universe. thank you very much, i congratulate all of us on this holiday, i wish that the year will pass successfully, successfully, until we meet again, byesavicheva, thank you, yulechka! sasha, agree, school! years we always remember with some special warmth and nostalgia, well , of course, we remember the first bell, favorite teachers, school discos, first love, for me it is sveta golubeva, a classmate, yes, of course, good old favorite songs that we sang with friends, on our festive stage, children's group in the studio elephant and vocal-instrumental ensemble "novye samotsvety". this is never repeated. never, in the school window, clouds look, it seems endless, lesson, you can hear how it creaks, pot slightly, and lines fall on a sheet of paper, first love, school years, in the blue wilderness of the stepplyashki, yes, it doesn’t repeat itself, it doesn’t repeat itself, it doesn’t repeat itself. this never repeats itself, it doesn’t repeat itself, it never repeats itself, the song of the rain, it rolls like a stream, the green winds blow, jealousy without reason. arguments about nothing, it was as if it were yesterday, first love, sno