i was looking at books there are such inscriptions everywhere, to my most necessary friend , natalochkad in the morning, that there were no guests, no, it was in the evening, he said in the evening, natalochka, and that no one will come to us today , mom said, no, we had guests yesterday, well, that was yesterday, but we we know that... well, this lively, cheerful man sang very well and composed himself on the guitar, and the guitar is still on the sofa in the living room, in his house, here we have it. a unique opportunity to listen to a recording of one of the romances that he performed , perhaps, so to speak, for guests, in the process of some kind, so tell me , i lost it, the cut glasses fell from the table , they fell, and they broke, my life is broken, they fell yes, they crashed. my life is broken, here he enters the hall of the ubare, his hair is curled, how modestly, nobly, he looks at his watch, so modestly, nobly, he looks at his watch, look, look, bastard, look what time it is, maybe you’re the girl’s last... i want to throw my cap in the air, i was once carried away by all