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Currently listening to a classic from the early '80s.
Алла Пугачева - Миллион Алых Роз (1983) Listening to this song reminds me of the times when we walked the cobblestone streets of Leningrad on those warm summer evenings, when an ice cream only cost 30 kopek and you asked for one the same way every time... You would order your favorite, the plain chocolate which would begin to glisten and melt before it was even in your hands. Even though we only had 20 rubles left, I loved to buy it for you just to see the smile shining on your face as you watched the pudgy vendor load the cone with already dripping chocolate. You would eat it as we walked back to our tiny flat, and this song would be crackling on the radio while you sang along with it softly, putting Alla's voice to shame (though you never believed me when I told you this). This song also played on our trip to Częstochowa, Poland to see the Black Madonna icon, and I should have somehow known it was an ill omen. I was able to walk away from the crash, but you never did, and you never got to see the icon or hear Alla Pugacheva's song about the lonely painter ever again.
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