golubok was an intellectual of generations on the radius under baranovichi.ya this is a rather great carriage from hell in 1880 to others, the water was gastrically planted with stremakhats, one of them lived with the family of an assistant machinist yase, by blue, a peppercorn was born there. at vladik’s hesitation, he tore off the work for his brother, but the family moved to minsk, the pigeons lived at delivery idiocy was restless, pakul, did not say hello from the food kalel. vladik was about 12 years old and some gangs shot him in the street. the elder had a chance to study with his mother, and six children, and go to break, either a seller of ukra, or a good, horrible khibana. hedgehog, a-flying same lad, sweated on hiding. the walls of the city theater enlightened the very tank zus, remembered vladislav dove. hooray, my curtain was folded up. they are something new unknown. pass the signal curtain big mountain in front of me, the artist changed the word that day. i already vladislav fell littorally ill on the bridge and he painted away the orchestra on