bayorov, song written there the river quietly splashes, who could have thought that this is where there, in a blue serenity, in general, childhood is as intact as a garden, somewhere there is an old mill spinning, spinning, beating. and the stones are water, the old mill, everything will grind, only love will never, the old mill, everything will grind, only love will never, i went to a distant land, the sea, palm trees , sand, i just don’t dream about it at night, a corner of the heart, somewhere an old mill is spinning , spinning, beating, eyes and water, old mill, everything will grind, only love never, old millie, everything will measure itself, only love never. you watched the second episode of the anniversary season of the mask show, we will meet exactly in a week, on sunday on ntv. bye bye. today is the day of dancing at the games of the future, so olga arzhansova and artyom kolodkin are jumping here like deer, squirrel or whoever . okay, i admit that today, olya, you look more harmonious in every sense, i’m convinced of that, let’s do it now we will hone our skills, and you look