here she is an ecologist, and here is the deceased in memory of nikolai zinovievich.rful poem. i can read it when there is ice over the autumn river, tears, yellow foliage in a remote village on sunday, russia is pouring klykov’s dilapidated factory with seven windows onto the forest, ivan the monk and brother, volodya is preparing the music of heaven and the quiet street is a quick brother, don’t beg for the ringing sound. every russian is like this forest of green smoke, after all, we have not all forgotten the song and that’s it, we burned it to the ground. not everything is lost yet if russia rings bells. she is fundamentally human. yes, not just some kind of machine, some kind of official with a set of instructions, you are also a person with your emotions. she did a lot to increase confidence in elections. our electoral system may be a model for a huge number of countries, but you also took part in 2002. i encountered dirty political technologies, because of which i practically found myself in a political dead zone, since i did not agree. thanks no change. well,