anatoly ermolenko, alexey petrukhin, your applause, thank you, i’ll immediately give this song.oisy, noisy, there are berozy, kalyshytse, lyulyaytse above me. i’ve sung my tune for centuries, and i ’ll lie down, i’ll jump, the edge of the old gastsin, on the fragrant grass, the unripe grass, and all the time, and i’ll be the edge of the old gastsin. on the perfumed prakost, the crabs are not yet ripe, and i will lie down and jump, the edge of the old man, galava on the pagoras, on high mound, astamlen. covered with fog, you are noisy, the birch trees are noisy above me. asypay, my dear, caress the earth, and i will lie down, i will jump, the edge of the gastins is old, i am happy three, i will graze, and i will lie down, i will jump. that land is the state of the old, i’m getting better, i’ll sleep a bit. and you are noisy, noisy, above me, biarosa, asypayce, dear, caress me, earthly. thank you. shchyraya padzyaka to the people of the noble people, hell sirsa , we reap our gift, if tomorrow it was stupid, what a lesson, if the skin had a pestilence, and the nobles would be... da

with details from evgeny petrukhin.ter boxes and boxes of chocolates. from the chernigov region he put it in his pocket, and those who paid, so to speak, were excused from mobilization. the sbu detained the former head of the military medical commission of the chernihiv region. for a long time he sued, well, essentially, local authorities over the amount of his pension, filing claims to have it recalculated. it so happened that they came to him with searches, here is the man who was sued the most and cursed for a small pension, a miserable existence, in fact, he has $1 million in cash. mobilization in kiev is not carried out, perhaps for the same reasons, due to the insatiable military commissars. in addition, as the head of the ukrainian transformation office, maxim bakhmatov, noted, military pensioners can also be taken to the front, once again. good evening, military commissariat, what did you want? and we go to pavel yaroslavovich, he is not there. and where he? he's in poland. meanwhile, the recruiting center in lv

internet was replenished with a very interesting collection of memes, which was systematized by evgeny petrukhin, well, judging by the reaction of the network, carlson is ours, yes alexey, hello, russian memes as friendly as possible, the west bared its teeth at tucker. we definitely haven’t seen tucker carlson like this. in foreign social networks, tucker is a socialist muscovite and, judging by his clothes, a political worker. this is what soviet citizen carlson looks like on a serb and molot shirt behind the kremlin, written by moltaker, a kremlin propagandist. this is how the authors of the meme want to turn americans against one of the most famous journalists in the united states. it is assumed that for... one viewer, any person who even thinks about writing the truth about russia, that he it’s already automatically so soviet, he ’s almost waving a red flag and almost trying to take over the whole world and you need to scare the average person with him the same way they once scared the average person with the soviet threat, here’s another overseas meme, saying that vladimir putin -he talks

streets, however, they are meeting more and more resistance every day, with details from evgeny petrukhin. million us dollars more than 22 thousand euros in boxes from under a toaster and a box of chocolates. the military commissar from the chernigov region put all this in his pocket, and those who paid, so to speak, were excused from mobilization. the sbu detained the former head of the military medical commission of the chernihiv region. for a long time he was suing , well, essentially, the local authorities over the size. the mobilization plan in kiev is not being implemented , possibly for the same reasons due to the insatiable military commissars. in addition, as the head of the ukrainian transformation office maxim bakhmatov noted, military pensioners can also be taken to the front, since they are already being dragged fifty-five-year-old tractor drivers into the trenches. 155. we have 155,000 military pensioners. a military pensioner is 55 years old, but the same person, a tractor driver, is drafted into the army, but a military pensioner is not drafted. here is a door-to-door insp

well, that's not true, i fell. just, well, since it’s nothing serious, wait for petrukhin, okay wait,ello, hello gal, valentinovich, well then we’ll go to x-ray ourselves, let’s go , let’s go, yes, yes, go, how does everyone here know you, yes , i’m a chronic loser, i often come here with all sorts of fractures, well, i’m serious, you you work here, well, actually, i’m an emergency doctor , and i care for patients, ribs, well, a crack in the sixth-seventh rib, well, yes, yes, the skull, well , everything is clean here, and yes, thank you very much, let it stay with you for now, come on, thanks, yeah. thank god, we still need to do an mri. i have no symptoms of a concussion, no headache it hurts, i don’t feel dizzy, my ears don’t feel nauseous, they don’t ring, i didn’t lose consciousness at the moment of impact. hmm, a medical worker, perhaps? a nurse from a regional hospital. listen, exactly, but i ’m thinking, where could i have seen you before? well, nurse, let me take you, shall we go? thank you, of course, but you spent so much time on me, and in the meantime you will get to my v

the delicious evening continues on our folk stage alexey petrukhin with the song kleyonochka. go. an edge on the oilcloth, all worn out, but what a shame, shameful oilcloth, there is fat on you. khomin pours out different tastes, i understood this city yesterday, and once tovane, sadness is always carried into the distance by water, life is a painted little place, a victorious table, and there is on the little place, a little bed, all worn out, what are you life. povenin's song song table and there is a goyomochka on the oilcloth lying there my head hang your hands once two times two three dap equalizer and time to stand. forever, he leads me along, and for some reason it seems to me , howl, it seems, guys, that the rich oilcloth will lead to malazhev again, the dining table, and there is on the oilcloth, koyomoscha, worn out all the heating. yes, what are you, writing off the client, the name has become, and the client’s border is unbearable , there lies my galava, painted life, not a little, a covered table, and there is a cover, a little bed, the whole cover of the table. strod