think, think, think, belarusian diet, lard, bulb, malaco, and there i haven’t left the morning thesed, dear public, don’t fiddle with the pudding, we won’t take a ruble, i showed kabas gifts and lard, think think think think and my little ones are high high lad iago. i kiss you and put down the stool! think, think, think, think, and my dear, drunken, brightly blushing, i saved up the memory for blushing! my accordion plays from the evening to the morning, the lads choose any, and i’m without a kahanka, i say, i say, i’m so good, and like a little lady i spend a lot of pennies, i need a hundred pennies, i’m knitting a rabbit, i can wash myself, and i’m not married, although i ’m hanging yusya . i'm asking for a gentle sign, how i'm asking for a lot of pennies, i'm asking how i'm connected, i'm so bad, and i'm asking for a lot of pennies, i'm telling you how i can i'm thinking about it and packing. i’m not married , although i’m falling down, but the little boy is squeezing over me, look at your eyes so sweet. sir of uzdryganets, i said, as i knitted, i’m so good, and as i’m killing my