maybe there is no truth, and if forever alone, my name is grigory tsaryonok, this is the secret springlitics. hello but again , high poetry and big politics are intertwined in one area. alexander lukashenko and alexander blok , the father extends his hand once again . crazy crazy psyches. you come to your senses, do not lead europe to the block, even if you inspired something in her. she herself wants to die, but we, by god, we don't want rowing in berlin, warsaw and paris but why would you climb on us. and if that europe is block's, come to us from the horror of war. come to the peaceful embrace, before it's too late, comrades, the old sword is sheathed. we will become brothers. and if not, we have nothing to lose, and the turning point of the century is available to us to excite cursing the sick. late offspring and offspring, if, in fact , a patient with radiation sickness remains, every european adam's apple will be infected, and with iodine and we will not sell sanctions to you, we will not care about your lives, how you did not care about those whom you you destroyed the enlighten