what would you advise me for this trip maestrophic sierra bogatyr at the hotel i asked him in a poeticont of all the bureaucrats, siberia everyone could fidel asked, in silence, under the champing of someone's dumplings. what is the best thing in your country , after all, there may be different opinions, and only one squirrel, like a schoolboy, an excellent student at his desk, jumped up to excel so glad, comrade is the party. and with the laughter of a big child they sat laughing so loudly. and whoever laughs so openly always remains young , my fellow countrymen, helped him take a walk, settled down on the taiga path on the rails he made a traffic jam, where the growth, the poet who does not play the genius of the siberian. surely there is no fidel, and everything is already the earth is rotating. he sends to us living, greetings, and he does not say goodbye to us yet. he can't leave us. but will he find a way out for everyone, he saved 26,000 of our chernobyl children. you knew about this topic. you see, and he never told anyone. we are all living while dying. in some other dimension