About the book: year / ... While crying and calling, a call and a voice of pain are heard, while in the pupils, in the ears, in the mine cellars of memory, the years lived resurrect the faces, gestures, voices of those who, with their wisdom, detachment, kindness, elevated me, supported me or simply touched me - I will bless the moment that intercepted my larynx and brought to life lines, the height and meaning of which is not for me to judge. A collection of poems and songs by Grigory Pozhenyan found on the Internet.