four years before i was born, Vysotsky died and left behind him the fabric of a changed land; a changed generation
my dad emailed me to say "it's 33 years since his death" and i felt the tides of life return to the moment i first heard his voice
RIP, our Achilles
...
Я при жизни был рослым и стройным,
Не боялся ни слова, ни пули
И в привычные рамки не лез,-
Но с тех пор, как считаюсь покойным,
Охромили меня и согнули,
К пьедесталу прибив "Ахиллес"
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