nothing, i'm just a picture then my terrible beard fell vasilievich klyachin, 106 years old lived ine. he built the house on fire three times. for the last time he was a barge hauler for 70 years, then he rose to the rank captain. he drove a steamboat along the volga along the river. all the pictures are not painted in portraits, and there on the stove. my other uncle died here at the front. here is a grandmother with a grandfather, a grandmother, a beauty had such good golden eyes, her uncle, too, killed her out of jealousy, these are the artist. so he said, when he was dying, who was not the owner in the house. so that the horse hangs in this place during his lifetime. itself so here that did not hang. for now, the house is standing. drawing directly on the wall eyes about you whispered posts to me to hear, you somehow forge my living voice. you are now far, far between us, the snow and the snow on you is not easy for me to find until death four. we'll give you to me, it's easy to enjoy four steps. oygarmonnikova south nazolone, entangled happiness, call me the cold earth from your