i read to you: shagane, you are my shagane.as still studying at the institute, i had not yet lived in moscow. mom, this is such stupidity. he's still looking for a tuva girl. come on, it'll be you. here is moscow and the river, here you are with him, read birch poems, read! and the next day? berezkin returned to prison, he still had a whole year left to serve. if you still need it, come in, but it’s better not to, goodbye, vladimir sergeevich, the paradox is that we feel bad without you, you feel good without us. yes, armen borisovich, where he got sick, the boss , phew, next, come on, here he brought his godson, to say goodbye, well, be healthy, brother, well done, be healthy, but for now, lady off the hook. not a song about love, but shouldn’t we invent a new one? genre according to pop poetry, and receive poetry all my life. hello, birch trees, hello, happy new year , volodya, how cool i am, i’ll smell you. i’ll write a song: but love, just something. we wish you happiness, peace and goodness in the new year 2024, may our co