rome, italy, you know what they called me as a child, paval ivanovich, time has passed. run into the distance like a dark forest. a fairy tale, but the forest is three miles away, the red sun is high, and there’s still a long way to go, he says to his sister, brother, i want to drink some water, wait, wait, there’s no need to rush into anything, there’s no need for a swampy heart, just be patient, we’ll give birth, don’t drink, dig in, there behind the forest there is a blue one for her. there is a river, i didn’t listen brother-sister, could not stand drinking water, and as the fairy tale says, trouble befell him, and behind the forest on the porch, the red sun sets and sparkles in a clear river, spring water. tanya, where are you? yes, here i am, salute, maria, hello, vasil! how are we living? yes, in a whisper, vasenka, in a whisper, we’ll eat, drink and then live and party, which means you want to cheer me up, but what, i don’t even mind making such skaters laugh, especially sales workers, bolt, how many times have i promised to invite you to dances, myself , such an