by the way, let me remind hanzhe that he sang something about a glass of vodka, and tsiganova actuallyht russian vodka to every house, and that now? well, okay, the main reward for leps, let's look at russian lighthouses. this is the russian road, among the star crosses, pushkin, lermantov and gogol, mendeleev, popov, through the fog of petrograd, in spite of all the rains, i saw vernadsky in the sky, russian lighthouses, on the spiritual olympus, next to the big sky, they scraped the bystols, and you are a shuvshin, memory strengthens, the stars burn in the sky, this is russia in the sky, they found it. russian lighthouses, here from under the combines, the homeland is a lighthouse, our front-line soldiers, russian lighthouses, here from the undercombinations, the homeland is washed, our tea is strong, we speak to the stars round dance, gagarin smiles, time rushes forward, as in the fresco on rublevskaya izlesen. dreams, korolev and tselkovsky, pavlov and pirogues, with us dyags, lif, brodsky, levitan, syrup, pasternat and vysotsky, shukhov and vosnetsov, the snow of pokrovsky rises,