we went tipsy, bloom new amuse the children of lukovich tipsy, and now there is no one who knows how it’s better that way. i eat sofya ivanovna asked the media of the late nineties, caligurd, spoiled to mention porridge on the deaclement that in ukraine, near rodny, the vets sang the same songs as here in the same manner and the same zhelovoy. the village club of the zarshinyans from the team at the table all the year has three people, and the forest shlise people, i kia gotta from the first kozlovsky team getta galina morozenko and valentina kovalenko leather friday on the axis for 3 years already. and they come goats take hibernations and take them from the neighboring agrogorodok under the deep. there he goes to study vocal skills. we sing with them. they teach us from nikolaevna what we can sing there , you know, this is their once song, they are very heavy, but we try to sing them. i’ll quickly become a steep glance underground at the river. i am stanyan. give underground to the river quickly. you know, i used to sing songs here for free, and now i myself barely teach, because w

the pits themselves, they dug them, they shot them there, and he personally shot one translator lukovich. remember it well, they, together with the translator from the 118th battalion, have already been mentioned. in this story , it was he, on the orders of vasyur, that the residents of viktor labkovich already labkovich through the whole village with gasoline, and he remembered well before the massacre began. only somewhere can the basement where there there were small potatoes there or some. maybe there was a drop of grain there. well, in general, well, not in the basements, but this cellar was usually made in the village when it was filled to capacity, the doomed villagers did not know that right now they were all waiting for a painful death. even adult tonys didn't think it was later that this would happen. well, and then when finished no, people barely closed. and they came. first, with a roar, the hot roof fell right on the heads of the unfortunate, when people broke down the gate and rushed out in despair. grigory vasyura ordered to shoot and he himself fired at live torches, like