and i have lakshin, steppe, hunting, they don’t seem to be going to feed us, we’ll freeze, damn it, mityai to run, andre, well, faster, lokshin, there vodka, werden wir heute überhaupt unseren schlaf bekommen, nicht. you will read, yeah, come on, come on, come on, come on, about a year ago, while doing research in the royal library for my history of louis, i accidentally came across the memory of mr. dar even now. oh, it was published, like most of the works of that time, when the authors, who strived to tell the truth, did not want to go, then for a more or less long period to the bastille in amsterdam with pierre pear, the title seduced me, the title seduced me, and i took these memoirs home with me, of course, with the permission of the library keeper, which , yeah, in childhood it seemed that there would be no end to it, it was funny. okay, we need to make our way to our people, you mitya, as you wish, i’ll stay here... i’ll stay, i miss my woman, oh well, let the smart guys cut out the cartridges first, otherwise their ass is warm, and people have no roads they send death, and then th