of the winter ice, the sirsa, like the gats of the sun, and... and the soul, like the skry of these skhovsn uladar on the pallet. srachni there sokh bachysh like a bludze, but what about chuty ab chym there? garaty pyae dzei, yak zhivuts getya people, look at lyokha's ... hanging loop, the lace is spread out, this princess is yours, you set the table with a poisonous cassette, the heavy metal has fallen, you work every day, you are soiled with white red wine, the house is full of tears, you choir page you to your wolf so sweet, and there was... a whole stone, this reminder of the slab from the current magics, this heart of the stoned flame, i love it. it is necessary to be at home, it is necessary to be at home, not a state, if you become a soul. chess and stratsii holy shtostsі. it was day after day of conversation. don’t forget, like the evil marozes, klyamka, fingers pyache, balyuchay, asshole on your steel, you need to be a good time at home, you need to be a good one, not a state, so that you become a noble soul, and not a saint. there are some things that need to happen. light, where