A year, as Eshpaya did not become ...

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Today in the morning I sat for a long time over the last page of the book by Vitaly Shapkin "What the Flute is silent about." Above the photograph of 2005 with the signature "Birch to memory on the site of the Eshpaev house." The Minister Vasyutin and the composer’s friend, Flastic Salkin, plant. Involuntarily thought: no, not such a simple, easy arrangement of this place in the village of Kokshamara (by the way, next to my native Sidelnikov), Andrei Yakovlevich himself wished. I will never forget, as he was enthusiastically about the development of the former Eshpaevsky squabbed, he told us, members of the Coordinating Council of the creative unions of Mari El, so in the 2000th year. In my essay, the essay on the presence or absence of the true connection of the current Mari people with one of its outstanding talents will definitely describe this story and this story.

A year ago, having learned about the death of the composer, I published here two of my poems dedicated to him. They were written in 2001 and 2015. In April last year, one of them put on music, performed under the guitar, recording at home, and on May 15 he sent Andrei Yakovlevich e-mail as a musical gift for the 90th birthday. There was no answer. I can only hope that he managed to listen to the song “Eshpai and the Reichstag”.

Recently, on October 24, it sounded at the next bilingual musical and poetic evening of my 7-year-old cultural project “Let's talk on an equal footing ...”, now, now under the piano, the chief director of the Sketan Theater, Honored Artist of RME Roman Alekseev.

I would also publish today a poem dedicated to the maestro, some other Mari poet. Yes, with all my vast knowledge of national poetry, I did not find a single one. He called a friend Shapkin. And he does not know such a verse.
Here I thought about the question of the unity of the people and their outstanding personalities. During life, it is during my life ... I write here. I will publish in the next book.