alek usovskaga pointed at radzima. yon vartaetstsa i take the pasada natarys. nadta tsikavae, da molded know not ўdaetstsa. and then it’s an hour away. it's been a long time already. so i would sit at the office, sorting through other people’s papers and end zen, if only. sustreў chalavek, as we looked at the scale of my talent, extracted from the sum of the office, showing the light to the light, and the light to the light. dabradzey gusovskaga became erasmus tselak, no more, no less, sakrtar of the princely office. yon inadvertently confiscated the folded smoke-filled gifts, indicating the pasolsk mission to europe. at the end of the day erasm asked mikola gusovskaga. on the gety once the way lies down. and the city will be forever: pizza, espresa, football will be just a few centuries old, and during the same hours, the gallant fun of the hot city of rome, there were street battles with people, the gascinian italians paid our delegation to the city this is a widow. sinery, look at how secretly our asilki are waiting for the bull, tsizhnya tsud, the people of