elessky motanets.f man saw her off, gave her some candy, gave her to a friend. samolka, and a block of wood, a ruble with a rolling pin, oh-oh-oh, oh, a ruble with a peg, oh, suffering, piano system, we’re not getting married, darling, wait, ainan narya, stockings, knitting, i won’t wait. yes, even as i lay down, i fell, i want more, my dear plum, i’m leaving, be happy. oh, it wasn’t the wine that ruined me, oh. and fate dumped me, another one, i can’t like it, this is class, i cut her off in the dark, she’s poor, oh, she’s dissatisfied. so, matanya in the triharmonium, dancing, as if the dawn river is crowned with the female portion and the shy blood rings with patterned beauty. now i have a white haze, now a soft blue, for me... it brightens in winter, turns blue in spring, it turns yellow after, no matter how many threads and paths have been measured, weave a melody, harmony is confident, cool, elegant, now white haze, now gentle prose, brighter in winter, blue in spring with jaundice in autumn. res