you can't shoot, drive on, brown bmw, tatyana 114, natalia ulyana, we're chasing two cars along koshirkaw i'm. staff, do you see the rear left headlight, well, shit, my aunt drove in for a week, damn, that's my car, but the license plates are different, that is, he stole the freak, then he came to work in it, so what are we going to do, i'm definitely not going to shoot at my car, so... drive on, oh, drive on, drive on, we're talking, no, drive on, you don't want to screw with yours, you want me to screw with mine smashed, look, what a drone, look how they smash, i'll make it. he's driving my car now, the bastard, deliveries to everyone, brown bmw, license plate t113 ru, moving along koshelskoye, he's so cheeky, huh? yeah, yeah, hi, i'm chasing a guy, a brown bmw extreme, listen, it looks like it's your car, the taillight is broken, well, remember, i pulled you out last week, you almost got into a fight with that woman, i get it, i get it, no hard feelings, the bastard is leaving, well, we'll still squeeze it into a detour, "yeah, uh, yeah, great, we'll be there soon, hi, then should i g

people come up to you and say: you know, your songs, the head doctor from the oncology center on koshirka called me one day and said zhana vladimirovna, you know, i... brought songs, spiritual songs, songs about the novels of the novel, kanka to the sick, i carried them around there so that people would listen, and some, patients with the last stage of oncology were healed, and i asked, yes, all, he says, a lot were healed, but not all, because the evil were not healed, that's right, because where there is evil, there is no god's grace, and god's grace heals, that's what spiritual songs are for, especially with such performance, so if we started talking about this, thank you, it was a podcast 20 years later, its host konstantin mikhailov, and alexander anatolyevich. if you have suffered a failure, if you are unable to dispel the melancholy in the soft autumn. in the quiet autumn, come out quickly to my spring, in the soft canopy, i will fall asleep, come out quickly to my spring, behind the spring, to the white temple. the old cemetery is forgotten blood. russia left us, if your eyes are

are you, oops, where is everything, marik. so, oops, marik, you are not afraid of being late, the koshirkago at all at this time. you have children, and you have children, grandchildren, a wife, four brothers, parents, thank god, are alive and well, that i am some kind of homeless person under the fence without a family , then this is for you. everything will work out for you, i have a light hand, and as i say, so it always happens. so guys, if the glass falls out, blame yourselves, wait a second, what kind of mess is this, and why are you so early, my dear, the meeting was cancelled, i i ask, what is this, is this a stand for jewelry, for what jewelry? jewelry that we will sell, we will not be in the jewelry business, it is not profitable, we have discussed it 100 times, well, you will not, and i will be the king, and you will still crawl to me, a beggar and an unfortunate, you will beg me to fuck you, i will of course give you a couple of percent, because a noble house and a fantastic successful businessman, stop explaining, you will never wait for this, citizen kadyukin... okay, okay, w

they come up to you and say: you know, your songs, the chief doctor from the oncology center on koshirkathat we are talking about this, about healing spiritual music. let's then turn to this work by roman rodnik rodnik uh-huh, let's listen, our guest is the people's artist of russia, zhanna bichevskaya, who turns 80 this year, a poet-composer, sound engineer and zhanna's husband gennady panomariov. thank you, this was a podcast 20 years later, hosted by konstantin mikhailov and alexander anatolyevich. if you have failed, if you are unable to dispel the melancholy, soft autumn, autumn. behind the spring there is a white temple, an old one, this is a forgotten region, russia left us, if the eyes are clouded with moisture, from the spring there will be spatter on... you can cry, cry calmly, who will figure out where the water is, where the tear is, you can cry, cry calmly, who will figure it out , where is the water, where is the tear, beyond the spring. the ships flew by, near the horizon, melted them mushroom, and if you are sick, bedridden, then may you dream of a healing spring, and if