so, i think that this ashanian was cunning when he wrote, i i look and there is nothing in it, and ii ca n’t dare my eyes. he wrote everything about his wife. i don’t know, of course, this is a song about love and, of course, the left-hander captured the mood in one of the lines. whole generations. after all, until recently it was considered indecent to openly look after pretty girls, and public hugs on the street could bring a political thaw to the police station . experienced in every yard, even the girls divided into two, the camps of 11 teenagers remained at the level of the fifties, such were the komsomol members, pigtails, they braided and made such lamb. yes, so to speak, a different type of teenagers were we instantly cut it all off. they went short, cut already in kapron, then in stockings or pantyhose. we instantly renounced these bagels, these nasty girls who did everything right and left well so normally with a briefcase and loved teachers were the subject of gossip of the whole court. they stood out strongly against the background of the average poor masses of their girl