oryol's game and harmony, sergenkov's game and harmony all over the country, parted braid, twenty years, a girl who loved piragi with cheese, heard, not heard, heard, maybe about... he was once walking along a tube from a long way, he met a girl , there are pies in the bag, little girl dove, i’ll reveal my dreams, i adore you, made from cheese, pies, the girl, as soon as she found out all the secret dreams, she immediately invited you. where are the pies? the cossack waited for that happy time, she kisses him, and he eats the pies. remember, guys, friends, dear ones, in life, don’t trade love for cheese pies. in honor of the eightieth anniversary of the liberation of the oryol land from the fascist invaders , a poem will be read and lyosha baibakov will forgive us the city of arem, a rocket scattered in the sky , another star took off, victory, victory, victory, bread on the table with quinoa, the village was walking from sunrise and in the evening it became. she, so many people were gathering dust from the station towards her, the accordion sobbed towards her and died down, the sound c