march, yes, yes, don’t worry, you are, lev davidovich, i i'll sing.ou sent me off to my family’s dacha, you again, in 2 weeks i have a window in my repertoire, let’s go to crimea, yes, no, speak right away. to be honest, masha, there is no money, but i’ll think of something, yes, i’ll have to to go to my father, he always has some supplies, but come with me, and he will like you, this... he has a house, a farm, rabbits, and let’s go, i’m even interested in what you will tell him about me, i’ll say, the woman he loves, he will understand. he himself was a walker, he was still, even with his mother, of course, it means that debauchery is a family thing, my dad was a communist, a true believer, when we, therefore, turned away from the path, so ivan petrovich is mine. state separated, says: perish without me, in a world of pure waste, betrayed says yours, and fathers, and grandfathers, and great-grandfathers, well, at least from your story it’s clear that you’re an honest person, so let’s go back to the plan, i can do it tomorrow, how about you? and tomor