to kiev, and the long tongue to... all cossacks, up to the horse, the trumpet is calling, and major dakuginof course, why are you here? you do, if i tell you that i was passing by, you will believe me, i will say that you chose the wrong place to walk, this is in vain, firstly, he will hear the shot, secondly, where will you put your body, you are getting old, shingle, you succumb to emotions, take care of your nerves , why did i come, i want to ask you for help, do you want me after everything? and after what all? i have the right to present this to you in all respects, or did you and your security officer want to honestly share with me? you wanted to kill me, but why are you silent? but because that’s how it was. by the way, the way he sits, they cut it for 10 years, when you write a letter, convey my condolences. okay, let’s leave the lyrics aside, poet, i need your help, help me, you’ll live the rest of your life like cheese in butter, or like horseradish in mustard, it’s whatever, yes or no, but what are the guarantees, what are the guarantees that you won’t cheat on me, your hearing i