a discordant chorus of foreign agents, from pavel lobkov, anna mangait, natalia sendeeva, and someonehe fact that. after that nothing can be corrected, the record is five years ago for the last anniversary, for the fact that only once in every year it happens in may, the faded dawn of a bad day, you blame anyone in the world, but not me, please, not me, it was not invented by me, what rushes day after day. sometimes joy, sometimes sadness, bringing someone, and the world is structured in such a way that everything is possible in it, but after that nothing can be corrected, this world was invented for me by us, this world was not invented by me, and after that nothing can be corrected. alla pugacheva plunged into the world of vulgarity that maxim galkin spreads around her. at first he drunkenly, as he says, wished good luck to the iranian missiles launched at israel, then he erased everything and i began to apologize in slurred language, in short, i deleted the previous video, either i drank too much whiskey or something, but i mixed up, i wanted to say, not mazeltov, but beaslaha, to