good afternoon, malych, yes, he’s back, moscow, moscow is standing still, please give me a typewritery, your feet are chilly, in the hands of rheumatism, but there is an ice hole on the pond, make a hole, well, the final thing is how not to be an ice hole, i, styopka, that’s what i thought of, come on, come on, what did you think of that, make a list for you, and you’re my grandson with three children, like a wife, everything is a relative, you nastasya the deceased loved you, so give me the coordinates when necessary , call, why do you need this, i’ll hand over the advice. but live, grandfather, live, and i’ll come in the spring, fence i'll fix it for you. well done, he brought it himself, only quietly, without a rustle. you know, as you see, alive, excuse me, take a walk, but we can’t walk around without these toys, below the east there are crowds overhead. i cut the stars of fate, it’s not at all easy to get involved, and i keep my palance trembling, i’ll catch you with my closed eyes, with my eyes. dad, look at the picture i’m drawing, look, i like it, i like it, i like it, i like