dream, you light the external lanterns. poppies, perekaz of your neva, where will you open the bridges, sbber f, come on, steal the drum, what are you doing? i work as a research assistant at the research institute of the federal penitentiary service , my fathers, what are you researching there? leonid arkadyevich, i write poetry, allow me to read my own poem. come on, buddy. every friday evening, with the whole family in front of the screen, we have been watching the program since the nineties. during all this time there have been many guests here, gifts of laughter and unraveled words. you always talk about miracles with a smile. you welcome us, the townspeople, with warmth, we are all happy to be here today, in fact, the mood is great, let's spin the drum. i brought gifts from marshansk with me, my city is small, but with a wide soul, it is famous for its black soil, our river, they love you immensely, you are dear to everyone, prospers, may your gift live on, to you we wish you health, respect and honor, good prospects for you, good luck, let good luck lead you, we thank you for everyth