan, modern settlement not too far from the capital city.

This song takes me immediately into my childhood. I’m sitting on the carpet, which lies on the floor in the living room. There is a movie on TV. It is a love story and I am too little to understand the love matters between young adults, however the song is very memorable, melodic and sets itself solidly into my memory, to the degree that even now, many decades later I still remember it.

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