he started a conversation under those and made me laugh like a kid and smoked then alone belomor lovesd with his head and loved nothing except russian. he remembered his own blood and blushed, let him take everyone now well. and when the old woman burned, no one came. he coped with everything in good health, son. and i’ve seen all the trouble in my life. and for the holiday i have chocolate covered almonds. i got him through thieves, and he would put on a medal for courage, and he always wore it to the table and chocolate-covered almonds for the holiday. i tell him through got the thieves. he proudly left and now lived here. the new neighbor called, i didn’t go. how many years have passed? i still have it out of habit. i’m smoking one velo-face for you, and i don’t like anything other than russian. how many years have passed? out of habit, i still buy almonds and now i smoke only belomor and don’t like anything other than russian. elena vaenga alexander malinin i myself love these stinging songs. i walked around with a guitar, sang and earned money. in childhood. they served me this on