spring was for nothing, nothing , no one needs the song, no one, and the spring water is nonsense, dortaice, and your heart, and even the stump, and even the stump, the day, the priest’s day, you dream of knowing sunday, you merry fellow. it’s blissful and wonderful all around, but a passer-by here is muttering, a stream is murmuring, and it’s not known why it’s murmuring, but it flew and lay still, the white lightning of the sunshine, over the morch, the eyelid of sweat moved over. the clouds are murmuring, the ice is murmuring, and so is that heart, and even the day, and even the day, the day, the april day, the sunburnt stoves, their cheerful rescues. it’s an amazing question, why am i a water carrier, because without water, you can’t go here or there. the sea must be drowned, it must be, the joy must be soaked, let's go, in every case without water. because he created madness. we talk about the most fascinating things from the world of science, magic turned out to be powerless, who did it when. which exist, that if you put it in a glass of water, if you hold it in your hand, we condu