soso pavliashvili as a crocodile hears a turtle on the stairs , i move here the wheel makes. , bulanova bursts out of the coast into the sea. from happiness, not from grief. in my soul, happiness was micro-created chris well, thank god i'm joyful on the plane tatyana buckle up, we're starting to take off, and that's it. you are the joy of my negativity, even a glass of wine has already been brought to my shoulder. i'm in bali on a fly vacation, i'll go drive, everyone hangs, don't cry. even stronger you and i are on vacation. men in overseas countries stir up a vacation see that the demographic explosion does not bang. this year he rested in an overseas country and met a mischievous stranger. and then the bell rang at my door. a year later i look through the eye. and a girl is waiting for me there with a baby. incredibly, but really waiting for a girl. jamal is out of the blue. you baby how found? after all, i did not give my address, what will happen next, because in cyprus, cuba. chile gandurase. i fly paris until autumn, even in taimyr i also rested. ah. children, our joy