so preserved by the gods native land, glorified fatherland, our free, brod peoples, centuries-old unionof you, wide scope for dreams, for life, the coming years open up for us, strength for us. soviet and russian satirist writer, thanks to him we learned that we are uneducated, but we guess crossword puzzles like no one else, there are few of them, okay, next, lazy, but energetic, we get tired on vacation, we rest at work, this crawling room has already accumulated such people, the rest don’t work at all, as i understand it, he shared interesting facts, which vegetable is home to, which country? is, i read, i got a complex, tomato, south america, cucumber, india, china, dill, and then, some kind of asia, everything is everywhere, and russia, suddenly i read, horseradish, it’s written, homeland, hell the soviet union, well and of course, where are we without our beloved, only ours, only ours worries, as to the end. there will be no light, i took out a mortgage for it, we have collected the best speeches of mikhail zadorny about you and me, quietly, quietly, in general , what is happening