elena maksimova they say that suspender stockings do not spoil the song, but i still had another taskhing turned out, the old old tries to drive. and what the soul wants to choose. and where do you start here. i hope that it did not go, aesthetically. for the first time this work failed. i've been irritated, i've been pleased. huge ink. thank you. i'm a difficult girl again, i'm happy with four aces, i feel like a straight a student at school. there is no dizziness from success today again challenge again new test for me. oh, why did they call me faith? taught not to become in pain and unbelieving. growing in in the open field of vera, verochka spoiled from the rain, she bowed from the earth. not sparing the fact that putin is nothing. she didn’t start in vain, shining sometimes unsweetened, like a teardrop among the nemirs, and met. with a smile, i was slava who was walking somewhere past verochka from the same damage in the rain. and i don’t spare the planet for the earth. i am what i want. too bad you don't start. i believe in happiness, you who want it. sorry, what's lower? get st