, bandyaev, exactly, we met in the open spaces, again, of the beautiful altai land, but now in barnaulpproach the village, the whole village is on us, we will break it into pieces, the whole village from us, take a boom-boom-boom, and i tore off the dew, asa, belos iros, black, and the fart of that village, guys, and in the middle of the shops, in the region lived two bounty hunters, and in silver, day, and we guys, well done . apple, i'll go into a squat, i don't have a dimple on my cheeks, i won't come to visit someone, there are drinking songs in the house, heart-to-heart conversations, piss-pleased lands, everything that is in half is all stoves, benches, crackers on the stove, as if outside dimples, everything is burning inside, it will continue to knock for a long time, in the heart of vasil makarych, in the cat it will not be spring again, the water will darken, there will be people simple to live, to rejoice, to be sad and to love , and let there be love in the hearts, forever, forever, and the birch trees kept crying, well , great kuman, roosters and dogs called into the house