scholar, a burnt house, for me, christmas and the kryshkars, we are still there, the kitty-kigav and hey suvoroiov, talk to them, we are the kryshkars, we are still there, the new new godfather, thank you for this i want to dedicate the works , of course, i want to dedicate to you my mitochka, who i did not have time to hug her and who every time i arrived, when i arrived, she prepared dumplings and cheesecakes for me so that i would arrive in nelom, my mitochka and for her to hug and warm me and then i could have already sold my life and more. whom did we not have time to turn to? and who is our example so that we know how to behave marigolds, my soul sowed a flower bed at night, a song to sing about my blooming hope, as on this marigold , lean down, i see, i see the old evening, i hear your grace and shadows like on cooks, i want old man, i want you, i hear your grace, i hear your anniversary greetings to our field from faraway lands , we have knitting needles and flowers , and one hmm marigolds, bend down, i see your hands, my mother heard your hands for the first time , or you, like on that ma