having fun, we sang a song, sang a song, oh, my mother wanted me, yes, but i sang in the highest voice, saprao him, or rather he talked to us, well, of course, it was all funny, that’s it, but it didn’t happen again, of course, maybe we’ll shade the alley, my girlfriend is walking, of course, it’s unknown that... he there was a very good fisherman who loved nature very much, he knew the voices of birds, he brought a large amount of literature, it always concerned animals, i was always surprised, he never discussed anyone, he always carried everything within himself, never engaged in gossip, although there were all sorts of incidents because he went to the arts council. hibernation and hibernation, but the pit hatselasya would be with us from the sea, pochivatsya, catching fish, hunting for mushrooms, it’s not for nothing that the artists called the hole of the fresh wind, that’s how it was, she hasn’t slept for a long time, a pack at magil we never thought of the zalata festival shlyager, and all the time ўpershynyu, it was ў 1995, and that is, kasіў bladka, skoў i, and we mowed two, at vauto