and on mount red sun you can meet a very young mikhail yuryevich lermontov.et is surrounded by female attention. during the day , more than a dozen pretty young ladies sit on his knees, but nothing for the rebellious poet. he looks thoughtfully into the distance, perhaps it is at this moment that lines are born in his head. although fate at the dawn of my days tore away the southern mountains from you, in order to remember them forever, you must be there once, like the sweet song of my homeland, i love the caucasus, i agree with the poet, the caucasus is a real grace, stopudov, by the way, a place, where will we go next a short pause, this is the name of grace, there are high mountains, clean lakes, beautiful. gorge and healing springs with mineral water, we are in kabordino balkaria, are there any visual points by which one can determine that the horse will be cool and... in appearance and simply in the look of the horse, as they say, a dog will not be born from a horse, one of the rarest species of sturgeon, we get these albinos, it’s feeding time now, you