i say, a penguin, a bird, a bird that doesn’t fly, pavych, yes he still flies, but i lost him, uncle him, before the new year everyone calls each other, the networks are overloaded, six handshakes don’t work, and the boomerangs of goodness fly somehow crookedly, so borya decided to take his fate in your paws, oh, that is, your hands. i'm waiting for an alternative, but there is an alternative, go to the bird market, there's another one like that for sale, bird market, little one, now we'll look, yeah, right, right, lie down, vrotello, what can i tell you, i wish you that, as they say, went out before the end, how much, 10,000, great. no, it’s not me, it’s me who sells fish at the poultry market, they have kind eyes, but they’re silent all the time just like, what do you not understand, 10,000 not ours, theirs, alekh, dear, the main thing is to hold on, hello? it can’t be theirs, why? well, there is no such word in the russian language, theirs. lech, are you still there? if you hadn’t taken it all in then, i would be here with you now, the new year would be in full swing. excuse me, i

there is also such an uncle grisha, such a second dad, a dad who came, and it was always a holiday, andfor me , well, he wasn’t just my dad’s friend, he was a person i looked up to, ryger mykhailovych loved children terribly, maybe because they knew how to listen, we could just walk for hours in this park, in another park, to drink kvass, which we had around the corner from our house, and... to go to the bazaar, where he talked with grandmothers, and we very often bought seeds, because he smoked a lot, and he went to both filled his pockets with these seeds in order to smoke less, he took a little seed from each grandmother, gave each a kopeck, so as not to offend anyone , he talked to everyone, and we also had such a person, we ate those seeds, peeled them, went for nettles, cooked bot. my mother went to a course in kharkiv and i stayed with my father, and at that moment grigor mykhailovych was supposed to arrive, i remember, i opened my eyes, grigor mykhailovych was standing behind this dog. he has been with me all my life, i have a favorite apple, it is called simyrenko, and he sat d

, the penguin, i say, the penguin is a bird, a bird that doesn’t fly, it’s still flying, i lost it, uncleno, it’s not me for you, it’s me who sells fish at the poultry market, they have kind eyes, but they are silent all the time just like, you didn’t understand, 10 thousand is not ours, theirs, lech, dear, the main thing is to hold on, hello, you can’t be, why, well, there is no such word in the russian language, theirs? “lech, you’re still there, if you hadn’t taken it all in then, i’d be with you now for new year’s on the bunk, excuse me, my blind brother has been wearing crosses since he was a child, he ended up in lawlessness, a month ago i found the nest of the wrong beaver, i would show him through the window, brother, you say you love animals, my wife and i had cats and dogs, here is a penguin. i cut my hair, why all of a sudden? so, i wanted to change something, but why have you been silent for 2 weeks, now a friend asked, it means it’s been 2 weeks already, isn’t it too bright, it’s called without... andrey, go already, haven’t you left yet? no, i decided to shave. there’s no ho