or maybe we don’t know something from the biography of lev ashanin, only inconspicuousness, in the earlyo longer such an unconditional ideal of beauty. wearing short skirts to rise in price for everyone there, uh, aunts from the screen and to death to death poor unfortunate mothers, who are boys , they are naive, they are, like children, as now, come so once, well, so that he does not say anything to her. no, it was just ruled out. so, i think that this ashanian was cunning when he wrote, i i look and there is nothing in it, and i keep looking, i ca n’t dare my eyes. he wrote everything about his wife. i don’t know, of course, this is a song about love and, of course, the left-hander captured the mood in one of the lines. whole generations. after all, until recently it was considered indecent to openly look after pretty girls, and public hugs on the street could bring a political thaw to the police station . experienced in every yard, even the girls divided into two, the camps of 11 teenagers remained at the level of the fifties, such were the komsomol members, pigtails, they braided and