The musician, who once arrived from the Vologda region, immediately found both admirers and envious people after the release of his first vocal cycle. But even the latter considered him one of the classics of Russian musical art. Gavrilin paved his own path in music and although he did not leave many compositions, each of his heritage is worth its weight in gold, suffered through long, sometimes many years of searching, in sleepless nights and concentrated thoughts. He wrote not for a select few, well versed in the intricacies of compositional alchemy, but for everyone. He sang in his music - radiant, sincere, like folk songs themselves, coming from the depths of time - lullabies, laments, ditties, tunes - his native land, its worries and sorrows, its inescapable, oppressive melancholy and special, gentle joy. [Adapted for AlReader ]