Oh, my drum, my drum

She was called Masha-Sharaban, according to the famous Kabatsky song, which no one performed better than her: “Ah, my sharaban, eh, my sharaban, will not be money, I will sell you ...” Indeed, from those traps that fate arranges for us, you can Turn out, get out. Having sold a shawl, earrings, a sharaban (“medallion”) or ... abandoning love, calling, life (“fog”) But it is impossible to beat fate. Exactly seven years later, a happy marriage, as the fortuneteller predicted, Misha dies (“Spell”), David (“insomnia”) for the rest of his life is forced to suffer for the rest of his life. But fate is changeable. Selecting one thing - gives another. It doesn’t matter that you did not ask for this. Fate is not Santa Claus to fulfill desires! For some reason, you need it (High water of the Venetians) Look around and think