now i would board the moscow varkuta train with you and travel for a long, long time, i would be lyingd chat again, how good it would be for us. here is laris, and i was talking about this behind the scenes, too arrogant, confident in himself, but in essence this is not attached to anything except empty words, well, three apartments, they can be, what’s his name, two in varkuta, german, but show me the surprise, of course, just my man, imagine the way he packed it, i want you to read this from morning to evening. you are a goddess, quietly, pink, you are a flash, hypnosis, not the real happiness of fate, the ocean of the most wondrous dews will not appreciate your beauty, what are the eternal, starry distances, because under the sky there is a soul without boundaries, even an angel’s voice was lost from yours royal eyelashes. to be next to you in the sky and for the cloud of sleep to rise quickly, do you need to become the sweetest poison or just be a god next to you? you'll be all right. yes, you can, thank you, go to your room, german, there’s not that sparkle in your eyes right now,