This is the kind of radio we had when I was growing up. So all music that I heard either came from the radio, mainly classical music or Soviet propaganda songs, or later, when my grandmother got her first magnetophon (a big player of magnetic tapes, they were huge disks with brown tape wound on two plastic reels), I listened to the songs she listened to, like Vysotsky, mostly. He was her favorite.
And now I get to write it into my book. So nostalgic. I remember I wanted my own magnetophon so bad, one time I dreamed I got one as a gift and put it under the bed. When I woke up, I searched all over under the bed for it and for the longest time couldn't believe it wasn't there.