friends, classes in the gym are conducted by our beloved fizruk evgeny kungura, where i forgot again.you forgotten your head? well, at least he took a hat, otherwise you’d better get frostbitten, but they quickly took inventory marching march. because of you, i’ll take my friend’s traces of a squirrel to bear’s paradise, i’ll throw them at your feet in the crisp frost, we’ll hurry to edge of the earth and among the snowdrifts. we’ll get lost in the distance, we’ll go, we’ll call the snowy one on fire in the morning and you’ll find out that i’m bringing it to you, not your titmouse. from the light you and i will gather, we are going to rush, indulge in a gentle flood. you will know that granite is on the red heart and you will see the edge. i give it to you. then you will suddenly go, why is it that you pray so curled up in yourself? the arctic circle is nothing that was swept away here recently, if you fall in love with the north, never allow it. again we will pass with them, childhood youth, stations, berths will be grandchildren, then everything again repeat first happy new year rig