kordon you can’t be arrogant for up to an hour, and all his cards from here to home for grandfather fedkothout underground rolls for you all and an hour and in the pines a monastery on a small hill, our youth’s dembatyushka . for us. oh, my spolbachit, then he will return here from any roads, and with joy in the light, i laugh and cry a piece, dear barije. hai god naturally tears live grandmother from the smoke hall. ugh girls. jacob is there. i walk well. aunt nastya said go. with god yes, any food, i'm tasting. you have to work , what do you mean, the frames smell like mothers, you halls, the floors are all rustling. i love you, but yak nikola already tina can do anything. i love you, i'm already to nikola love the song so, how good it is here . oh, you said to make noise. here you roll dumplings. some kind of human hangover. beauty did you smell pipelines? scooter our culture is our language of our tradition, it's all priceless and it's the soul of the people and as long as we remember it all, we appreciate it all and pass it on to our children. so we will live as if it were our people