katya susanina had a folder, a slave from the german lord, protsevali her people lived as neighbors at mind was eating, and she was afraid for any fault she was beaten. and i smoke them gave. yes, i posted it in germany, where her vera needed to be earlier, and she was ready to be herself anyhow. it all ended in her a letter filled with more from under the joke and a letter so embarrassing that it was a sticky decision not to write in the rain, in a dead class, a certain alphabet, and still the children did not learn, but to write times in the image of plyos of one girl, or whether the living sopranos are ice, from which the mute, who were taken pressed sheet, yes, drosata, don’t let the show, dad john shinki threw in the summer of 46 the 46th century, the number of rauses of belarus, maria-leonid levin , who for an hour could not know the necessary words for the school board, and kolya chokao showed the sheet to vasil bykov, then he said that the guides italian letter. no lefty will not say. on the back side there are blackboards with a map of belarus on it and 16 ends, it’s hard. nic