tais petrovna looks gorgeous. hello everyone is very nice. well, what are you hiding levante wines like a shadow, hamlet's dad tasenka, i've been rocking for the last week and after our extreme party i decided to make a retaliatory gesture. here is the real massandrovsky excuse me in the spell of the soviet times of the coast. thank you, but no party today. and even more so without sherry, we will drink tea , they sing again. whom to wish for, because every page in the world will go through, go in and leave the house again. and all the cannons are dreaming of a cannonball with a wide moon over the blue pond from all the ships already wide with a month over the blue pond souls, lilacs are howling. a fire of mountain ash caracasana is burning in the garden, but the fire could not burn anyone. and if time was swept away by the wind. it scrapes them all into one unnecessary lump. say so the golden grove dissuaded me with a sweet tongue. hallelujah for me, immersion in cold water is a kind of test. this exercise is overcoming oneself. and as a res

tais petrovna looks gorgeous.rocal gesture of the soviet era. dissuaded the grove again sing today they somehow get better. all right, so on the whole highway you can hear sadly and crane.