nathnennaya and shchyra pit i’ll tell you, hell of a long maryts and a lot of hearts, i ’ll write myto my great father. we have seen a lot of great things, we have saved our lives, like the connection between the fathers and the names of the gods, like the holiness of the hell of god, which is all in life. and maybe, naіўny slaps will fly at the price tag, otherwise i will believe in my own mary, writing my dear writer, oh my dear land, i love you. hai song piashotnaya na mova levetstsa, і sorki ў blakіtse bright khatsyatsya. hai this song and all the best to inspire. well, hello, and you stubbornly, stand, oh, even so, just try to call security, i 'll shoot right away, and what do you want, so that you tell the truth, and more specifically, what exactly do you want to know, do you really know? the concept is relative, how did you kill your wife and timur, stand, okay, okay, calm down, i can pour myself some water, yes, yes, you too, get comfortable, as i understand it, our conversation will be long and difficult, speak, funny toy, where, where, you yourself came to me, i wonder, can