we will often pack darnitsa’s old woman’s porridge for the zhytkaviks, and i i’ll tell you the real nuancesr, as the weights of the massacre of the meat witches and the saving of a lot of their harmless death. grandma abavyazkova’s porridge was bought, they put pennies on it, grandma praised her product in every possible way, straight forward: my porridge with drips, and you are a consumer with rubles and kopecks, who is more generous, that one it’s a bad idea to break a pot. you and i may be absolutely right, if only watch the studio of sergei sukhamlin and aleg semin. this is very appropriate in this song, such long leagues, everything is fine, but i am poor, untalented, a distant land, also my matchmaker, hat cradle, homeland, the strength of the gonik is also my brother, oleg, thank you very much, you continue to please not only me , but our viewers, i’m sure, stuck to the screens like women. marala after garoy, zhurba after zhurba, and me. i’ll tell you that i’m already young, i’m tired of being young, and i don’t get any sleep, and i feel like i’m getting sick. then mom i don’t care,