leta god finish praying for honey. mona is always my fun and a little sad, my crown always bears. now there is another strength, my soul. father and as if ska with you russia i my mother, christ is risen , you are like my death to russia, my mortality . guys, pioneers, octobrists, my old friends. why old ones? perhaps, rather, my young friends will be like that. today, as before, i came to you with a new fairy tale. it was a long time ago in the direction of our bright forest lived. deer golden horns. he always defended few weak ones, but he did not forgive anyone for evil. one day , a small and friendly family, damned in those places, left dasha with masha, two daughters, yes, kirill's son, 8 years old, and even an ancient markel. and cat vaska drove away mice. what happened in that land, i'll hide everything for now, you'll see for yourself now, and come home and then judge for an hour, where is the truth, where is the lie, who is handsome to you, and who is not handsome. andryukha's hawk-crane passed the evil robbers of what they want to catch a good deer. mashenka mashenka wha