vovka from the mikolka of a steam locomotive.rom the next golubovsky film, on which i am also worked the girl is looking for a father. i looked at him aged nikolka. yes, it will take a long time to pour this armored train from all the guns on various bourgeois capitalists on the enemies of soviet power. with such dreams we will definitely win, otherwise it cannot be, we will never give it to anyone. the city hid in the valleys of the steep hills near the houses of the old round dance gardens, the alleys run like streams to pripyat. that's what this town was like, houses. these were all in blooming blooming gardens, scattered over really over the hills. i sometimes thought how they bring firewood there, how the inhabitants of the sea, gordelieva, boasted of the ambulance there, the whole city is scattered over the mountains over the hills, like switzerland. well, it was pleasant for them to think, the river below, the lazy sleepy pripyat, dozens. maybe even hundreds around the clock, almost from early dawn until late at night, seg