yes, but by the way, returning to the topic of the seasons of the year, i understand that samuil marshak, when he came up with the plot for his play 12 months, he found out something, and knew that someday summer, so beloved by many threshold, someday it will linger with us. well, such are already the last echoes this summer we have left, but i suggest we continue to enjoy them and catch these last warm seconds, but we have for this. a whole new day, friends, wake up. i'll leave at dawn, i'll come back if i can. the wind is in my power, but i won't have time to catch it, taiga and kilometers, a star, barely shining, siberia , who will answer you, if you shout, taiga and kilometers. the star barely shining, siberia, who will answer you, if you shout, knee-deep snow, even higher in the depths, i'm going to visit god, only he can hear, aiga and kilometers, the star barely shining, siberia, who will answer you if you shout, taiga and kilometers, the star barely shines, siberia, who will answer you. if you shout snow and blizzards, frosts and snowstorms, not too late and not too early, but yo