palovna, tamar palovna, stop playing, so bring the props, bring everything, nothing works, get ready for shooting, get ready, motor, start, price 35, frame 1, first take. leise flehen meine lieb durch die nacht zu dir in der stillen hein her nieder liebchen komm zu mir, führst den schlang. sad, let's go, let's have some fun, what are you, i beg the gas to follow me, when you go, girl, flower, let's dance, beauty, what's wrong girls, and girls, beauties, oh, girls, wait, i’m coming now. no, you don’t like yesenin, count, she doesn’t like yesenin either, give me a hand, it hurts me, sorry, i wonder, excuse me, but what do you like then? you told us it was time to part, that you were tired of my crazy life, that it was time for you to get down to business. my job is to roll further, further down, you read the graphs expressively, thank you, but it seems to me that you are somehow cut off from life, korpukhina, it seems to me that you, as a woman, are forever cut off from poetry. oh, semyon, it seems to me that he insults. what a cheap bouquet, i better give it to you, let’s go