for his own sake, tsyazon ivanavich, the navat dad brought him to the plow, dad, like dad, vasil zha yagoryvicht along with their dads. what the hell are you doing for the pain? yago brudna's pants are torn torn glad to mean yon hodzitsya yashche lie down, what did they say, what can i say? i tell them this, and i feel nothing, the voice of vasily yagoravich, we used to lie down at night in the winter, and he told me: hog, what we work there on the graves, at the chapel, you don’t need to know, you don’t need to know, this everyone is secret, no matter what vadzima and everyone with me, nothing is good. i washed everything, i’m dry, i don’t want to stay in the tent, why are you crazy, i have a cold pods, and yashche honey is called, do you feel that you are there irad, well, anyway, i ’ll go at once, i’ll go at once, you’ll go, so you, you won’t go anywhere, taxi to me, snakes, if your mother wasn’t there happily several times. the germans exterminated my mother, in my opinion, the vassily bitter kazaks, and you don’t teach me, but what do you want, what do you add, beastly, all spodniki, add s