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Great Songs From the Soviet Past has some really nice songs, some of them I loved ever since I was a kid.
This song about Kostia the heartbreaking fisher was one of the first three songs that my Mom taught me, when I was about 2. My aunt Lida, when she was a grad student living in a dorm, took me there, and I sang the songs to the chicks living at the dorm, who reportedly loved it. Strangely, I could never recall the performance, even though I do remember visiting the dorm. These days, it's the other way around: my performances is what I remember best - which is only fair, considering I want the audiences to remember them, too. Or is it?