here's the head, i'm the father of our babur, was friends with the russian manager and went out. i went upstairs and spoke beads beads in tobigoryokha. let me live like this. oh, mashka is already a ponytail, she even forgot the chicken, than a woman is such aleps. well, here we have prepared our traditional most favorite dishes of our family, dumplings with cottage cheese and pancakes with cottage cheese , fried them. of course, in butter and they are served with wonderful homemade sour cream. bon appetit and good health to all. these are hardworking people. here i will walk down the street. he immediately stops me, says, stop, and immediately writes about me. they searched crosswise and knitted and embroidered, they worked, but when the holidays come, work does not interfere with them to spend these holidays. they just rested, as my father said, and here is his brother, he says, i will take the harmony in my hands and beat it down, and my manya also helped me with the only alarm clock. when we were kids, we used to say we went to the canal. a flower is something like a river an