Under the canopy of trembling autumn cold wings
“Under the canopy of trepidable autumn cold wings” in his own estate in the north-eastern American state, Connecticut meets his eighty-fifth autumn Lemlord-as well as a writer, publisher, writer and performer of anti-Soviet and camp songs, hooligan, mother, gastroan, grocean, drinking drink and alcohol in the chronic lodge- Joseph Aleshkovsky. For friends, consultants and millions of admirers on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, just a yuz. So, let's start, blessed. About a hundred years ago ...