malinin, i love to discover everything new for myself and therefore i decided to take part in threeself to show who i am. i worked as a musician in the noisiest tavern, and some guy with a bow with a fat coin in his hand told us that we were no good, not an orchestra, we were rabble, and i hit him in the face and they sold me a sentence, fadadaday. yes, come on, padadaday, i sat like a demon in a cage, young, full of strength, and no drops from the pipette, i pressed, pressed, pressed, and dreamed of when i would show up again at your cabaret, in the form of a cross, but it didn’t work out yes, vadaday. after all, a camp is a camp, explain to me it’s not okay that not everyone in it is a poor fellow and not everyone in it is a man, there are activists in it and there was also one such sex, and i hit him in the face and i still sing love to you, yes. there was also a mentok chief who had neither hearing nor intelligence, he said that he shouldn’t be bothered for a year, that was a resort, not a prison, he said that he was similar to something, but i spit it out for society, and i hit