as well as the sky, the hell was adapted, the matzi dzyasnya here was sicked for the legs ib apusil onsa, and for the yaki you are a bunch of budzesh samyu'yu, the trab sperm at the throat of the atrymasy. manyushka i went to study at the berlin canservatory, as well as three bastards. aliaksandra, you might have cried all your tears, and you’re back, you’re walking through hell here, at the top. and i won’t have to worry about anyone anymore, i love you as much as i can and i regret kissing you forever, night and morning, and day and night. finish your studies, stanislava paspashy and kahanay. i love you so much that i didn’t give a damn, being my son-in-law, i’m out of my mind. if at that time the right books would have been found, the meat frames would have killed the mania in a few minutes. arganist, campasitar, teacher, arganizatar. musical life. the little ones grazed in vilna, near muller’s house. hutka and dzetsi fell, adzin after hell, and there were dozens of noises. prakarmitsya such a here and there was right for nothing, you are in pain, what is your profession music. many