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Music is life, life is sometimes cruel, and leaves the music into oblivion, but if hearts, was the passion once grating melodies, it scrap of rooms ... as happened to me. When I saw the flute after 10 years, I`d even shook in my hands, and when touched to my lips I felt again child in the absence of the daily concerns of the music and the only full-fledged life ... without music life as a gray rainy day, which lasts all your life ..
