«Not so fast my horses not so fast don't follow the knout and the whip. But my horses don't obey... and I cannot make it – to live my life and to finish my songs» – these words wrote Vladimir Vysotski shortly before he died. He was living at breakneck speed, as it were that he had foreseen his early death. So far, there has not been anyone even coming close to equaling him in temper and tenderness, in passion or sense of humor.