oh , i always thank inga bolshakova from the tula region writes to me with pleasure. your musical wish. i got jealous in poetry. you talked, didn't you? no coincidence , i assure you, then i'll read more about now i started talking in rhyme, it seems that i picked up a virus from you, quietly. i fell in love, i can't imagine your morning mail for sure. oh, it's your day off without her. let a hyper-super mega hit sound on the air, great, learn how to write poetry with pleasure. learn from you flash skill. answer inga with verses. yes, it's easy inga, everything is fine with you. your feeling, vladimir presnyakov himself will unbanally confirm the veracity of the words. well, pushkin doesn’t know either. but did the hyper-supermega really pick up the hit? it's so easy to get lost in your eyes. everything is fine. the bully doesn't need anything. i'm fine with you next to me, stubborn. no sadness, only the sky to scream. everything is fine. i don’t need anything, i won’t sit next to you normally. and hear voices see nothing in your eyes instead. everything is so easy to