yana there were vyaliks, no, little one, how you crushed my daddy, and why don’t you know me, papa maximka’se mine, you’ll still live, - i know, crushed my daddy. never before has maksim been so welcomed, the sirs have been so strong. she walked around and touched her hands and tried, and... then with both hands she squeezed maxima by the shoulders, looking at the harshness of the sky, and the whole truth: poor cotton, this hvilina a flower came out, and with it tolya, tolya kryknuў tata i pabek da vaennaga, and yon pashoў pit at the ready, padkhapa pad pakhі i padnya tall, tall, then pompous for yourself, boy. my father died in stalingrad, and the germans rolled up their mothers, i have no more, kali laska, i’m asking for the war, it’s like nothing else, i’m sorry for your father, the war is pasting your son on earth, padbeg da chimadan, adchynіў yago and a little bit of washing up, a canal machine, a few plates... it's getting to the ladies, it was already spring, as before, all the dzetsi chakali, that tomorrow this morning will come tat, and there’s something like this, like that, little