you won’t get this, you won’t get this, you won’t get this, the commandant’s ban, vinozin, goodbye, amill, look, what am i going to show you, there they are, there, let’s go, more wires, looking for wires, earring, do you understand anything about electrics, well, i’m not interfering there, it’s sitting in the candlelight, you’ll be, yeah , more frauchilla carried a pair of razor blades, well, for the machine. from soviet. wears, days fly by, every hour takes away a piece of existence, and you and i are supposed to live in yours, and lo and behold, we’ll just die, there is no happiness in the world, but there is peace, pain, visible tophnos i dream of roofing felt, i’ve long planned to escape the monasteries . yesterday i conveyed to your subordinates what you asked for, and added a small gift of my own, i think you will like it, i’m looking forward to our meeting at the poetry evening, yes i’m lying, let’s hurry, like this, or it’s new for us to argue with europe, or the russians have lost the habit of victories. or there are few of us, or from perm to taurida, from the cold finnish roc