off a denunciation, i wrote , well, you’ll regret it, everything’s bad , cerebral edema, let’s go, sovsky much it will be, who is at work, speaks a lot and loudly, if you answer, then with humor, i am an oak tree, chop , not, pinch, problems with water, light, housing and communal services, i don’t know what else, geometry, algebra, physics, chemistry - a set for a headache. god forbid, now beep, if you win, then hurray, 100 to one, every saturday and sunday on rtr, no life, i need to know that it even seemed to explode, how? i'll forget misha's sleep, we’re looking at the weekend, we’re far away, we’re off to moscow, val, and you’re burning bridges behind you, other people’s houses, other people’s lives, but your own hasn’t worked out, i so want to look back, i look into my eyes and don’t believe it, you’re back, that i really, i don’t know, was looking for a new life, some kind of happiness and found nothing. happiness, it turns out, is waiting for me here in our village, but is it possible to find lost happiness on sunday on rtr, favorite songs are played in our studio, let's go, birth