beware, honest people, a clan of hunters is coming, here are danila and gavrila, older brothers, a cowardruns away in fear, the other. each hand counts, the third brother, the light ivan, a keen eye and a thin figure, a gentle hunter, pure in spirit, you won’t find a better friend, that’s kupava’s fun. two girls of bad morals, then the brides of their older brothers are hunters of dresses. soon competitions will be held in our vasel again, we haven’t seen it yet. you are such a test, you need to become the best everywhere, in towns, in lapta, in shooting, the winner receives a canteen, a grain stuffing box, favorite stars and time-tested hits, i love you for everything, and don’t wake me up, don’t wake me up, my red light, you write. i see a spring ray on a white wall, music is playing on the ship, i love you girls, i love you boys, autumn, well, let’s ask the leaf how delightful the evenings are in russia, the blue garden. hits of the eighties and nineties today at 22:40 on ntv. bim today at 19:30 on ntv. smoking is expensive. tabacquette to make it easier to quit smoking. tabacquette. s

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