half of the jury, headed by the chairman of the coryphaeus of the soviet stage , leonid utyosov lazarevhe could not think of anything else, he could not write about anything else war, only war in a battalion and the soldiers took out all the sisters of all sorts of utos , protecting her, covering them with themselves. yes, a random bullet didn’t accidentally find it and the soldiers hurried, dismounted me and i to each other, and behind them in the west, the firestorm grew into a cry of a tent not from the face of a bow dear friend, hold on girl. be patient, dear, just look around. having met with misha in the ninety-sixth, of course, they hugged like that. i said i died his classmate, my older brother in the position of director of the plant, mish somehow became sad after a pause, and immediately began to hum his new ones to me again, written on his verses will be on his melody, because he sings everything by the author. here we go again to celebrate victory day. this is the saint for our all soldiers 345. you know, probably it was real creativity, what is creativity? it's too much , i