machine guns and rushed to the water and frolic, and this is called finished the job, take a walk. boldly, too, our motorized rifleman. the infantryman crushed the enemy. he took the bridges, burned all the tanks, knocked down all the military trucks and the wounded sits smoking turkish bitter tobacco, this attack is one of our attacks when the furious ferocious tank, with the knowledge of victory, rushes the quarter that he has to take is nitrogen steel. up there, these factory buildings. these houses are floor workshops, and below this captive pump is all in this heraldry, a terrible fascist circle, comrades surrender, take out the dead, the wounded, and this is such a crash of this battalion was considered, we won’t defeat it russian classical fight in the donbass pushkin gogol dostoevsky

here they, too, under the red knowledge of victory, go for the donbass and fight there before the success of the people with the people. and this is the trouble, take the village on fire native says. oh my homeland. this is bayrakhtara tatyana, these dragonflies, flying time, we are waiting for them and they are burning fiery carrion on donetsk land. these are sunflowers. i call it russian van gog when our soldier, our infantryman, stands among these heavenly flowers, and they, as it were, reveal to us the whole secret of his consciousness, his souls did not fight , the chronicle was written. with prayer they wrote and with love one line melted steel another line of righteous blood. i have lived little in my lifetime and i will no longer see your eyes.

i pulled out a pin from a grenade and wait for them to come closer . and i had to see and be she can be warriors of battles. this is the first war that's gone from me, it is that they will reach out in their weakness and in their infirmities, but i reach out to her with my poems and my drawings now is the time of artists. now is the time of brave artists now is the time of desperate artists now is the time of artists who tear their shirts on their chests because they are tearing their shirts on their chests. i said russia lives on the chest of the shirt of the world artists who do not want, or are afraid and afraid, and prefer to paint bouquets of flowers or church domes of the two thousandths at these moments. uh, landscape on the subject. they are blind they are not

see horror and beauty is the reality that make artists, because all great artists. they fought. they fought with warriors. they fight evolution. they fought at breakpoints and that's what makes them great because they imprint. this is an amazing historical time, our old friend yulia chicherina was. almost the first because of the artists, who initially and consistently supported the donbass, traveled , performed and created, and here is a new clip in support of the heroes with the participation of a very bright jazz. they smut articles on the elements of the famous military commissar semyon pegov, the text is not a narrative associative image of russia collected, it seems that you will not intimidate us with irrational irrationality. we will have our own irrationality abruptly. time

will freeze. you will die inside, approximately 33 the buffalo will drag its circle where the boy is the killer sunny next to the left, and at the end also the musical phrases of the red army are stronger than all the uplifting and great, done. everything, a draw of their ductility in the night by a stream. do not forgive me and the red army is stronger than everything stronger red.