i'm sorry i haven't written for a long time, don't worry, i'm doing very well, aunt larisa and uncle seva happily to kindergarten, and gets ready for school. in general, everything is great here, you can’t imagine anything better, we just miss you. and there’s also not enough sky with airplanes. how good you feel, zhenya. you go to the lute field, you you see fighter jets flying. zhenya, i miss you very much too. i remember you every day. this memory is the brightest and most joyful thing i have in my life now. “i love you, zhenya, it seems to me that i love you even more than before, write to me, i re-read all your letters several times, that’s it, i ran to play football, yours forever, vanka.” i’m so glad vanya that everything is fine with you, what the hell kind of game are you, what the hell kind of music did i give you to study for, if the folders, let’s go play a song, come on. about the woman and about the gun, about that, deaf, they gave him to music, yopsel, he doesn’t play, mother, sing here, vanka, he came, no, sowing, he hasn’t come yet, his fly is co... i won’t kill his basta