arkady kuleshov told the story of the creation, the story of the birth of one of the most famous andbles of the great soviet union, the ural boy was called vladimir mulyavin, the pesnyary ensemble on stage, the belarusian state pesnyary ensemble , forever my love. i don’t want to hey, only you are my fifth. yes, i will say, as a family of grace. took it, and now the most spring pesnirov song, which is called for half an hour before la in the wet garden, autumn forgot her tattered handkerchief. yellow. it would be better for us to meet in half an hour. yes, spring is late. we punish that words of love, before saying, that completely different for creativity crushes sums, which are completely different for you. i see the whites hear the ringing of silence, it would be easier, probably in half an hour. yes, late in the spring we refuse that the words of christmas that quite others trust. what completely others to trust will run out of joy? if fate knew in advance that we would meet in the rain, we would came to you on dates for half an hour gave dreams late. we render that the vocabular

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