she said so many things, and she says, but she didn’t name where such a savory kholodnenskaya languagexis you go here exteriors. kumka. now i'm scratching. i look at what i wanted to wear lunatic. i’ll punish that i’m barely leaving the yards with a stick, and she speaks to me like that, these are the people we had and, fortunately, their bacha with long ones. well kolya win, now the clock has gone up, when a thousand jerseys, then at once, living in the territory of a hungry jump, 260 same hall how many chorals do you get cold every year? itself remains that we have so few children for a hundred and eight and my son today. the smallest cold zhikharest is one year old, i will let down that we will love our small homeland. that's how i love them, and that's how i love them. my mother is my family. gospodarka each yard had a cow, that is, two chickens themselves are engaged in growing horticultural crops gardens, the hungry should have been at the arable land and well-groomed yards to this day her garden is breathless by the hungry. in the hungry, well, everything is green for everyone,