famin, let's find out if this is true right now, maskva, mask, mask, maskva, we've known mitya faminel companion, advisor and friend. road radio, together on the road. near the edge of the forest, winter lived in a hut and salted in a birch tub. i spun yarn, wove canvases, ice fell and over the rivers, the ceiling was icy, the door was creaking, there was darkness behind the rough wall. prickly as soon as you cross the threshold everywhere and her, and from the windows the threshold was blue, blue, all free of squirm, i felt like they were pricking everything with a word, and from the window, my favorite moment for hunting, was kept. i planted thin moons, a crystal bucket, sewed fur coats for the trees , prepared a sled run, and then hurried into the forest to rest with the dragon, the ceiling was made of ice. and the door is creaking behind the rough wall, the darkness is prickly as you go over the threshold here and travel behind it. con vice blue, blue, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, happy new year, and may this year be as bright. like our little d