i wrote something on a piece of paper, dear koren alexandra, i declare you husband and wife, the photographer crowded, smiled, much more crowded, the guard stood at the door and controlled the loading, citizens, the elevator is designed for four , be careful, then the guests arrived, the people had to make room, forward, comrades, the middle is free, those who were thinner were able to get into the end of the cabin, i wonder if there will be fireworks, but god forbid, there is cabbage soup in the corner... tamodag even tried to shout bitterly, throw the bride’s bouquet, throw, throw, he drew on the floor with a knife, glory to love, and here was kolka, bitter, bitter, bitter, one of the women was jealous, the beginning of mindelson’s march, oh, frost, frost, face pressed the stop button, the photographer’s sister, alena. and i adore weddings in the face , the flattened ishenih shouted to his friends and it seems that everything is ready, it’s interesting, they will serve it hot, the guests forgot that they didn’t count uncle borya, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming, t