across the sky, because we are rushing to the west, arms and legs in place or not, as at the wedding of rasustroying the earth, we pull the teeth with the stalk towards ourselves away from ourselves, we turned the earth back, it was the case. first , our battalion commander spun it back, pushing off with his foot from the urals, and finally we were given the order to advance to take away our drunken crumbs. but we remember how the sun set at five and almost set. in the east. we do not trust the earth with steps. her for the gods, and herself from herself. and from the wind from the east we jumped into the tagan, clinging to the rocks, we moved the earthly wasps without a lever and changing the direction of the blow, do not be alarmed when the leg is not in place. judgment day. these are fairy tales for the elders, they simply forgive the earth. wherever they want our replacement companies for marches. we crawl the hillocks, hug low bumps, they don’t like evil, and we push the ground with our knees, and you away from us. do you have a favorite military song of your father? well, not one, in g