it was you who invited gevorg dilonyan to our graduation. have you read my stories? must understand who i trust with my past. i will say one thing. i will be late, well, never mind, the manager, he can allow himself such a thing once, of course, i understand everything, but how can you have an affair with this new girl in front of everyone, when your wife is dying, she was very sick, she is alive, watch the series again there will be a day on belarus-24 tv channel, you have become accustomed to us father's word. as with a tree, as with the sky the sun, dad, this is some strange language, volodka, this is not a language, this is a language, boarding begins on the business class interregional train, dad, where we are going to put it, will leave in 5 minutes from track 23, dear. with love for the place where i was born, inspired and deep i will tell, from long martyrs and a pure heart, i will write my poem about the language of my fathers. great wealth has remained for us, we have faithfully saved our language. like the connection between the names and the names of the