meet gosh kutsenko on stage. i would be in your lonely heart, i would be in your icy muscle.ld sprinkle my heart with ashes all over with a heart. and we would drink whiskey with us , like a blanket to hide. we would be on us like on rocks, we would cover up all the cracks in each other, like a spoonful of jam to crawl out to each other, i would be the gentle fat in the world and the most beautiful smart. and generous rich. everyone was looking at us with envy, they would have enjoyed our modesty, life would have flowed below, fuck it, and we would have lived like this, at least forever. this life is death without it to live without love. but somehow we are not together yet, for some reason we are no longer summer autumn, but for some reason we are me and you, but not us, maybe because all these cataclysms, but i keep repeating i love you, and you don’t put water on my flowers. i wrote in the snow of my blood, my love. and you decided ketchup, again my quirks, how can you remove it because of this, so even let there be a frantic search that separates us so mercilessly near th

film actors rarely sing at our festival, but today is such a day on the stage of gosh kutsenko ruslanae without love. i would be in your lonely heart, i would be in your ice muscle. i would sprinkle ashes all over my heart, pour out a heart and drink whiskey, we would be like a blanket to cover ourselves. we would like for us as for the rocks of the chamber, we would have all the cracks in each other to cover up, like a spoonful of jam to crawl out of each other, i would be an affectionate garden in the world of business. with the most beautiful smart and generous rich in chamomile and meowth, we all looked at us with envy, we would enjoy our modesty, life would flow like a greek parable and we would live, at least forever, eternity life. this is life and death without it. but we are somehow together while they are very much for some reason we are no longer summer autumn, but we are from something you and i, but not us, maybe because all these cataclysms, but i keep repeating i love you, and you don’t put water on my flowers. i wrote on the snow of my blood, beloved, you decided ketchu

gosh kutsenko was sent to help the moscow cop kuzma and st.etersburg begins to teach moscow how to live like an ordinary st. petersburg cop and become exceptions, and almost always some jealousy and coldness. it comes from the banks of the neva, but we are muscovites and tolerant people and we treat this very well, all the more, st. petersburg is beautiful and people. wonderful people live there, and in the series there are all the most important household honors. ah, petersburg is not touristy, not the church of the savior on spilled blood niva and nevsky prospekt, but precisely what is the content of st. petersburg life. first of all, this is the constantly sounding cop in the car tanya bulanova and hmm, a girl very important for the st. petersburg self-consciousness. e song my clear light. you write to me, you will get the opportunity to listen to it every eight times for a picture, which is for the best that the song is wonderful, despite the fact that the whole lev and, in addition, uh, an obligatory sign st. petersburg roofs and i must s